Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Filchmusthavehurriedofftolookforthemsomewhereelse,becausetheydidn’tseehimanywhere,buttheyhardlycared—alltheywantedtodowasputasmuchspaceaspossiblebetweenthemandthatmonster.Theydidn’tstoprunninguntiltheyreachedtheportraitoftheFatLadyontheseventhfloor. 

           "Whereonearthhaveyouallbeen?"sheasked,lookingattheirbathrobeshangingofftheirshouldersandtheirflushed,sweatyfaces. 

           "Nevermindthat—pigsnout,pigsnout,"pantedHarry,andtheportraitswungforward.Theyscrambledintothecommonroomandcollapsed,trembling,intoarmchairs. 

           Itwasawhilebeforeanyofthemsaidanything.Neville,indeed,lookedasifhe’dneverspeakagain. 

           "Whatdotheythinkthey’redoing,keepingathinglikethatlockedupinaschool?"saidRonfinally."Ifanydogneedsexercise,thatonedoes." 

           Hermionehadgotbothherbreathandherbadtemperbackagain. "Youdon’tuseyoureyes,anyofyou,doyou?"shesnapped."Didn’tyouseewhatitwasstandingon. 

           "Thefloor?"Harrysuggested."Iwasn’tlookingatitsfeet,Iwastoobusywithitsheads." 

           "No,notthefloor.Itwasstandingonatrapdoor.It’sobviouslyguardingsomething." 

           Shestoodup,glaringatthem.