Гарри Поттер и философский камень
Halloween
Theirfeatherroseoffthedeskandhoveredaboutfourfeetabovetheirheads.
"Oh,welldone!"criedProfessorFlitwick,clapping."Everyoneseehere,MissGranger’sdoneit!"
Ronwasinaverybadmoodbytheendoftheclass.
"It’snowondernoonecanstandher,"hesaidtoHarryastheypushedtheirwayintothecrowdedcorridor,"she’sanightmare,honestly."
SomeoneknockedintoHarryastheyhurriedpasthim.ItwasHermione.Harrycaughtaglimpseofherface—andwasstartledtoseethatshewasintears.
"Ithinksheheardyou."
"So?"saidRon,buthelookedabituncomfortable."Shemust’venoticedshe’sgotnofriends."
Hermionedidn’tturnupforthenextclassandwasn’tseenallafternoon.OntheirwaydowntotheGreatHallfortheHalloweenfeast,HarryandRonoverheardParvatiPatiltellingherfriendLavenderthatHermionewascryinginthegirls’bathroomandwantedtobeleftalone. Ronlookedstillmoreawkwardatthis,butamomentlatertheyhadenteredtheGreatHall,wheretheHalloweendecorationsputHermioneoutoftheirminds.
Athousandlivebatsflutteredfromthewallsandceilingwhileathousandmoreswoopedoverthetablesinlowblackclouds,makingthecandlesinthepumpkinsstutter. Thefeastappearedsuddenlyonthegoldenplates,asithadatthestart-of-termbanquet.
