Гарри Поттер и философский камень
Through the Trapdoor
"Solightafire!"Harrychoked.
"Yes—ofcourse—butthere’snowood!"Hermionecried,wringingherhands.
"HAVEYOUGONEMAD?"Ronbellowed."AREYOUAWITCHORNOT?"
"Oh,right!"saidHermione,andshewhippedoutherwand,wavedit,mutteredsomething,andsentajetofthesamebluebellflamesshehadusedonSnapeattheplant. Inamatterofseconds,thetwoboysfeltitlooseningitsgripasitcringedawayfromthelightandwarmth.Wrigglingandflailing,itunraveleditselffromtheirbodies,andtheywereabletopullfree.
"LuckyyoupayattentioninHerbology,Hermione,"saidHarryashejoinedherbythewall,wipingsweatoffhisface.
"Yeah,"saidRon,"andluckyHarrydoesn’tlosehisheadinacrisis—’there’snowood,’honestly."
"Thisway,"saidHarry,pointingdownastonepassageway,whichwastheonlywayforward.
Alltheycouldhearapartfromtheirfootstepswasthegentledripofwatertricklingdownthewalls.Thepassagewayslopeddownward,andHarrywasremindedofGringotts. Withanunpleasantjoltoftheheart,herememberedthedragonssaidtobeguardingvaultsinthewizards’bank.Iftheymetadragon,afully-growndragon—Norberthadbeenbadenough...
"Canyouhearsomething?"Ronwhispered.
Harrylistened.Asoftrustlingandclinkingseemedtobecomingfromupahead.
