Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Journey from Platform Nine and Three Quarters
"—packedwithMuggles,ofcourse—"
Harryswunground. Thespeakerwasaplumpwomanwhowastalkingtofourboys,allwithflamingredhair. EachofthemwaspushingatrunklikeHarry’sinfrontofhim—andtheyhadanowl.
Hearthammering,Harrypushedhiscartafterthem. Theystoppedandsodidhe,justnearenoughtohearwhattheyweresaying.
"Now,what’stheplatformnumber? "saidtheboys’mother.
"Nineandthree-quarters! "pipedasmallgirl,alsored-headed,whowasholdingherhand, "Mom,can’tIgo..."
"You’renotoldenough,Ginny,nowbequiet. Allright,Percy,yougofirst."
Whatlookedliketheoldestboymarchedtowardplatformsnineandten. Harrywatched,carefulnottoblinkincasehemissedit —butjustastheboyreachedthedividingbarrierbetweenthetwoplatforms,alargecrowdoftouristscameswarminginfrontofhimandbythetimethelastbackpackhadclearedaway,theboyhadvanished.
"Fred,younext,"theplumpwomansaid.
"I’mnotFred,I’mGeorge,"saidtheboy. "Honestly,woman,youcallyourselfourmother? Can’tyoutellI’mGeorge?"
"Sorry,George,dear."
"Onlyjoking,IamFred,"saidtheboy,andoffhewent. Histwincalledafterhimtohurryup, andhemusthavedoneso,becauseasecondlater,hehadgone—buthowhadhedoneit?
