Гарри Поттер и философский камень
Nicholas Flamel
Ronsnapped. BeforeMalfoyknewwhatwashappening,Ronwasontopofhim,wrestlinghimtotheground. Nevillehesitated,thenclamberedoverthebackofhisseattohelp.
"Comeon,Harry! "Hermionescreamed,leapingontoherseattowatchasHarryspedstraightatSnape—shedidn’tevennoticeMalfoyandRonrollingaroundunderherseat,orthescufflesandyelpscomingfromthewhirloffiststhatwasNeville,Crabbe,andGoyle.
Upintheair,Snapeturnedonhisbroomstickjustintimetoseesomethingscarletshootpasthim,missinghimbyinches—thenextsecond,Harryhadpulledoutofthedive,hisarmraisedintriumph,theSnitchclaspedinhishand.
Thestandserupted; ithadtobearecord,noonecouldeverremembertheSnitchbeingcaughtsoquickly.
"Ron! Ron! Whereareyou? Thegame’sover! Harry’swon! We’vewon! Gryffindorisinthelead! "shriekedHermione,dancingupanddownonherseatandhuggingParvatiPatilintherowinfront.
Harryjumpedoffhisbroom,afootfromtheground. Hecouldn’tbelieveit. He’ddoneit—thegamewasover; ithadbarelylastedfiveminutes. AsGryffindorscamespillingontothefield,hesawSnapelandnearby,white-facedandtight-lipped—thenHarryfeltahandonhisshoulderandlookedupintoDumbledore’ssmilingface.
"Welldone,"saidDumbledorequietly,sothatonlyHarrycouldhear. "Nicetoseeyouhaven’tbeenbroodingaboutthatmirror...beenkeepingbusy...excellent..."
Snapespatbitterlyontheground.
