Гарри Поттер и философский камень
Norbert the Norwegian Ridgeback
Harrythoughtitlookedlikeacrumpled,blackumbrella.Itsspinywingswerehugecomparedtoitsskinnyjetbody,ithadalongsnoutwithwidenostrils,thestubsofhornsandbulging,orangeeyes.
Itsneezed.Acoupleofsparksflewoutofitssnout.
"Isn’thebeautiful?"Hagridmurmured.Hereachedoutahandtostrokethedragon’shead.Itsnappedathisfingers,showingpointedfangs.
"Blesshim,look,heknowshismommy!"saidHagrid.
"Hagrid,"saidHermione,"howfastdoNorwegianRidgebacksgrow,exactly?"
Hagridwasabouttoanswerwhenthecolorsuddenlydrainedfromhisface—heleapttohisfeetandrantothewindow.
"What’sthematter?"
"Someonewaslookin’throughthegapinthecurtains—it’sakid—he’srunnin’backuptertheschool."
Harryboltedtothedoorandlookedout.Evenatadistancetherewasnomistakinghim.
Malfoyhadseenthedragon.
SomethingaboutthesmilelurkingonMalfoy’sfaceduringthenextweekmadeHarry,Ron,andHermioneverynervous.TheyspentmostoftheirfreetimeinHagrid’sdarkenedhut,tryingtoreasonwithhim.
"Justlethimgo,"Harryurged."Sethimfree."
"Ican’t,"saidHagrid."He’stoolittle.He’ddie."
