Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
The Worst Birthday
"Howabout-’Wehadtowriteanessayaboutourheroatschool,Mr.Mason,andIwroteaboutyou.’"
ThiswastoomuchforbothAuntPetuniaandHarry.AuntPetuniaburstintotearsandhuggedherson,whileHarryduckedunderthetablesotheywouldn’tseehimlaughing.
"Andyou,boy?"
Harryfoughttokeephisfacestraightasheemerged.
"I’llbeinmyroom,makingnonoiseandpretendingI’mnotthere,"hesaid.
"Tooright,youwill."saidUncleVernonforcefully."TheMasonsdon’tknowanythingaboutyouandit’sgoingtostaythatway.Whendinner’sover,youtakeMrs.Masonbacktotheloungeforcoffee,Petunia,andI’llbringthesubjectaroundtodrills. Withanyluck,I’llhavethedealsignedandsealedbeforethenewsatten.beshoppingforavacationhomeinMajorcathistimetomorrow."
Harrycouldn’tfeeltooexcitedaboutthis.Hedidn’tthinktheDursleyswouldlikehimanybetterinMajorcathantheydidonPrivetDrive.
"Right-I’moffintotowntopickupthedinnerjacketsforDudleyandme.Andyou,"hesnarledatHarry."Youstayoutofyouraunt’swaywhileshe’scleaning."
Harryleftthroughthebackdoor.Itwasabrilliant,sunnyday.Hecrossedthelawn,slumpeddownonthegardenbench,andsangunderhisbreath:
"Happybirthdaytome...happybirthdaytome..."
