Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Forbidden Forest
"Theforest?"herepeated,andhedidn’tsoundquiteascoolasusual."Wecan’tgointhereatnight—there’sallsortsofthingsinthere—werewolves,Iheard."
NevilleclutchedthesleeveofHarry’srobeandmadeachokingnoise.
"That’syourproblem,isn’tit?"saidFilch,hisvoicecrackingwithglee."Should’vethoughtofthemwerewolvesbeforeyougotintrouble,shouldn’tyou?"
Hagridcamestridingtowardthemoutofthedark,Fangathisheel.Hewascarryinghislargecrossbow,andaquiverofarrowshungoverhisshoulder.
"Abou’time,"hesaid."Ibinwaitin’ferhalfanhouralready.Allright,Harry,Hermione?"
"Ishouldn’tbetoofriendlytothem,Hagrid,"saidFilchcoldly,they’reheretobepunished,afterall."
"That’swhyyerlate,isit?"saidHagrid,frowningatFilch."Binlecturin’them,eh?’Snotyourplaceterdothat.Yeh’vedoneyerbit,I’lltakeoverfromhere."
"I’llbebackatdawn,"saidFilch,"forwhat’sleftofthem,"headdednastily,andheturnedandstartedbacktowardthecastle,hislampbobbingawayinthedarkness.
MalfoynowturnedtoHagrid.
"I’mnotgoinginthatforest,"hesaid,andHarrywaspleasedtohearthenoteofpanicinhisvoice.
"YehareifyehwantterstayatHogwarts,"saidHagridfiercely."Yeh’vedonewrongan’nowyeh’vegotterpayferit."
