Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           "Don’twanttopressureyou,Potter,butifweeverneedanearlycaptureoftheSnitchit’snow.FinishthegamebeforeSnapecanfavorHufflepufftoomuch." 

           "Thewholeschool’soutthere!"saidFredWeasley,peeringoutofthedoor."Even—blimey—Dumbledore’scometowatch!" 

           Harry’sheartdidasomersault. 

           "Dumbledore?"hesaid,dashingtothedoortomakesure.Fredwasright.Therewasnomistakingthatsilverbeard. 

           HarrycouldhavelaughedoutloudwithreliefHewassafe.TherewassimplynowaythatSnapewoulddaretotrytohurthimifDumbledorewaswatching. 

           PerhapsthatwaswhySnapewaslookingsoangryastheteamsmarchedontothefield,somethingthatRonnoticed,too. 

           "I’veneverseenSnapelooksomean,"hetoldHermione."Look—they’reoff.Ouch!" 

           SomeonehadpokedRoninthebackofthehead.ItwasMalfoy. 

           "Oh,sorry,Weasley,didn’tseeyouthere." 

           MalfoygrinnedbroadlyatCrabbeandGoyle. 

           "WonderhowlongPotter’sgoingtostayonhisbroomthistime?Anyonewantabet?Whataboutyou,Weasley?" 

           Rondidn’tanswer;SnapehadjustawardedHufflepuffapenaltybecauseGeorgeWeasleyhadhitaBludgerathim.