-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джоан Роулинг
-
- Гарри Поттер и философский камень
-
- Стр. 295/311
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
Harry
Potter
...
"
it
whispered
.
Harry
tried
to
take
a
step
backward
but
his
legs
would
n't
move
.
"
See
what
I
have
become
?
"
the
face
said
.
"
Mere
shadow
and
vapor
...
I
have
form
only
when
I
can
share
another
's
body
...
but
there
have
always
been
those
willing
to
let
me
into
their
hearts
and
minds
...
Unicorn
blood
has
strengthened
me
,
these
past
weeks
...
you
saw
faithful
Quirrell
drinking
it
for
me
in
the
forest
...
and
once
I
have
the
Elixir
of
Life
,
I
will
be
able
to
create
a
body
of
my
own
...
Now
...
why
do
n't
you
give
me
that
Stone
in
your
pocket
?
"
So
he
knew
.
The
feeling
suddenly
surged
back
into
Harry
's
legs
.
He
stumbled
backward
.
"
Do
n't
be
a
fool
,
"
snarled
the
face
.
"
Better
save
your
own
life
and
join
me
...
or
you
'll
meet
the
same
end
as
your
parents
...
They
died
begging
me
for
mercy
...
"
"
LIAR
!
"
Harry
shouted
suddenly
.
Quirrell
was
walking
backward
at
him
,
so
that
Voldemort
could
still
see
him
.
The
evil
face
was
now
smiling
.
"
How
touching
...
"
it
hissed
.
"
I
always
value
bravery
...
Yes
,
boy
,
your
parents
were
brave
...
I
killed
your
father
first
;
and
he
put
up
a
courageous
fight
...
but
your
mother
need
n't
have
died
...
she
was
trying
to
protect
you
...
Now
give
me
the
Stone
,
unless
you
want
her
to
have
died
in
vain
.
"
"
NEVER
!
"
Harry
sprang
toward
the
flame
door
,
but
Voldemort
screamed
"
SEIZE
HIM
!
"
and
the
next
second
,
Harry
felt
Quirrell
's
hand
close
on
his
wrist
.
At
once
,
a
needle-sharp
pain
seared
across
Harry
's
scar
;
his
head
felt
as
though
it
was
about
to
split
in
two
;
he
yelled
,
struggling
with
all
his
might
,
and
to
his
surprise
,
Quirrell
let
go
of
him
.
The
pain
in
his
head
lessened
--
he
looked
around
wildly
to
see
where
Quirrell
had
gone
,
and
saw
him
hunched
in
pain
,
looking
at
his
fingers
--
they
were
blistering
before
his
eyes
.
