Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Mirror of Erised
Hecreptoutofthedormitory,downthestairs,acrossthecommonroom,andclimbedthroughtheportraithole.
"Who’sthere? "squawkedtheFatLady. Harrysaidnothing. Hewalkedquicklydownthecorridor.
Whereshouldhego? Hestopped,hisheartracing,andthought. Andthenitcametohim. TheRestrictedSectioninthelibrary. He’dbeabletoreadaslongasheliked,aslongasittooktofindoutwhoFlamelwas. Hesetoff,drawingtheinvisibilitycloaktightaroundhimashewalked.
Thelibrarywaspitch-blackandveryeerie. Harrylitalamptoseehiswayalongtherowsofbooks. Thelamplookedasifitwasfloatingalonginmidair,andeventhoughHarrycouldfeelhisarmsupportingit,thesightgavehimthecreeps.
TheRestrictedSectionwasrightatthebackofthelibrary. Steppingcarefullyovertheropethatseparatedthesebooksfromtherestofthelibrary,hehelduphislamptoreadthetitles.
Theydidn’ttellhimmuch. Theirpeeling,fadedgoldlettersspelledwordsinlanguagesHarrycouldn’tunderstand. Somehadnotitleatall. Onebookhadadarkstainonitthatlookedhorriblylikeblood. ThehairsonthebackofHarry’sneckprickled. Maybehewasimaginingit,maybenot,buthethoughtafaintwhisperingwascomingfromthebooks,asthoughtheyknewsomeonewastherewhoshouldn’tbe.
Hehadtostartsomewhere. Settingthelampdowncarefullyonthefloor,helookedalongthebottomshelfforaninterestinglookingbook. Alargeblackandsilvervolumecaughthiseye. Hepulleditoutwithdifficulty,becauseitwasveryheavy,and,balancingitonhisknee,letitfallopen.
