Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           "ButMalfoy—" 

           "That’senough,Mr.Weasley. Potter,followme,now." 

           HarrycaughtsightofMalfoy,Crabbe,andGoyle’striumphantfacesasheleft,walkingnumblyinProfessorMcGonagall’swakeasshestrodetowardthecastle. Hewasgoingtobeexpelled,hejustknewit. Hewantedtosaysomethingtodefendhimself,butthereseemedtobesomethingwrongwithhisvoice. ProfessorMcGonagallwassweepingalongwithoutevenlookingathim; hehadtojogtokeepup. Nowhe’ddoneit. Hehadn’tevenlastedtwoweeks. He’dbepackinghisbagsintenminutes. WhatwouldtheDursleyssaywhenheturneduponthedoorstep? 

           Upthefrontsteps,upthemarblestaircaseinside,andstillProfessorMcGonagalldidn’tsayawordtohim. ShewrenchedopendoorsandmarchedalongcorridorswithHarrytrottingmiserablybehindher. MaybeshewastakinghimtoDumbledore. HethoughtofHagrid,expelledbutallowedtostayonasgamekeeper. PerhapshecouldbeHagrid’sassistant. Hisstomachtwistedasheimaginedit,watchingRonandtheothersbecomingwizards,whilehestumpedaroundthegroundscarryingHagrid’sbag. 

           ProfessorMcGonagallstoppedoutsideaclassroom.Sheopenedthedoorandpokedherheadinside. 

           "Excuseme,ProfessorFlitwick,couldIborrowWoodforamoment?" 

           Wood? thoughtHarry,bewildered; wasWoodacaneshewasgoingtouseonhim? 

           ButWoodturnedouttobeaperson,aburlyfifth-yearboywhocameoutofFlitwick’sclasslookingconfused.