Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Hecouldn’tturnit.Hecouldn’tdirectitatall.Itwaszigzaggingthroughtheair,andeverynowandthenmakingviolentswishingmovementsthatalmostunseatedhim. 

           Leewasstillcommentating. 

           "Slytherininpossession—FlintwiththeQuaffle—passesSpinnet—passesBell—hithardinthefacebyaBludger,hopeitbrokehisnose—onlyjoking,Professor—Slytherinsscore—Ano..." 

           TheSlytherinswerecheering.NooneseemedtohavenoticedthatHarry’sbroomwasbehavingstrangely. Itwascarryinghimslowlyhigher,awayfromthegame,jerkingandtwitchingasitwent. 

           "DunnowhatHarrythinkshe’sdoing,"Hagridmumbled.Hestaredthroughhisbinoculars. "IfIdidn’knowbetter,I’dsayhe’dlostcontrolofhisbroom...buthecan’thave..." 

           Suddenly,peoplewerepointingupatHarryalloverthestands.Hisbroomhadstartedtorolloverandover,withhimonlyjustmanagingtoholdon. Thenthewholecrowdgasped.Harry’sbroomhadgivenawildjerkandHarryswungoffit.Hewasnowdanglingfromit,holdingonwithonlyonehand. 

           "DidsomethinghappentoitwhenFlintblockedhim?"Seamuswhispered. 

           "Can’thave,"Hagridsaid,hisvoiceshaking."Can’tnothinginterferewithabroomstickexceptpowerfulDarkmagic—nokidcoulddothattoaNimbusTwoThousand." 

           Atthesewords,HermioneseizedHagrid’sbinoculars,butinsteadoflookingupatHarry,shestartedlookingfranticallyatthecrowd.