Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Afewemberswerestillglowinginthefireplace,turningallthearmchairsintohunchedblackshadows.Theyhadalmostreachedtheportraitholewhenavoicespokefromthechairnearestthem, "Ican’tbelieveyou’regoingtodothis,Harry." 

           Alampflickeredon.ItwasHermioneGranger,wearingapinkbathrobeandafrown. 

           "You!"saidRonfuriously."Gobacktobed!" 

           "Ialmosttoldyourbrother,"Hermionesnapped,"Percy—he’saprefect,he’dputastoptothis." 

           Harrycouldn’tbelieveanyonecouldbesointerfering. 

           "Comeon,"hesaidtoRon.HepushedopentheportraitoftheFatLadyandclimbedthroughthehole. 

           Hermionewasn’tgoingtogiveupthateasily.ShefollowedRonthroughtheportraithole,hissingatthemlikeanangrygoose. 

           "Don’tyoucareaboutGryffindor,doyouonlycareaboutyourselves,Idon’twantSlytherintowinthehousecup,andyou’llloseallthepointsIgotfromProfessorMcGonagallforknowingaboutSwitchingSpells." 

           "Goaway." 

           "Allright,butIwarnedyou,youjustrememberwhatIsaidwhenyou’reonthetrainhometomorrow,you’reso—" 

           Butwhattheywere,theydidn’tfindout.HermionehadturnedtotheportraitoftheFatLadytogetbackinsideandfoundherselffacinganemptypainting.