Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Burrow
Fredlaughed."Yeah,Dad’scrazyabouteverythingtodowithMuggles;ourshed’sfullofMugglestuff. Hetakesitapart,putsspellsonit,andputsitbacktogetheragain.Ifheraidedourhousehe’dhavetoputhimselfunderarrest.ItdrivesMummad."
"That’sthemainroad,"saidGeorge,peeringdownthroughthewindshield."We’llbethereintenminutes...Justaswell,it’sgettinglight..."
Afaintpinkishglowwasvisiblealongthehorizontotheeast.
Fredbroughtthecarlower,andHarrysawadarkpatchworkoffieldsandclumpsoftrees.
"We’realittlewayoutsidethevillage,"saidGeorge."OtterySt.Catchpole."
Lowerandlowerwenttheflyingcar.Theedgeofabrilliantredsunwasnowgleamingthroughthetrees.
"Touchdown!"saidFredas,withaslightbump,theyhittheground.Theyhadlandednexttoatumbledowngarageinasmallyard,andHarrylookedoutforthefirsttimeatRon’shouse.
Itlookedasthoughithadoncebeenalargestonepigpen,butextraroomshadbeenaddedhereandthereuntilitwasseveralstorieshighandsocrookeditlookedasthoughitwereheldupbymagic(whichHarryremindedhimself,itprobablywas). Fourorfivechimneyswereperchedontopoftheredroof.Alopsidedsignstuckinthegroundneartheentranceread,THEBURROW. Aroundthefrontdoorlayajumbleofrubberbootsandaveryrustycauldron.Severalfatbrownchickenswerepeckingtheirwayaroundtheyard.
