1 Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone.pdf by Alan

Author:Alan [Alan]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2010-10-20T00:36:06.539000+00:00

DOWN THE

CHARMS CORRIDOR"

Ducking under Peeves, they ran for their lives, right to the end of the

corridor where they slammed into a door --and it was locked.

"This is it!" Ron moaned, as they pushed helplessly at the door, "We're

done for! This is the end!" They could hear footsteps, Filch running as

fast as he could toward Peeves's shouts.

"Oh, move over," Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harry's wand, tapped the

lock, and whispered, 'Alohomora!"

The lock clicked and the door swung open --they piled through it, shut

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it quickly, and pressed their ears against it, listening.

"Which way did they go, Peeves?" Filch was saying. "Quick, tell me."

"Say 'please."'

"Don't mess with me, Peeves, now where did they go?"

"Shan't say nothing if you don't say please," said Peeves in his

annoying singsong voice.

"All right -please."

"NOTHING! Ha haaa! Told you I wouldn't say nothing if you didn't say

please! Ha ha! Haaaaaa!" And they heard the sound of Peeves whooshing

away and Filch cursing in rage.

"He thinks this door is locked," Harry whispered. "I think we'll be okay

--get off, Neville!" For Neville had been tugging on the sleeve of

Harry's bathrobe for the last minute. "What?"

Harry turned around --and saw, quite clearly, what. For a moment, he

was sure he'd walked into a nightmare --this was too much, on top of

everything that had happened so far.

They weren't in a room, as he had supposed. They were in a corridor. The

forbidden corridor on the third floor. And now they knew why it was

forbidden.

They were looking straight into the eyes of a monstrous dog, a dog that

filled the whole space between ceiling and floor. It had three heads.

Three pairs of rolling, mad eyes; three noses, twitching

and quivering in their direction; three drooling mouths, saliva hanging

in slippery ropes from yellowish fangs.

It was standing quite still, all six eyes staring at them, and Harry

knew that the only reason they weren't already dead was that their

sudden appearance had taken it by surprise, but it was quickly getting

over that, there was no mistaking what those thunderous growls meant.

Harry groped for the doorknob --between Filch and death, he'd take

Filch.

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They fell backward --Harry slammed the door shut, and they ran, they

almost flew, back down the corridor. Filch must have hurried off to look

for them somewhere else, because they didn't see him anywhere, but they

hardly cared --all they wanted to do was put as much space as possible

between them and that monster. They didn't stop running until they

reached the portrait of the Fat Lady on the seventh floor.

"Where on earth have you all been?" she asked, looking at their

bathrobes hanging off their shoulders and their flushed, sweaty faces.

"Never mind that --pig snout, pig snout," panted Harry, and the

portrait swung forward. They scrambled into the common room and

collapsed, trembling, into armchairs.

It was a while before any of them said anything. Neville, indeed, looked

as if he'd never speak again.

"What do they think they're doing, keeping a thing like that locked up

in a school?" said Ron finally. "If any dog needs exercise, that one

does."

Hermione had got both her breath and her bad temper back again. "You

don't use your eyes, any of you, do you?" she snapped.

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