Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Theyedgedalongthewalls,keepingtheireyesonthedoorsateitherendoftheroom. HarrytookouthiswandincaseMalfoyleaptinandstartedatonce. Theminutescreptby. 

           "He’slate,maybehe’schickenedout,"Ronwhispered. 

           Thenanoiseinthenextroommadethemjump. Harryhadonlyjustraisedhiswandwhentheyheardsomeonespeak—anditwasn’tMalfoy. 

           "Sniffaround,mysweet,theymightbelurkinginacorner." 

           ItwasFilchspeakingtoMrs.Norris. Horror-struck,Harrywavedmadlyattheotherthreetofollowhimasquicklyaspossible;theyscurriedsilentlytowardthedoor,awayfromFilch’svoice. Neville’srobeshadbarelywhippedroundthecornerwhentheyheardFilchenterthetrophyroom. 

           "They’reinheresomewhere,"theyheardhimmutter,"probablyhiding." 

           "Thisway! "Harrymouthedtotheothersand,petrified,theybegantocreepdownalonggalleryfullofsuitsofarmor. TheycouldhearFilchgettingnearer. Nevillesuddenlyletoutafrightenedsqueakandbrokeintoarunhetripped,grabbedRonaroundthewaist,andthepairofthemtoppledrightintoasuitofarmor. 

           Theclangingandcrashingwereenoughtowakethewholecastle. 

           "RUN! "Harryyelled,andthefourofthemsprinteddownthegallery,notlookingbacktoseewhetherFilchwasfollowing —theyswungaroundthedoorpostandgallopeddownonecorridorthenanother,Harryinthelead,withoutanyideawheretheywereorwheretheyweregoing—theyrippedthroughatapestryandfoundthemselvesinahiddenpassageway,hurtledalongitandcameoutneartheirCharmsclassroom,whichtheyknewwasmilesfromthetrophyroom.