Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Harrywalkedtowardhim. 

           Imustlie,hethoughtdesperately.ImustlookandlieaboutwhatIsee,that’sall. 

           Quirrellmovedclosebehindhim.HarrybreathedinthefunnysmellthatseemedtocomefromQuirrell’sturban.Heclosedhiseyes,steppedinfrontofthemirror,andopenedthemagain. 

           Hesawhisreflection,paleandscared-lookingatfirst.Butamomentlater,thereflectionsmiledathim.Itputitshandintoitspocketandpulledoutablood-redstone. ItwinkedandputtheStonebackinitspocket—andasitdidso,Harryfeltsomethingheavydropintohisrealpocket.Somehow—incredibly—he’dgottentheStone. 

           "Well?"saidQuirrellimpatiently."Whatdoyousee?" 

           Harryscreweduphiscourage. 

           "IseemyselfshakinghandswithDumbledore,"heinvented."I—I’vewonthehousecupforGryffindor." 

           Quirrellcursedagain. 

           "Getoutoftheway,"hesaid. AsHarrymovedaside,hefelttheSorcerer’sStoneagainsthisleg.Darehemakeabreakforit? 

           Buthehadn’twalkedfivepacesbeforeahighvoicespoke,thoughQuirrellwasn’tmovinghislips. 

           "Helies...Helies..." 

           "Potter,comebackhere!"Quirrellshouted."Tellmethetruth!Whatdidyoujustsee?"