Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Harryleftthelockerroomalonesometimelater,totakehisNimbusTwoThousandbacktothebroomshed. Hecouldn’teverrememberfeelinghappier. He’dreallydonesomethingtobeproudofnow—noonecouldsayhewasjustafamousnameanymore. Theeveningairhadneversmelledsosweet. Hewalkedoverthedampgrass,relivingthelasthourinhishead,whichwasahappyblur: Gryffindorsrunningtolifthimontotheirshoulders;RonandHermioneinthedistance,jumpingupanddown,Roncheeringthroughaheavynosebleed. 

           Harryhadreachedtheshed. HeleanedagainstthewoodendoorandlookedupatHogwarts,withitswindowsglowingredinthesettingsun. Gryffindorinthelead. He’ddoneit,he’dshownSnape... 

           AndspeakingofSnape... 

           Ahoodedfigurecameswiftlydownthefrontstepsofthecastle. Clearlynotwantingtobeseen,itwalkedasfastaspossibletowardtheforbiddenforest. Harry’svictoryfadedfromhismindashewatched. Herecognizedthefigure’sprowlingwalk. Snape,sneakingintotheforestwhileeveryoneelsewasatdinner—whatwasgoingon? 

           HarryjumpedbackonhisNimbusTwoThousandandtookoff. GlidingsilentlyoverthecastlehesawSnapeentertheforestatarun. Hefollowed. 

           Thetreesweresothickhecouldn’tseewhereSnapehadgone. Heflewincircles,lowerandlower,brushingthetopbranchesoftreesuntilheheardvoices. Heglidedtowardthemandlandednoiselesslyinatoweringbeechtree. 

           Heclimbedcarefullyalongoneofthebranches,holdingtighttohisbroomstick,tryingtoseethroughtheleaves.