Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Journey from Platform Nine and Three Quarters
Shesatdown.Ronlookedtakenaback.
"Er—allright."
Heclearedhisthroat.
"Sunshine,daisies,buttermellow,
Turnthisstupid,fatratyellow."
Hewavedhiswand,butnothinghappened. Scabbersstayedgrayandfastasleep.
"Areyousurethat’sarealspell? "saidthegirl. "Well,it’snotverygood,isit? I’vetriedafewsimplespellsjustforpracticeandit’sallworkedforme. Nobodyinmyfamily’smagicatall,itwaseversuchasurprisewhenIgotmyletter, butIwaseversopleased,ofcourse,Imean,it’stheverybestschoolofwitchcraftthereis, I’veheard—I’velearnedallourcoursebooksbyheart,ofcourse,Ijusthopeitwillbeenough —I’mHermioneGranger,bytheway,whoareyou?"
Shesaidallthisveryfast.
HarrylookedatRon,andwasrelievedtoseebyhisstunnedfacethathehadn’tlearnedallthecoursebooksbyhearteither.
"I’mRonWeasley,"Ronmuttered.
"HarryPotter,"saidHarry.
"Areyoureally? "saidHermione. "Iknowallaboutyou,ofcourse —Igotafewextrabooks,forbackgroundreading,andyou’reinModernMagicalHistory andTheRiseandFalloftheDarkArtsandGreatWizardingEventsoftheTwentiethCentury."
