Гарри Поттер и философский камень
Through the Trapdoor
"Youwanttogofirst?Areyousure?"saidRon."Idon’tknowhowdeepthisthinggoes.GivetheflutetoHermionesoshecankeephimasleep."
Harryhandedthefluteover.Inthefewseconds’silence,thedoggrowledandtwitched,butthemomentHermionebegantoplay,itfellbackintoitsdeepsleep.
Harryclimbedoveritandlookeddownthroughthetrapdoor.Therewasnosignofthebottom.
Heloweredhimselfthroughtheholeuntilhewashangingonbyhisfingertips.ThenhelookedupatRonandsaid, "Ifanythinghappenstome,don’tfollow.GostraighttotheowleryandsendHedwigtoDumbledore,right?"
"Right,"saidRon.
"Seeyouinaminute,Ihope..."
AndHarryletgo.Cold,dampairrushedpasthimashefelldown,down,downand—
FLUMP.Withafunny,muffledsortofthumphelandedonsomethingsoft.Hesatupandfeltaround,hiseyesnotusedtothegloom.Itfeltasthoughhewassittingonsomesortofplant.
"It’sokay!"hecalleduptothelightthesizeofapostagestamp,whichwastheopentrapdoor,"it’sasoftlanding,youcanjump!"
Ronfollowedrightaway.Helanded,sprawlednexttoHarry.
"What’sthisstuff?"werehisfirstwords.
