Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Potions Master
"Cheerup,"saidRon,"Snape’salwaystakingpointsoffFredandGeorge.CanIcomeandmeetHagridwithyou?"
Atfivetothreetheyleftthecastleandmadetheirwayacrossthegrounds.Hagridlivedinasmallwoodenhouseontheedgeoftheforbiddenforest.Acrossbowandapairofgalosheswereoutsidethefrontdoor.
WhenHarryknockedtheyheardafranticscrabblingfrominsideandseveralboomingbarks.ThenHagrid’svoicerangout,saying, "Back,Fang—back."
Hagrid’sbig,hairyfaceappearedinthecrackashepulledthedooropen.
"Hangon,"hesaid."Back,Fang."
Heletthemin,strugglingtokeepaholdonthecollarofanenormousblackboarhound.
Therewasonlyoneroominside.Hamsandpheasantswerehangingfromtheceiling,acopperkettlewasboilingontheopenfire,andinthecornerstoodamassivebedwithapatchworkquiltoverit.
"Makeyerselvesathome,"saidHagrid,lettinggoofFang, whoboundedstraightatRonandstartedlickinghisears.LikeHagrid,Fangwasclearlynotasfierceashelooked.
"ThisisRon,"HarrytoldHagrid, whowaspouringboilingwaterintoalargeteapotandputtingrockcakesontoaplate.
"AnotherWeasley,eh?"saidHagrid,glancingatRon’sfreckles.Ispenthalfmelifechasin’yertwinbrothersawayfromtheforest."
