Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           ItwasluckythatHarryhadteawithHagridtolookforwardto,becausethePotionslessonturnedouttobetheworstthingthathadhappenedtohimsofar. 

           Atthestart-of-termbanquet,HarryhadgottentheideathatProfessorSnapedislikedhim. BytheendofthefirstPotionslesson,heknewhe’dbeenwrong. Snapedidn’tdislikeHarry—hehatedhim. 

           Potionslessonstookplacedowninoneofthedungeons. Itwascolderherethanupinthemaincastle,andwouldhavebeenquitecreepyenoughwithoutthepickledanimalsfloatinginglassjarsallaroundthewalls. 

           Snape,likeFlitwick,startedtheclassbytakingtherollcall,andlikeFlitwick,hepausedatHarry’sname. 

           "Ah,Yes,"hesaidsoftly,"HarryPotter. Ournew—celebrity." 

           DracoMalfoyandhisfriendsCrabbeandGoylesniggeredbehindtheirhands. Snapefinishedcallingthenamesandlookedupattheclass. HiseyeswereblacklikeHagrid’s,buttheyhadnoneofHagrid’swarmth. Theywerecoldandemptyandmadeyouthinkofdarktunnels. 

           "Youareheretolearnthesubtlescienceandexactartofpotionmaking,"hebegan.Hespokeinbarelymorethanawhisper,buttheycaughteveryword—likeProfessorMcGonagall,Snapehadthegiftofkeepingaclasssilentwithouteffort. "Asthereislittlefoolishwand-wavinghere,manyofyouwillhardlybelievethisismagic. Idon’texpectyouwillreallyunderstandthebeautyofthesoftlysimmeringcauldronwithitsshimmeringfumes,thedelicatepowerofliquidsthatcreepthroughhumanveins,bewitchingthemind,ensnaringthesenses...