Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Below,inashadowyclearing,stoodSnape,buthewasn’talone.Quirrellwasthere,too.Harrycouldn’tmakeoutthelookonhisface,buthewasstutteringworsethanever.Harrystrainedtocatchwhattheyweresaying. 

           "...d-don’tknowwhyyouwantedt-t-tomeethereofallp-places,Severus..." 

           "Oh,Ithoughtwe’dkeepthisprivate,"saidSnape,hisvoiceicy."Studentsaren’tsupposedtoknowabouttheSorcerer’sStone,afterall." 

           Harryleanedforward.Quirrellwasmumblingsomething.Snapeinterruptedhim. 

           "HaveyoufoundouthowtogetpastthatbeastofHagrid’syet?" 

           "B-b-butSeverus,I—" 

           "Youdon’twantmeasyourenemy,Quirrell,"saidSnape,takingasteptowardhim. 

           "I-Idon’tknowwhatyou—" 

           "YouknowperfectlywellwhatImean." 

           Anowlhootedloudly,andHarrynearlyfelloutofthetree.HesteadiedhimselfintimetohearSnapesay," —yourlittlebitofhocus-pocus.I’mwaiting." 

           "B-butId-d-don’t—" 

           "Verywell,"Snapecutin."We’llhaveanotherlittlechatsoon,whenyou’vehadtimetothinkthingsoveranddecidedwhereyourloyaltieslie." 

           Hethrewhiscloakoverhisheadandstrodeoutoftheclearing.Itwasalmostdarknow,butHarrycouldseeQuirrell,standingquitestillasthoughhewaspetrified.