Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Journey from Platform Nine and Three Quarters
Itdidn’tcome...hekeptonrunning...heopenedhiseyes. Ascarletsteamenginewaswaitingnexttoaplatformpackedwithpeople. AsignoverheadsaidHogwarts’Express,eleveno’clock. Harrylookedbehindhimandsawawrought-ironarchwaywherethebarrierhadbeen,withthewords PlatformNineandThree-Quartersonit,Hehaddoneit.
Smokefromtheenginedriftedovertheheadsofthechatteringcrowd,whilecatsofeverycolorwoundhereandtherebetweentheirlegs. Owlshootedtooneanotherinadisgruntledsortofwayoverthebabbleandthescrapingofheavytrunks.
Thefirstfewcarriageswerealreadypackedwithstudents, somehangingoutofthewindowtotalktotheirfamilies,somefightingoverseats. Harrypushedhiscartoffdowntheplatforminsearchofanemptyseat. Hepassedaround-facedboywhowassaying,"Gran,I’velostmytoadagain."
"Oh,Neville,"heheardtheoldwomansigh.
Aboywithdreadlockswassurroundedbyasmallcrowd.
"Giveusalook,Lee,goon."
Theboyliftedthelidofaboxinhisarms,andthepeoplearoundhimshriekedandyelled assomethinginsidepokedoutalong,hairyleg.
Harrypressedonthroughthecrowduntilhefoundanemptycompartmentneartheendofthetrain. HeputHedwiginsidefirstandthenstartedtoshoveandheavehistrunktowardthetraindoor. Hetriedtoliftitupthestepsbutcouldhardlyraiseoneendandtwicehedroppeditpainfullyonhisfoot.
