Ron-Weasly book 1. V2

Harry rubbed his scar thoughtfully, as if trying to wrap his head around it:

"So the ring is for seeing, and the blade is for defending or attacking?"

We entered a dark corridor.

"Yeah," I nodded. "And he also said that if you touch it incorrectly, you can fall into a trap yourself. So it's not "just an ornament," as Mom thought when she saw it."

Hermione thought for a moment, then tilted her head slightly:

"So this is an alternative way of doing magic." She pursed her lips a little, but excitement flashed in her eyes. "We'll have to ask Bill. In detail. With examples."

I rolled my eyes, but without anger:

"I'll write you the address. You'll take an owl from the owlery and write. Only he might not answer, he's a busy magician."

Harry chuckled softly:

"Okay, let's get away from Filch first, let's keep his voice down. And then we'll figure out which is cooler — a wand or a ring."

"Where did they go, Peeves?" Filch's voice reached us. "Come on, I'm waiting."

"Say `please.'"

"Don't piss me off, Peeves! So, where did they run to?"

"Please tell me first, or I don't know anything," persisted Peeves.

Filch was clearly annoyed by his monotonous voice.

"Well, okay, please!"

"I DON'T KNOW! I don't know anything!" Peeves shouted happily.

"Ha ha ha! I warned you: you should have said "please" before. Ha ha! Ha ha ha!"

"He thinks this door is locked," Harry whispered. "I hope we get out, but fuck off, Neville!"

Neville had been tugging at Harry's sleeve for a minute or two now.

"What do you want?" Harry said with displeasure, turning to him.

As soon as we turned around, we immediately saw this very "what". At first, I thought I was just imagining it-after everything I've been through today, it would just be too much. However, what I saw was a reality, and a nightmarish one at that.

I was wrong when I assumed that this door leads to another room. We were not in a room, but in a forbidden corridor on the third floor. And now I understood why the students were strictly forbidden to enter this corridor.

A giant dog stared into our eyes, filling the entire hallway from floor to ceiling. It had three heads, three pairs of rolling, mad eyes, three noses twitching nervously and sniffing at uninvited guests, three open slobbery mouths with yellow fangs, from which drool hung in ropes.

For now, the dog remained relatively calm and only sniffed at us, staring at us with all six eyes. The only reason we're still alive is because our sudden appearance took the dog by surprise. He was probably sleeping at the back of the hallway. But it seemed that the dog was already beginning to realize what had happened. This was evidenced by a low growl, reminiscent of distant thunderclaps, escaping from three mouths. We need to get out of here. Filch and expulsion are better than death.

Harry grabbed the door handle.

In the blink of an eye, we were out the door, slamming it behind us, and running so fast that it looked like we were flying. Before escaping, I turned around and threw a locking spell at the door. Filch was no longer in the hallway. He probably left here to look for us somewhere else. But his absence didn't make us happy or sad-we didn't care right now. All we wanted was to get as far away from this monster as possible. We didn't stop until we were on the seventh floor by the portrait of a Fat Lady. Fortunately, she has already returned.

"Where have you been?" she asked us, looking at our flushed, sweaty faces.

"It doesn't matter," gasped Harry, panting, "nose, pig's nose!"

The portrait slid aside, and we made our way through a hole in the wall into the Common living room and collapsed wearily into armchairs, trembling from the long run and everything we had experienced.

It took a long time before one of us broke the silence. Neville looked like he'd never talk again.

"What do they think?" I was the first to find my voice. It's necessary to think of something like this — to keep this dog at school. This creature clearly needs to exercise, not stay locked up. And Cerberus live in the area of the magical world adjacent to Greece. He's too cold here.

Hermione came to her senses too, and her bad mood immediately returned.

"Why do you need eyes, I'd like to know?" She asked with displeasure. "Didn't you see what that dog was standing on?"

"On the floor," Harry guessed. "Although actually I didn't look at his paws — I had enough heads."

"No, he wasn't standing on the floor, but on the hatch. It's clear to a fool that he's guarding something there."

Did she have time to look at what the dog was standing on? Hermione stood up, giving us an indignant look.

"I hope you're pleased with yourself," she said sharply. "We could all have been killed... or, even worse, expel from school. Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to bed."

I watched her go with my mouth open.

"No, we don't mind," I managed when Hermione was gone. "You'd think someone had invited her to come with them..."

Chapter 8.1 the new broom