Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Boy who lived
Nooneknowswhy,orhow, butthey’resayingthatwhenhecouldn’tkillHarryPotter, Voldemort’spowersomehowbroke—andthat’swhyhe’sgone."
Dumbledorenoddedglumly.
"It’s—it’strue?"falteredProfessorMcGonagall. "Afterallhe’sdone... allthepeoplehe’skilled... hecouldn’tkillalittleboy? It’sjustastounding...ofallthethingstostophim... buthowinthenameofheavendidHarrysurvive?"
"Wecanonlyguess,"saidDumbledore. "Wemayneverknow."
ProfessorMcGonagallpulledoutalacehandkerchief anddabbedathereyesbeneathherspectacles. Dumbledoregaveagreatsniff ashetookagoldenwatchfromhispocketandexaminedit. Itwasaveryoddwatch. Ithadtwelvehandsbutnonumbers; instead,littleplanetsweremovingaroundtheedge. ItmusthavemadesensetoDumbledore,though, becauseheputitbackinhispocketandsaid, "Hagrid’slate. IsupposeitwashewhotoldyouI’dbehere,bytheway?"
"Yes,"saidProfessorMcGonagall. "AndIdon’tsupposeyou’regoingtotellmewhyyou’rehere,ofallplaces?"
"I’vecometobringHarrytohisauntanduncle. They’retheonlyfamilyhehasleftnow."
"Youdon’tmean—youcan’tmeanthepeoplewholivehere?" criedProfessorMcGonagall, jumpingtoherfeetandpointingatnumberfour. "Dumbledore—youcan’t. I’vebeenwatchingthemallday. Youcouldn’tfindtwopeoplewhoarelesslikeus.
