Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Mirror of Erised
Afteramealofturkeysandwiches,crumpets,trifle,andChristmascake,everyonefelttoofullandsleepytodomuchbeforebedexceptsitandwatchPercychaseFredandGeorgealloverGryffindortowerbecausethey’dstolenhisprefectbadge.
IthadbeenHarry’sbestChristmasdayever. Yetsomethinghadbeennaggingatthebackofhismindallday. Notuntilheclimbedintobedwashefreetothinkaboutit: theinvisibilitycloakandwhoeverhadsentit.
Ron,fullofturkeyandcakeandwithnothingmysterioustobotherhim,fellasleepalmostassoonashe’ddrawnthecurtainsofhisfour-poster. Harryleanedoverthesideofhisownbedandpulledthecloakoutfromunderit.
Hisfather’s...thishadbeenhisfather’s. Heletthematerialflowoverhishands,smootherthansilk,lightasair. Useitwell,thenotehadsaid.
Hehadtotryit,now. Heslippedoutofbedandwrappedthecloakaroundhimself. Lookingdownathislegs,hesawonlymoonlightandshadows. Itwasaveryfunnyfeeling.
Useitwell.
Suddenly,Harryfeltwide-awake. ThewholeofHogwartswasopentohiminthiscloak. Excitementfloodedthroughhimashestoodthereinthedarkandsilence. Hecouldgoanywhereinthis,anywhere,andFilchwouldneverknow.
Rongruntedinhissleep. ShouldHarrywakehim? Somethingheldhimback—hisfather’scloak—hefeltthatthistime—thefirsttime—hewantedtouseitalone.
