Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Theywereinanarrowstonepassagewaylitwithflamingtorches. Itslopedsteeplydownwardandtherewerelittlerailwaytracksonthefloor. Griphookwhistledandasmallcartcamehurtlingupthetrackstowardthem. Theyclimbedin—Hagridwithsomedifficulty—andwereoff. 

           Atfirsttheyjusthurtledthroughamazeoftwistingpassages. Harrytriedtoremember, left,right,right,left,middlefork,right,left,butitwasimpossible. Therattlingcartseemedtoknowitsownway,becauseGriphookwasn’tsteering. 

           Harry’seyesstungasthecoldairrushedpastthem,buthekeptthemwideopen. Once,hethoughthesawaburstoffireattheendofapassageandtwistedaroundtoseeifitwasadragon,buttoolate —theyplungedevendeeper,passinganundergroundlakewherehugestalactitesandstalagmitesgrewfromtheceilingandfloor. 

           "Ineverknow,"HarrycalledtoHagridoverthenoiseofthecart,"what’sthedifferencebetweenastalagmiteandastalactite?" 

           "Stalagmite’sgotan’m’init,"saidHagrid. "An’don’askmequestionsjustnow,IthinkI’mgonnabesick." 

           Hedidlookverygreen, andwhenthecartstoppedatlastbesideasmalldoorinthepassagewall,Hagridgotoutandhadtoleanagainstthewalltostophiskneesfromtrembling. 

           Griphookunlockedthedoor. Alotofgreensmokecamebillowingout,andasitcleared,Harrygasped. Insideweremoundsofgoldcoins. Columnsofsilver. HeapsoflittlebronzeKnuts.