Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Asuddenslammingandloudfootstepsmadethethreeofthemlookup. Theyhadn’trealizedwhatarackettheyhadbeenmaking,butofcourse,someonedownstairsmusthaveheardthecrashesandthetroll’sroars. Amomentlater,ProfessorMcGonagallhadcomeburstingintotheroom,closelyfollowedbySnape,withQuirrellbringinguptherear. Quirrelltookonelookatthetroll,letoutafaintwhimper,andsatquicklydownonatoilet,clutchinghisheart. 

           Snapebentoverthetroll. ProfessorMcGonagallwaslookingatRonandHarry. Harryhadneverseenherlooksoangry. Herlipswerewhite. HopesofwinningfiftypointsforGryffindorfadedquicklyfromHarry’smind. 

           "Whatonearthwereyouthinkingof? "saidProfessorMcGonagall,withcoldfuryinhervoice. HarrylookedatRon,whowasstillstandingwithhiswandintheair. "You’reluckyyouweren’tkilled. Whyaren’tyouinyourdormitory?" 

           SnapegaveHarryaswift,piercinglook. Harrylookedatthefloor. HewishedRonwouldputhiswanddown. 

           Thenasmallvoicecameoutoftheshadows. 

           "Please,ProfessorMcGonagall—theywerelookingforme." 

           "MissGranger!" 

           Hermionehadmanagedtogettoherfeetatlast. 

           "IwentlookingforthetrollbecauseI—IthoughtIcoulddealwithitonmyown—youknow,becauseI’vereadallaboutthem." 

           Rondroppedhiswand. HermioneGranger,tellingadownrightlietoateacher?