Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Mirror of Erised
Harryhadtornopentheparceltofindathick,hand-knittedsweaterinemeraldgreenandalargeboxofhomemadefudge.
"Everyyearshemakesusasweater,"saidRon,unwrappinghisown,"andmine’salwaysmaroon."
"That’sreallyniceofher,"saidHarry,tryingthefudge,whichwasverytasty.
Hisnextpresentalsocontainedcandy—alargeboxofChocolateFrogsfromHermione.
Thisonlyleftoneparcel.Harrypickeditupandfeltit.Itwasverylight.Heunwrappedit.
Somethingfluidandsilverygraywentslitheringtothefloorwhereitlayingleamingfolds.Rongasped.
"I’veheardofthose,"hesaidinahushedvoice,droppingtheboxofEveryFlavorBeanshe’dgottenfromHermione."Ifthat’swhatIthinkitis—they’rereallyrare,andreallyvaluable."
"Whatisit?"
Harrypickedtheshining,silveryclothoffthefloor.Itwasstrangetothetouch,likewaterwovenintomaterial.
"It’saninvisibilitycloak,"saidRon,alookofaweonhisface."I’msureitis—tryiton."
HarrythrewthecloakaroundhisshouldersandRongaveayell.
"Itis!Lookdown!"
