Гарри Поттер и философский камень
Through the Trapdoor
"Doyouthinkit’saghost?"
"Idon’tknow...soundslikewingstome."
"There’slightahead—Icanseesomethingmoving."
Theyreachedtheendofthepassagewayandsawbeforethemabrilliantlylitchamber,itsceilingarchinghighabovethem.Itwasfullofsmall,jewel-brightbirds,flutteringandtumblingallaroundtheroom.Ontheoppositesideofthechamberwasaheavywoodendoor.
"Doyouthinkthey’llattackusifwecrosstheroom?"saidRon.
"Probably,"saidHarry."Theydon’tlookveryvicious,butIsupposeiftheyallswoopeddownatonce...well,there’snootherchoice...I’llrun."
Hetookadeepbreath,coveredhisfacewithhisarms,andsprintedacrosstheroom.Heexpectedtofeelsharpbeaksandclawstearingathimanysecond,butnothinghappened.Hereachedthedooruntouched.Hepulledthehandle,butitwaslocked.
Theothertwofollowedhim.Theytuggedandheavedatthedoor,butitwouldn’tbudge,notevenwhenHermionetriedherAlohomoracharm.
"Nowwhat?"saidRon.
"Thesebirds...theycan’tbeherejustfordecoration,"saidHermione.
Theywatchedthebirdssoaringoverhead,glittering—glittering?
"They’renotbirds!"Harrysaidsuddenly."They’rekeys!Wingedkeys—lookcarefully.Sothatmustmean..."helookedaroundthechamberwhiletheothertwosquintedupattheflockofkeys."...yes—look!Broomsticks!We’vegottocatchthekeytothedoor!"
