Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Mirror of Erised
Howlonghestoodthere,hedidn’tknow. Thereflectionsdidnotfadeandhelookedandlookeduntiladistantnoisebroughthimbacktohissenses. Hecouldn’tstayhere,hehadtofindhiswaybacktobed. Hetorehiseyesawayfromhismother’sface,whispered, "I’llcomeback,"andhurriedfromtheroom.
"Youcouldhavewokenmeup,"saidRon,crossly.
"Youcancometonight,I’mgoingback,Iwanttoshowyouthemirror.
"I’dliketoseeyourmomanddad,"Ronsaideagerly.
"AndIwanttoseeallyourfamily,alltheWeasleys,you’llbeabletoshowmeyourotherbrothersandeveryone."
"Youcanseethemanyoldtime,"saidRon. "Justcomeroundmyhousethissummer. Anyway,maybeitonlyshowsdeadpeople. ShameaboutnotfindingFlamel,though. Havesomebaconorsomething,whyaren’tyoueatinganything?"
Harrycouldn’teat. Hehadseenhisparentsandwouldbeseeingthemagaintonight. HehadalmostforgottenaboutFlamel. Itdidn’tseemveryimportantanymore. Whocaredwhatthethreeheadeddogwasguarding? WhatdiditmatterifSnapestoleit,really?
"Areyouallright?"saidRon."Youlookodd."
WhatHarryfearedmostwasthathemightnotbeabletofindthemirrorroomagain. WithRoncoveredinthecloak,too,theyhadtowalkmuchmoreslowlythenextnight. TheytriedretracingHarry’sroutefromthelibrary,wanderingaroundthedarkpassagewaysfornearlyanhour.
