Гарри Поттер и философский камень
Through the Trapdoor
"Givemeaminute."
Hermionereadthepaperseveraltimes.Thenshewalkedupanddownthelineofbottles,mutteringtoherselfandpointingatthem.Atlast,sheclappedherhands.
"Gotit,"shesaid."Thesmallestbottlewillgetusthroughtheblackfire—towardtheStone."
Harrylookedatthetinybottle.
"There’sonlyenoughthereforoneofus,"hesaid."That’shardlyoneswallow."
Theylookedateachother.
"Whichonewillgetyoubackthroughthepurpleflames?"
Hermionepointedataroundedbottleattherightendoftheline.
"Youdrinkthat,"saidHarry."No,listen,getbackandgetRon.Grabbroomsfromtheflying-keyroom,they’llgetyououtofthetrapdoorandpastFluffy—gostraighttotheowleryandsendHedwigtoDumbledore,weneedhim. ImightbeabletoholdSnapeoffforawhile,butI’mnomatchforhim,really."
"ButHarry—whatifYou-Know-Who’swithhim?"
"Well—Iwasluckyonce,wasn’tI?"saidHarry,pointingathisscar."Imightgetluckyagain."
Hermione’sliptrembled,andshesuddenlydashedatHarryandthrewherarmsaroundhim.
"Hermione!"
