Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           "Harry—you’reagreatwizard,youknow." 

           "I’mnotasgoodasyou,"saidHarry,veryembarrassed,assheletgoofhim. 

           "Me!"saidHermione."Books!Andcleverness!Therearemoreimportantthings—friendshipandbraveryand—ohHarry—becareful!" 

           "Youdrinkfirst,"saidHarry."Youaresurewhichiswhich,aren’tyou?" 

           "Positive,"saidHermione.Shetookalongdrinkfromtheroundbottleattheend,andshuddered. 

           "It’snotpoison?"saidHarryanxiously. 

           "No—butit’slikeice." 

           "Quick,go,beforeitwearsoff." 

           "Goodluck—takecare." 

           "GO!" 

           Hermioneturnedandwalkedstraightthroughthepurplefire. 

           Harrytookadeepbreathandpickedupthesmallestbottle.Heturnedtofacetheblackflames. 

           "HereIcome,"hesaid,andhedrainedthelittlebottleinonegulp. 

           Itwasindeedasthoughicewasfloodinghisbody.Heputthebottledownandwalkedforward;hebracedhimself,sawtheblackflameslickinghisbody,butcouldn’tfeelthem—foramomenthecouldseenothingbutdarkfire—thenhewasontheotherside,inthelastchamber.