Textul A
Imi placea felul in care domnisoara invatatoare Zelda aseza un cuvant langa altul.Uneori punea un cuvant obisnuit ,de fiecare zi ,alaturi de alt cuvant care era si el destul de obisnuit ,si,dintr odata pentru ca se aflau alaturi doua cuvinte obisnuite care in mod normal nu stateau alaturi ,un fel de scanteie electrica tasnea intre ele si ma lasa fara suflare.
Eram ca un copil al cuvintelor .Un vorbitor fara ragaz,neobosit.Chiar inainte de a face ochi,dimineata incepusem o cuvantare care continua aproape fara intrerupere pana ce se stingea lumina seara si,mai departe,in somn.
Dar nu aveam pe nimeni care sa ma asculte.pentru ceilalti copii de varsta mea tot ce ziceam suna a pasareasca.Doar Zelda ,invatatoarea mea ,ma asculta.Nu ca o matusa amabila care ofera de mila,cu un aer obosit,o ureche cunoscatoare unui tanar turbat care isi iese brusc din fire in fata ei.Nu,ma asculta atent si serios ,ca si cum ar fi invatat de la mine lucruri care o incantau sau ii trezeau curiozitatea.
Mai mult,Zelda,invatatoarea mea ,imi facea onoarea de a mi atata cu blandete flacarile atunci cand voia sa vorbesc ,punand crengute pe rugul meu,dar cand se satura nu sovaia sa zica :
-E destul.Te rog sa nu mai vorbesti .
dar imi amintesc ce mi a spus despre poezii si sunete :nu despre sunetul vocilor de sus care glasuiesc in sufletul poetului ,ci despre diferitele sunete pe care le scot unele cuvinte:de exemplu , ,,fosnind" e un cuvant care sopteste , ,,strident"e un cuvant care tipa , cavantul ,,marait "are un sunet adanc ,gros,in vreme ce ,, ton " are un sunet delicat ,iar cuvantul ,,zgomot "este el insusi zgomotos.
De la ea am invatat ca exista unele cuvinte care trebuie sa fie inconjurate de tacere deplina ,ca sa aiba suficient spatiu ,ca atunci cand pui pe perete tablouri si sunt unele care nu suporta sa aiba vecini.

Textul B
Easily the most boring class was History of Magic,which was the only one taught by a ghost.Professor Binns had been very old indeed when he had fallen asleep in front of the staffroom fire and got up next morning to teach ,leaving his body behind him .
Professor McGonagall was again different.Harry had been quite right to think she wasn t a teacher to cross.Strict and clever ,she gave them a talking-to the moment they sat down in her first class.
"Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts",she said ."Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back.You have been warned .".
Then she changet her desk into a pig and back again.They were all very impressed and couldn t wait to get started,but soon realized they weren t going to be changing the furniture into animals for a long time.After taking a lot of complicated notes,they were each given a match and started trying to turn it into a needle.By the end of the lesson ,only Hermione Granger had made any difference to her match;Professor McGonagall showed the class how it had gone all silver and pointy and gave Hermione a rare smile.
The class everyone had really been looking forward to was Defense Againts the Dark Arts,but Quirrell s lessons turned out to be a bit of a joke.His classroom smelled strongly of garlic,which everyone said was to ward off a vampire he d met in Romania and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days.His turban,he told them,had been given to him by am African prince as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie ,but they weren t sure they believed this story.

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