Гарри Поттер и философский камень
Through the Trapdoor
"Bettergetthecloak,"Ronmuttered,asLeeJordanfinallyleft,stretchingandyawning. Harryranupstairstotheirdarkdormitory.HepulledoutthecloakandthenhiseyesfellonthefluteHagridhadgivenhimforChristmas.HepocketedittouseonFluffy—hedidn’tfeelmuchlikesinging.
Heranbackdowntothecommonroom.
"We’dbetterputthecloakonhere,andmakesureitcoversallthreeofus-ifFilchspotsoneofourfeetwanderingalongonitsown—"
"Whatareyoudoing?"saidavoicefromthecorneroftheroom.Nevilleappearedfrombehindanarmchair,clutchingTrevorthetoad,wholookedasthoughhe’dbeenmakinganotherbidforfreedom.
"Nothing,Neville,nothing,"saidHarry,hurriedlyputtingthecloakbehindhisback.
Nevillestaredattheirguiltyfaces.
"You’regoingoutagain,"hesaid.
"No,no,no,"saidHermione."No,we’renot.Whydon’tyougotobed,Neville?"
Harrylookedatthegrandfatherclockbythedoor.Theycouldn’taffordtowasteanymoretime,SnapemightevennowbeplayingFluffytosleep.
"Youcan’tgoout,"saidNeville,"you’llbecaughtagain.Gryffindorwillbeinevenmoretrouble."
"Youdon’tunderstand,"saidHarry,"thisisimportant."
ButNevillewasclearlysteelinghimselftodosomethingdesperate.
