Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Mirror of Erised
Malfoy,Crabbe,andGoylepushedroughlypastthetree,scatteringneedleseverywhereandsmirking.
"I’llgethim,"saidRon,grindinghisteethatMalfoy’sback,"oneofthesedays,I’llgethim—"
"Ihatethemboth,"saidHarry,"MalfoyandSnape."
"Comeon,cheerup,it’snearlyChristmas,"saidHagrid."Tellyehwhat,comewithmean’seetheGreatHall,looksatreat."
SothethreeofthemfollowedHagridandhistreeofftotheGreatHall,whereProfessorMcGonagallandProfessorFlitwickwerebusywiththeChristmasdecorations.
"Ah,Hagrid,thelasttree—putitinthefarcorner,wouldyou?"
Thehalllookedspectacular.Festoonsofhollyandmistletoehungallaroundthewalls,andnolessthantwelvetoweringChristmastreesstoodaroundtheroom,somesparklingwithtinyicicles,someglitteringwithhundredsofcandles.
"Howmanydaysyougotleftuntilyerholidays?"Hagridasked.
"Justone,"saidHermione."Andthatremindsme—Harry,Ron,we’vegothalfanhourbeforelunch,weshouldbeinthelibrary."
"Ohyeah,you’reright,"saidRon,tearinghiseyesawayfromProfessorFlitwick,whohadgoldenbubblesblossomingoutofhiswandandwastrailingthemoverthebranchesofthenewtree.
