Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           "Wantahand?"Itwasoneofthered-hairedtwinshe’dfollowedthroughthebarrier. 

           "Yes,please,"Harrypanted. 

           "Oy,Fred!C’mereandhelp!" 

           Withthetwins’help,Harry’strunkwasatlasttuckedawayinacornerofthecompartment. 

           "Thanks,"saidHarry,pushinghissweatyhairoutofhiseyes. 

           "What’sthat?"saidoneofthetwinssuddenly,pointingatHarry’slightningscar. 

           "Blimey,"saidtheothertwin."Areyou—?" 

           "Heis,"saidthefirsttwin."Aren’tyou?"headdedtoHarry. 

           "What?"saidHarry. 

           "HarryPotter."chorusedthetwins. 

           "Oh,him,"saidHarry."Imean,yes,Iam." 

           Thetwoboysgawkedathim,andHarryfelthimselfturningred. Then,tohisrelief,avoicecamefloatinginthroughthetrain’sopendoor. 

           "Fred?George?Areyouthere?" 

           "Coming,Mom." 

           WithalastlookatHarry,thetwinshoppedoffthetrain.