Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Thetrollcouldn’tfeelHarryhangingthere,butevenatrollwillnoticeifyoustickalongbitofwoodupitsnose,andHarry’swandhadstillbeeninhishandwhenhe’djumped-ithadgonestraightuponeofthetroll’snostrils. 

           Howlingwithpain,thetrolltwistedandflaileditsclub,withHarryclingingonfordearlife;anysecond,thetrollwasgoingtoriphimofforcatchhimaterribleblowwiththeclub. 

           Hermionehadsunktothefloorinfright;Ronpulledouthisownwand—notknowingwhathewasgoingtodoheheardhimselfcrythefirstspellthatcameintohishead: "WingardiumLeviosa!" 

           Theclubflewsuddenlyoutofthetroll’shand,rosehigh,highupintotheair,turnedslowlyover—anddropped,withasickeningcrack,ontoitsowner’shead. Thetrollswayedonthespotandthenfellflatonitsface,withathudthatmadethewholeroomtremble. 

           Harrygottohisfeet.Hewasshakingandoutofbreath.Ronwasstandingtherewithhiswandstillraised,staringatwhathehaddone. 

           ItwasHermionewhospokefirst. 

           "Isit—dead?" 

           "Idon’tthinkso,"saidHarry,Ithinkit’sjustbeenknockedout." 

           Hebentdownandpulledhiswandoutofthetroll’snose.Itwascoveredinwhatlookedlikelumpygrayglue. 

           "Urgh—trollboogers." 

           Hewipeditonthetroll’strousers.