Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Man with Two Faces
Quirrellsnappedhisfingers. RopessprangoutofthinairandwrappedthemselvestightlyaroundHarry.
"You’retoonosytolive,Potter. ScurryingaroundtheschoolonHalloweenlikethat,forallIknewyou’dseenmecomingtolookatwhatwasguardingtheStone."
"Youletthetrollin?"
"Certainly. Ihaveaspecialgiftwithtrolls—youmusthaveseenwhatIdidtotheoneinthechamberbackthere? Unfortunately,whileeveryoneelsewasrunningaroundlookingforit,Snape,whoalreadysuspectedme,wentstraighttothethirdfloortoheadmeoff —andnotonlydidmytrollfailtobeatyoutodeath,thatthree-headeddogdidn’tevenmanagetobiteSnape’slegoffproperly.
"Now,waitquietly,Potter. Ineedtoexaminethisinterestingmirror."
ItwasonlythenthatHarryrealizedwhatwasstandingbehindQuirrell. ItwastheMirrorofErised.
"ThismirroristhekeytofindingtheStone,"Quirrellmurmured,tappinghiswayaroundtheframe. "TrustDumbledoretocomeupwithsomethinglikethis...buthe’sinLondon...I’llbefarawaybythetimehegetsback..."
AllHarrycouldthinkofdoingwastokeepQuirrelltalkingandstophimfromconcentratingonthemirror.
"IsawyouandSnapeintheforest—"heblurtedout.
"Yes,"saidQuirrellidly,walkingaroundthemirrortolookattheback. "Hewasontomebythattime,tryingtofindouthowfarI’dgot. Hesuspectedmeallalong. Triedtofrightenme—asthoughhecould,whenIhadLordVoldemortonmyside..."
