Гарри Поттер и философский камень
Through the Trapdoor
Theylandedquickly,andHarryrantothedoor,thekeystrugglinginhishand. Herammeditintothelockandturned-itworked. Themomentthelockhadclickedopen,thekeytookflightagain,lookingverybatterednowthatithadbeencaughttwice.
"Ready? "Harryaskedtheothertwo,hishandonthedoorhandle. Theynodded. Hepulledthedooropen.
Thenextchamberwassodarktheycouldn’tseeanythingatall. Butastheysteppedintoit,lightsuddenlyfloodedtheroomtorevealanastonishingsight.
Theywerestandingontheedgeofahugechessboard,behindtheblackchessmen,whichwerealltallerthantheywereandcarvedfromwhatlookedlikeblackstone. Facingthem,wayacrossthechamber,werethewhitepieces. Harry,RonandHermioneshiveredslightly-thetoweringwhitechessmenhadnofaces.
"Nowwhatdowedo? "Harrywhispered.
"It’sobvious,isn’tit?"saidRon. "We’vegottoplayourwayacrosstheroom."
Behindthewhitepiecestheycouldseeanotherdoor.
"How? "saidHermionenervously.
"Ithink,"saidRon,"we’regoingtohavetobechessmen."
Hewalkeduptoablackknightandputhishandouttotouchtheknight’shorse. Atonce,thestonesprangtolife. ThehorsepawedthegroundandtheknightturnedhishelmetedheadtolookdownatRon.
