Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           HarrywasjusthelpinghimselftoabakedpotatowhenProfessorQuirrellcamesprintingintothehall,histurbanaskewandterroronhisface. EveryonestaredashereachedProfessorDumbledore’schair,slumpedagainstthetable,andgasped,"Troll—inthedungeons—thoughtyououghttoknow." 

           Hethensanktothefloorinadeadfaint. 

           Therewasanuproar.IttookseveralpurplefirecrackersexplodingfromtheendofProfessorDumbledore’swandtobringsilence. 

           "Prefects,"herumbled,"leadyourHousesbacktothedormitoriesimmediately!" 

           Percywasinhiselement. 

           "Followme!Sticktogether,firstyears!Noneedtofearthetrollifyoufollowmyorders!Stayclosebehindme,now.Makeway,firstyearscomingthrough!Excuseme,I’maprefect!" 

           "Howcouldatrollgetin?"Harryaskedastheyclimbedthestairs. 

           "Don’taskme,they’resupposedtobereallystupid,"saidRon."MaybePeevesletitinforaHalloweenjoke." 

           Theypasseddifferentgroupsofpeoplehurryingindifferentdirections.AstheyjostledtheirwaythroughacrowdofconfusedHufflepuffs,HarrysuddenlygrabbedRon’sarm. 

           "I’vejustthought—Hermione." 

           "Whatabouther?"