Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Theclockonthewallhadjustchimedmidnightwhentheportraitholeburstopen.RonappearedoutofnowhereashepulledoffHarry’sinvisibilitycloak. HehadbeendownatHagrid’shut,helpinghimfeedNorbert,whowasnoweatingdeadratsbythecrate. 

           "Itbitme! "hesaid,showingthemhishand,whichwaswrappedinabloodyhandkerchief. "I’mnotgoingtobeabletoholdaquillforaweek. Itellyou,thatdragon’sthemosthorribleanimalI’veevermet,butthewayHagridgoesonaboutit,you’dthinkitwasafluffylittlebunnyrabbit. Whenitbitmehetoldmeoffforfrighteningit. AndwhenIleft,hewassingingitalullaby." 

           Therewasataponthedarkwindow. 

           "It’sHedwig! "saidHarry,hurryingtoletherin. "She’llhaveCharlie’sanswer!" 

           Thethreeofthemputtheirheadstogethertoreadthenote. 

           DearRon, 

           Howareyou? Thanksfortheletter—I’dbegladtotaketheNorwegianRidgeback,butitwon’tbeeasygettinghimhere. Ithinkthebestthingwillbetosendhimoverwithsomefriendsofminewhoarecomingtovisitmenextweek. Troubleis,theymustn’tbeseencarryinganillegaldragon. 

           CouldyougettheRidgebackupthetallesttoweratmidnightonSaturday? Theycanmeetyouthereandtakehimawaywhileit’sstilldark. 

           Sendmeananswerassoonaspossible. 

           Love, 

           Charlie