Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Hesatbackdown. Everybodyclappedandcheered. Harrydidn’tknowwhethertolaughornot. 

           "Ishe—abitmad? "heaskedPercyuncertainly. 

           "Mad? "saidPercyairily. "He’sagenius! Bestwizardintheworld! Butheisabitmad,yes. Potatoes,Harry?" 

           Harry’smouthfellopen. Thedishesinfrontofhimwerenowpiledwithfood. Hehadneverseensomanythingshelikedtoeatononetable: roastbeef,roastchicken,porkchopsandlambchops,sausages,baconandsteak,boiledpotatoes,roastpotatoes,fries,Yorkshirepudding,peas,carrots,gravy,ketchup,and,forsomestrangereason,pepperminthumbugs. 

           TheDursleyshadneverexactlystarvedHarry,buthe’dneverbeenallowedtoeatasmuchasheliked. DudleyhadalwaystakenanythingthatHarryreallywanted,evenifItmadehimsick. Harrypiledhisplatewithabitofeverythingexceptthepeppermintsandbegantoeat. Itwasalldelicious. 

           "Thatdoeslookgood,"saidtheghostintheruffsadly,watchingHarrycutuphissteak. 

           "Can’tyou—?" 

           "Ihaven’teatenfornearlyfivehundredyears,"saidtheghost. "Idon’tneedto,ofcourse,butonedoesmissit. Idon’tthinkI’veintroducedmyself? SirNicholasdeMimsy-Porpingtonatyourservice. ResidentghostofGryffindorTower." 

           "Iknowwhoyouare! "saidRonsuddenly. "Mybrotherstoldmeaboutyou—you’reNearlyHeadlessNick!"