Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           "Wood’scaptainoftheGryffindorteam,"ProfessorMcGonagallexplained. 

           "He’sjustthebuildforaSeeker,too,"saidWood,nowwalkingaroundHarryandstaringathim."Light—speedy—we’llhavetogethimadecentbroom,Professor—aNimbusTwoThousandoraCleansweepSeven,I’dsay." 

           "IshallspeaktoProfessorDumbledoreandseeifwecan’tbendthefirst-yearrule.Heavenknows,weneedabetterteamthanlastyear.FlattenedinthatlastmatchbySlytherin,Icouldn’tlookSeverusSnapeinthefaceforweeks..." 

           ProfessorMcGonagallpeeredsternlyoverherglassesatHarry. 

           "Iwanttohearyou’retraininghard,Potter,orImaychangemymindaboutpunishingyou." 

           Thenshesuddenlysmiled. 

           "Yourfatherwouldhavebeenproud,"shesaid."HewasanexcellentQuidditchplayerhimself." 

           "You’rejoking." 

           Itwasdinnertime.HarryhadjustfinishedtellingRonwhathadhappenedwhenhe’dleftthegroundswithProfessorMcGonagall.Ronhadapieceofsteakandkidneypiehalfwaytohismouth,buthe’dforgottenallaboutit. 

           "Seeker?"hesaid."Butfirstyearsnever—youmustbetheyoungesthouseplayerinabout—" 

           "—acentury,"saidHarry,shovelingpieintohismouth.Hefeltparticularlyhungryaftertheexcitementoftheafternoon."Woodtoldme."