Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Forbidden Forest
Itsoundedasthoughsomeonewasthreateninghim. Harrymovedcloser.
"Allright—allright—"heheardQuirrellsob.
Nextsecond,Quirrellcamehurryingoutoftheclassroomstraighteninghisturban. Hewaspaleandlookedasthoughhewasabouttocry.Hestrodeoutofsight;Harrydidn’tthinkQuirrellhadevennoticedhim. HewaiteduntilQuirrell’sfootstepshaddisappeared,thenpeeredintotheclassroom. Itwasempty,butadoorstoodajarattheotherend. Harrywashalfwaytowarditbeforeherememberedwhathe’dpromisedhimselfaboutnotmeddling.
Allthesame,he’dhavegambledtwelveSorcerer’sStonesthatSnapehadjustlefttheroom,andfromwhatHarryhadjustheard,Snapewouldbewalkingwithanewspringinhisstep—Quirrellseemedtohavegiveninatlast.
Harrywentbacktothelibrary,whereHermionewastestingRononAstronomy.Harrytoldthemwhathe’dheard.
"Snape’sdoneit,then!"saidRon. "IfQuirrell’stoldhimhowtobreakhisAnti-DarkForcespell—"
"There’sstillFluffy,though,"saidHermione.
"MaybeSnape’sfoundouthowtogetpasthimwithoutaskingHagrid,"saidRon,lookingupatthethousandsofbookssurroundingthem. "Ibetthere’sabooksomewhereinheretellingyouhowtogetpastagiantthree-headeddog. Sowhatdowedo,Harry?"
ThelightofadventurewaskindlingagaininRon’seyes,butHermioneansweredbeforeHarrycould.
