Гарри Поттер и Кубок огня

The Invitation

           Quickasaflash,whilehismotherwasoccupiedwiththekettle,DudleystoletherestofUncleVernon’sgrapefruit.

           Harryheardtalkingatthedoor,andsomeonelaughing,andUncleVernonansweringcurtly.Thenthefrontdoorclosed,andthesoundofrippingpapercamefromthehall.

           AuntPetuniasettheteapotdownonthetableandlookedcuriouslyaroundtoseewhereUncleVernonhadgotto.Shedidn’thavetowaitlongtofindout;afteraboutaminute,hewasback.Helookedlivid.

           "You,"hebarkedatHarry."Inthelivingroom.Now."

           Bewildered,wonderingwhatonearthhewassupposedtohavedonethistime,HarrygotupandfollowedUncleVernonoutofthekitchenandintothenextroom.UncleVernonclosedthedoorsharplybehindbothofthem.

           "So,"hesaid,marchingovertothefireplaceandturningtofaceHarryasthoughhewereabouttopronouncehimunderarrest."So."

           Harrywouldhavedearlylovedtohavesaid,"Sowhat?"buthedidn’tfeelthatUncleVernon’stempershouldbetestedthisearlyinthemorning,especiallywhenitwasalreadyunderseverestrainfromlackoffood.Hethereforesettledforlookingpolitelypuzzled.

           "Thisjustarrived,"saidUncleVernon.HebrandishedapieceofpurplewritingpaperatHarry."Aletter.Aboutyou."

           Harry’sconfusionincreased.WhowouldbewritingtoUncleVernonabouthim?Whodidheknowwhosentlettersbythepostman?

           UncleVernonglaredatHarry,thenlookeddownattheletterandbegantoreadaloud:

           DearMr.andMrs.

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