Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Man with Two Faces
AndQuirrell,thoughpinningHarrytothegroundwithhisknees,letgoofhisneckandstared,bewildered,athisownpalms—Harrycouldseetheylookedburned,raw,red,andshiny.
"Thenkillhim,fool,andbedone!"screechedVoldemort.
Quirrellraisedhishandtoperformadeadlycurse,butHarry,byinstinct,reachedupandgrabbedQuirrell’sface—
"AAAARGH!"
Quirrellrolledoffhim,hisfaceblistering,too,andthenHarryknew:Quirrellcouldn’ttouchhisbareskin,notwithoutsufferingterriblepain—hisonlychancewastokeepholdofQuirrell,keephiminenoughpaintostophimfromdoingacurse.
Harryjumpedtohisfeet,caughtQuirrellbythearm,andhungonastightashecould.QuirrellscreamedandtriedtothrowHarryoff—thepaininHarry’sheadwasbuilding—hecouldn’tsee—hecouldonlyhearQuirrell’sterribleshrieksandVoldemort’syellsof,"KILLHIM!KILLHIM!"andothervoices,maybeinHarry’sownhead,crying,"Harry!Harry!"
HefeltQuirrell’sarmwrenchedfromhisgrasp,knewallwaslost,andfellintoblackness,down...down...down...
Somethinggoldwasglintingjustabovehim.TheSnitch!Hetriedtocatchit,buthisarmsweretooheavy.
Heblinked.Itwasn’ttheSnitchatall.Itwasapairofglasses.Howstrange.
Heblinkedagain.ThesmilingfaceofAlbusDumbledoreswamintoviewabovehim.
