Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Journey from Platform Nine and Three Quarters
Nowthethirdbrotherwaswalkingbrisklytowardthebarrierhewasalmostthere—andthen,quitesuddenly,hewasn’tanywhere.
Therewasnothingelseforit.
"Excuseme,"Harrysaidtotheplumpwoman.
"Hello,dear,"shesaid. "FirsttimeatHogwarts? Ron’snew,too."
Shepointedatthelastandyoungestofhersons. Hewastall,thin,andgangling,withfreckles,bighandsandfeet,andalongnose.
"Yes,"saidHarry. "Thethingis—thethingis,Idon’tknowhowto—"
"Howtogetontotheplatform? "shesaidkindly,andHarrynodded.
"Nottoworry,"shesaid. "Allyouhavetodoiswalkstraightatthebarrierbetweenplatformsnineandten. Don’tstopanddon’tbescaredyou’llcrashintoit,that’sveryimportant. Bestdoitatabitofarunifyou’renervous. Goon,gonowbeforeRon."
"Er—okay,"saidHarry.
Hepushedhistrolleyaroundandstaredatthebarrier. Itlookedverysolid.
Hestartedtowalktowardit. Peoplejostledhimontheirwaytoplatformsnineandten. Harrywalkedmorequickly. Hewasgoingtosmashrightintothatbarrierandthenhe’dbeintrouble —leaningforwardonhiscart,hebrokeintoaheavyrun —thebarrierwascomingnearerandnearer—hewouldn’tbeabletostop—thecartwasoutofcontrol—hewasafootaway—heclosedhiseyesreadyforthecrash—
