Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Man with Two Faces
Thehighvoicespokeagain.
"Letmespeaktohim...face-to-face..."
"Master,youarenotstrongenough!"
"Ihavestrengthenough...forthis..."
HarryfeltasifDevil’sSnarewasrootinghimtothespot. Hecouldn’tmoveamuscle. Petrified,hewatchedasQuirrellreachedupandbegantounwraphisturban. Whatwasgoingon? Theturbanfellaway. Quirrell’sheadlookedstrangelysmallwithoutit. Thenheturnedslowlyonthespot.
Harrywouldhavescreamed,buthecouldn’tmakeasound. WherethereshouldhavebeenabacktoQuirrell’shead,therewasaface,themostterriblefaceHarryhadeverseen. Itwaschalkwhitewithglaringredeyesandslitsfornostrils,likeasnake.
"HarryPotter..."itwhispered.
Harrytriedtotakeastepbackwardbuthislegswouldn’tmove.
"SeewhatIhavebecome? "thefacesaid. "Mereshadowandvapor...IhaveformonlywhenIcanshareanother’sbody...buttherehavealwaysbeenthosewillingtoletmeintotheirheartsandminds...Unicornbloodhasstrengthenedme,thesepastweeks...yousawfaithfulQuirrelldrinkingitformeintheforest...andonceIhavetheElixirofLife,Iwillbeabletocreateabodyofmyown...Now...whydon’tyougivemethatStoneinyourpocket?"
Soheknew. ThefeelingsuddenlysurgedbackintoHarry’slegs. Hestumbledbackward.
