Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Worst Birthday
Dudleystumbledbackwardatonce,alookofpaniconhisfatface.
"Youc-can’t-Dadtoldyouyou’renottodom-magic-hesaidhe’llchuckyououtofthehouse-andyouhaven’tgotanywhereelsetogo-youhaven’tgotanyfriendstotakeyou—"
"Jiggerypokery!"saidHarryinafiercevoice."Hocuspocus-squigglywiggly-"
"MUUUUUUM!"howledDudley,trippingoverhisfeetashedashedbacktowardthehouse."MUUUUM!He’sdoingyouknowwhat!"
Harrypaiddearlyforhismomentoffun.AsneitherDudleynorthehedgewasinanywayhurt,AuntPetuniaknewhehadn’treallydonemagic,buthestillhadtoduckassheaimedaheavyblowathisheadwiththesoapyfryingpan.Thenshegavehimworktodo, withthepromisehewouldn’teatagainuntilhe’dfinished.
WhileDudleylolledaroundwatchingandeatingicecream,Harrycleanedthewindows,washedthecar,mowedthelawn,trimmedtheflowerbeds,prunedandwateredtheroses,andrepaintedthegardenbench.Thesunblazedoverhead,burningthebackofhisneck. Harryknewheshouldn’thaverisentoDudley’sbait,butDudleyhadsaidtheverythingHarryhadbeenthinkinghimself...maybehedidn’thaveanyfriendsatHogwarts...
WishtheycouldseefamousHarryPotternow,hethoughtsavagelyashespreadmanureontheflowerbeds,hisbackaching,sweatrunningdownhisface.
Itwashalfpastsevenintheeveningwhenatlast,exhausted,heheardAuntPetuniacallinghim.
