Гарри Поттер и философский камень
Quidditch
"Didyougetit? "RonaskedasHarryjoinedthem. "What’sthematter?"
Inalowwhisper,Harrytoldthemwhathe’dseen.
"Youknowwhatthismeans? "hefinishedbreathlessly. "Hetriedtogetpastthatthree-headeddogatHalloween! That’swherehewasgoingwhenwesawhim—he’safterwhateverit’sguarding! AndI’dbetmybroomstickheletthattrollin,tomakeadiversion!"
Hermione’seyeswerewide.
"No—hewouldn’t,shesaid. "Iknowhe’snotverynice,buthewouldn’ttryandstealsomethingDumbledorewaskeepingsafe."
"Honestly,Hermione,youthinkallteachersaresaintsorsomething,"snappedRon. "I’mwithHarry. Iwouldn’tputanythingpastSnape. Butwhat’sheafter? What’sthatdogguarding?"
Harrywenttobedwithhisheadbuzzingwiththesamequestion. Nevillewassnoringloudly,butHarrycouldn’tsleep. Hetriedtoemptyhismind—heneededtosleep,hehadto,hehadhisfirstQuidditchmatchinafewhours-buttheexpressiononSnape’sfacewhenHarryhadseenhislegwasn’teasytoforget.
Thenextmorningdawnedverybrightandcold. TheGreatHallwasfullofthedelicioussmelloffriedsausagesandthecheerfulchatterofeveryonelookingforwardtoagoodQuidditchmatch.
"You’vegottoeatsomebreakfast."
"Idon’twantanything."
