Гарри Поттер и философский камень
Through the Trapdoor
"SeeProfessorDumbledore?"ProfessorMcGonagallrepeated,asthoughthiswasaveryfishythingtowanttodo."Why?"
Harryswallowed—nowwhat?
"It’ssortofsecret,"hesaid,buthewishedatoncehehadn’t,becauseProfessorMcGonagall’snostrilsflared.
"ProfessorDumbledorelefttenminutesago,"shesaidcoldly."HereceivedanurgentowlfromtheMinistryofMagicandflewoffforLondonatonce."
"He’sgone?"saidHarryfrantically."Now?"
"ProfessorDumbledoreisaverygreatwizard,Potter,hehasmanydemandsonhistime—"
"Butthisisimportant."
"SomethingyouhavetosayismoreimportantthantheMinistryofMagic,Potter?"
"Look,"saidHarry,throwingcautiontothewinds,"Professor—it’sabouttheSorcerer’sStone—"
WhateverProfessorMcGonagallhadexpected,itwasn’tthat.Thebooksshewascarryingtumbledoutofherarms,butshedidn’tpickthemup.
"Howdoyouknow—?"shespluttered.
"Professor,Ithink—Iknow—thatSn—thatsomeone’sgoingtotryandstealtheStone.I’vegottotalktoProfessorDumbledore."
Sheeyedhimwithamixtureofshockandsuspicion.
