Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Forbidden Forest
Somethingwasslitheringoverdeadleavesnearby:itsoundedlikeacloaktrailingalongtheground.Hagridwassquintingupthedarkpath,butafterafewseconds,thesoundfadedaway.
"Iknewit,"hemurmured."There’ssummatinherethatshouldn’be."
"Awerewolf?"Harrysuggested.
"Thatwasn’nowerewolfan’itwasn’nounicorn,neither,"saidHagridgrimly."Right,followme,butcareful,now."
Theywalkedmoreslowly,earsstrainingforthefaintestsound.Suddenly,inaclearingahead,somethingdefinitelymoved.
"Who’sthere?"Hagridcalled."Showyerself—I’marmed!"
Andintotheclearingcame—wasitaman,orahorse?Tothewaist,aman,withredhairandbeard,butbelowthatwasahorse’sgleamingchestnutbodywithalong,reddishtail.HarryandHermione’sjawsdropped.
"Oh,it’syou,Ronan,"saidHagridinrelief."Howareyeh?"
Hewalkedforwardandshookthecentaur’shand.
"Goodeveningtoyou,Hagrid,"saidRonan.Hehadadeep,sorrowfulvoice."Wereyougoingtoshootme?"
"Can’tbetoocareful,Ronan,"saidHagrid,pattinghiscrossbow."There’ssummatbadlooseinthisforest.ThisisHarryPotteran’HermioneGranger,bytheway.Studentsupattheschool.An’thisisRonan,youtwo.He’sacentaur.
"We’dnoticed,"saidHermionefaintly.
