Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Forbidden Forest
Harrywasn’tlistening.
"Firenzesavedme,butheshouldn’thavedoneso...Banewasfurious...hewastalkingaboutinterferingwithwhattheplanetssayisgoingtohappen...TheymustshowthatVoldemort’scomingback...BanethinksFirenzeshouldhaveletVoldemortkillme...Isupposethat’swritteninthestarsaswell."
"Willyoustopsayingthename!"Ronhissed.
"SoallI’vegottowaitfornowisSnapetostealtheStone,"Harrywentonfeverishly,"thenVoldemortwillbeabletocomeandfinishmeoff...Well,IsupposeBane’llbehappy."
Hermionelookedveryfrightened,butshehadawordofcomfort.
"Harry,everyonesaysDumbledore’stheonlyoneYou-Know-WhowaseverafraidofwithDumbledorearound,You-Know-Whowon’ttouchyou.Anyway,whosaysthecentaursareright?Itsoundslikefortune-tellingtome,andProfessorMcGonagallsaysthat’saveryimprecisebranchofmagic."
Theskyhadturnedlightbeforetheystoppedtalking.Theywenttobedexhausted,theirthroatssore.Butthenight’ssurprisesweren’tover.
WhenHarrypulledbackhissheets,hefoundhisinvisibilitycloakfoldedneatlyunderneaththem.Therewasanotepinnedtoit:
Justincase.
