Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Mirror of Erised
Andtherewerehismotherandfathersmilingathimagain,andoneofhisgrandfathersnoddinghappily. Harrysankdowntositonthefloorinfrontofthemirror.Therewasnothingtostophimfromstayinghereallnightwithhisfamily.Nothingatall.
Except—
"So—backagain,Harry?"
Harryfeltasthoughhisinsideshadturnedtoice.Helookedbehindhim.SittingononeofthedesksbythewallwasnoneotherthanAlbusDumbledore. Harrymusthavewalkedstraightpasthim,sodesperatetogettothemirrorhehadn’tnoticedhim.
"I—Ididn’tseeyou,sir."
"Strangehownearsightedbeinginvisiblecanmakeyou,"saidDumbledore,andHarrywasrelievedtoseethathewassmiling.
"So,"saidDumbledore,slippingoffthedesktositonthefloorwithHarry,"you,likehundredsbeforeyou,havediscoveredthedelightsoftheMirrorofErised."
"Ididn’tknowitwascalledthat,Sir."
"ButIexpectyou’verealizedbynowwhatitdoes?"
"It—well—itshowsmemyfamily—"
"AnditshowedyourfriendRonhimselfasheadboy."
"Howdidyouknow—?"
