Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           "Followme,youtwo,"saidProfessorMcGonagall,andtheymarchedonupthecorridor,WoodlookingcuriouslyatHarry. 

           "Inhere." 

           ProfessorMcGonagallpointedthemintoaclassroomthatwasemptyexceptforPeeves,whowasbusywritingrudewordsontheblackboard. 

           "Out,Peeves!"shebarked.Peevesthrewthechalkintoabin,whichclangedloudly,andheswoopedoutcursing.ProfessorMcGonagallslammedthedoorbehindhimandturnedtofacethetwoboys. 

           "Potter,thisisOliverWood.Wood—I’vefoundyouaSeeker." 

           Wood’sexpressionchangedfrompuzzlementtodelight. 

           "Areyouserious,Professor?" 

           "Absolutely,"saidProfessorMcGonagallcrisply."Theboy’sanatural.I’veneverseenanythinglikeit.Wasthatyourfirsttimeonabroomstick,Potter?" 

           Harrynoddedsilently.Hedidn’thaveacluewhatwasgoingon,buthedidn’tseemtobebeingexpelled,andsomeofthefeelingstartedcomingbacktohislegs. 

           "Hecaughtthatthinginhishandafterafifty-footdive,"ProfessorMcGonagalltoldWood."Didn’tevenscratchhimself.CharlieWeasleycouldn’thavedoneit." 

           Woodwasnowlookingasthoughallhisdreamshadcometrueatonce. 

           "EverseenagameofQuidditch,Potter?"heaskedexcitedly.