Гарри Поттер и философский камень
Through the Trapdoor
"Buttherearehundredsofthem!"
Ronexaminedthelockonthedoor.
"We’relookingforabig,old-fashionedone—probablysilver,likethehandle."
Theyeachseizedabroomstickandkickedoffintotheair,soaringintothemidstofthecloudofkeys. Theygrabbedandsnatched,butthebewitchedkeysdartedanddivedsoquicklyitwasalmostimpossibletocatchone.
Notfornothing,though,wasHarrytheyoungestSeekerinacentury. Hehadaknackforspottingthingsotherpeopledidn’t. Afteraminute’sweavingaboutthroughthewhirlofrainbowfeathers,henoticedalargesilverkeythathadabentwing,asifithadalreadybeencaughtandstuffedroughlyintothekeyhole.
"Thatone! "hecalledtotheothers. "Thatbigone—there—no,there—withbrightbluewings—thefeathersareallcrumpledononeside."
RonwentspeedinginthedirectionthatHarrywaspointing,crashedintotheceiling,andnearlyfelloffhisbroom.
"We’vegottocloseinonit! "Harrycalled,nottakinghiseyesoffthekeywiththedamagedwing. "Ron,youcomeatitfromabove—Hermione,staybelowandstopitfromgoingdownandI’lltryandcatchit. Right,NOW!"
Rondived,Hermionerocketedupward,thekeydodgedthemboth,andHarrystreakedafterit; itspedtowardthewall,Harryleanedforwardandwithanasty,crunchingnoise,pinneditagainstthestonewithonehand. RonandHermione’scheersechoedaroundthehighchamber.
