Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Harrylookeddownathisfeet,buttheyweregone.Hedashedtothemirror.Sureenough,hisreflectionlookedbackathim,justhisheadsuspendedinmidair,hisbodycompletelyinvisible.Hepulledthecloakoverhisheadandhisreflectionvanishedcompletely. 

           "There’sanote!"saidRonsuddenly."Anotefelloutofit!" 

           Harrypulledoffthecloakandseizedtheletter.Writteninnarrow,loopywritinghehadneverseenbeforewerethefollowingwords: 

           Yourfatherleftthisinmypossessionbeforehedied. 

           Itistimeitwasreturnedtoyou. 

           Useitwell. 

           AVeryMerryChristmastoyou. 

           Therewasnosignature.Harrystaredatthenote.Ronwasadmiringthecloak. 

           "I’dgiveanythingforoneofthese,"hesaid."Anything.What’sthematter?" 

           "Nothing,"saidHarry.Hefeltverystrange.Whohadsentthecloak?Haditreallyoncebelongedtohisfather? 

           Beforehecouldsayorthinkanythingelse,thedormitorydoorwasflungopenandFredandGeorgeWeasleyboundedin.Harrystuffedthecloakquicklyoutofsight.Hedidn’tfeellikesharingitwithanyoneelseyet. 

           "MerryChristmas!" 

           "Hey,look—Harry’sgotaWeasleysweater,too!"