Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           "Shedoesn’tknowaboutthetroll." 

           Ronbithislip. 

           "Oh,allright,"hesnapped."ButPercy’dbetternotseeus." 

           Duckingdown,theyjoinedtheHufflepuffsgoingtheotherway,slippeddownadesertedsidecorridor,andhurriedofftowardthegirls’bathroom.Theyhadjustturnedthecornerwhentheyheardquickfootstepsbehindthem. 

           "Percy!"hissedRon,pullingHarrybehindalargestonegriffin. 

           Peeringaroundit,however,theysawnotPercybutSnape.Hecrossedthecorridoranddisappearedfromview. 

           "What’shedoing?"Harrywhispered."Whyisn’thedowninthedungeonswiththerestoftheteachers?" 

           "Searchme." 

           Quietlyaspossible,theycreptalongthenextcorridorafterSnape’sfadingfootsteps. 

           "He’sheadingforthethirdfloor,"Harrysaid,butRonhelduphishand. 

           "Canyousmellsomething?" 

           Harrysniffedandafoulstenchreachedhisnostrils,amixtureofoldsocksandthekindofpublictoiletnooneseemstoclean. 

           Andthentheyheardit—alowgrunting,andtheshufflingfootfallsofgiganticfeet.Ronpointed—attheendofapassagetotheleft,somethinghugewasmovingtowardthem.