Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Midnight Duel
Malfoyonlyjustgotoutofthewayintime;Harrymadeasharpabout-faceandheldthebroomsteady. Afewpeoplebelowwereclapping.
"NoCrabbeandGoyleupheretosaveyourneck,Malfoy,"Harrycalled.
ThesamethoughtseemedtohavestruckMalfoy.
"Catchitifyoucan,then! "heshouted,andhethrewtheglassballhighintotheairandstreakedbacktowardtheground.
Harrysaw,asthoughinslowmotion,theballriseupintheairandthenstarttofall. Heleanedforwardandpointedhisbroomhandledown—nextsecondhewasgatheringspeedinasteepdive,racingtheball—windwhistledinhisears,mingledwiththescreamsofpeoplewatching —hestretchedouthishand—afootfromthegroundhecaughtit,justintimetopullhisbroomstraight,andhetoppledgentlyontothegrasswiththeRemembrallclutchedsafelyinhisfist.
"HARRYPOTTER!"
Hisheartsankfasterthanhe’djustdived. ProfessorMcGonagallwasrunningtowardthem. Hegottohisfeet,trembling.
"Never—inallmytimeatHogwarts—"
ProfessorMcGonagallwasalmostspeechlesswithshock,andherglassesflashedfuriously,"—howdareyou—mighthavebrokenyourneck—"
"Itwasn’thisfault,Professor—"
"Bequiet,MissPatil—"
