Гарри Поттер и философский камень
Through the Trapdoor
"Dunno,somesortofplantthing.Isupposeit’sheretobreakthefall.Comeon,Hermione!"
Thedistantmusicstopped.Therewasaloudbarkfromthedog,butHermionehadalreadyjumped.ShelandedonHarry’sotherside.
"Wemustbemilesundertheschool,"shesaid.
"Luckythisplantthing’shere,really,"saidRon.
"Lucky!"shriekedHermione."Lookatyouboth!"
Sheleaptupandstruggledtowardadampwall.Shehadtostrugglebecausethemomentshehadlanded,theplanthadstartedtotwistsnakeliketendrilsaroundherankles.AsforHarryandRon,theirlegshadalreadybeenboundtightlyinlongcreeperswithouttheirnoticing.
Hermionehadmanagedtofreeherselfbeforetheplantgotafirmgriponher.Nowshewatchedinhorrorasthetwoboysfoughttopulltheplantoffthem,butthemoretheystrainedagainstit,thetighterandfastertheplantwoundaroundthem.
"Stopmoving!"Hermioneorderedthem."Iknowwhatthisis—it’sDevil’sSnare!"
"Oh,I’msogladweknowwhatit’scalled,that’sagreathelp,"snarledRon,leaningback,tryingtostoptheplantfromcurlingaroundhisneck. "Shutup,I’mtryingtorememberhowtokillit!"saidHermione.
"Well,hurryup,Ican’tbreathe!"Harrygasped,wrestlingwithitasitcurledaroundhischest.
"Devil’sSnare,Devil’sSnare...whatdidProfessorSproutsay?—itlikesthedarkandthedamp."
