Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           "Ithoughtyouweren’tspeakingtous?"saidHarry. 

           "Yes,don’tstopnow,"saidRon,"it’sdoingussomuchgood." 

           Hermionemarchedawaywithhernoseintheair. 

           Harryhadalotoftroublekeepinghismindonhislessonsthatday. Itkeptwanderinguptothedormitorywherehisnewbroomstickwaslyingunderhisbed,orstrayingofftotheQuidditchfieldwherehe’dbelearningtoplaythatnight. Heboltedhisdinnerthateveningwithoutnoticingwhathewaseating,andthenrushedupstairswithRontounwraptheNimbusTwoThousandatlast. 

           "Wow,"Ronsighed,asthebroomstickrolledontoHarry’sbedspread. 

           EvenHarry,whoknewnothingaboutthedifferentbrooms,thoughtitlookedwonderful. Sleekandshiny,withamahoganyhandle,ithadalongtailofneat,straighttwigsandNimbusTwoThousandwritteningoldnearthetop. 

           Asseveno’clockdrewnearer,HarryleftthecastleandsetoffinthedusktowardtheQuidditchfield. Heldneverbeeninsidethestadiumbefore. Hundredsofseatswereraisedinstandsaroundthefieldsothatthespectatorswerehighenoughtoseewhatwasgoingon. Ateitherendofthefieldwerethreegoldenpoleswithhoopsontheend. TheyremindedHarryofthelittleplasticsticksMugglechildrenblewbubblesthrough,exceptthattheywerefiftyfeethigh. 

           TooeagertoflyagaintowaitforWood,Harrymountedhisbroomstickandkickedofffromtheground. Whatafeeling—heswoopedinandoutofthegoalpostsandthenspedupanddownthefield. TheNimbusTwoThousandturnedwhereverhewantedathislightesttouch.