Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Boy who lived
Andthey’vegotthisson—Isawhimkickinghismotherallthewayupthestreet,screamingforsweets. HarryPottercomeandlivehere!"
"It’sthebestplaceforhim," saidDumbledorefirmly. "Hisauntandunclewillbeabletoexplaineverythingtohimwhenhe’solder. I’vewrittenthemaletter."
"Aletter?"repeatedProfessorMcGonagallfaintly, sittingbackdownonthewall. "Really,Dumbledore,youthinkyoucanexplainallthisinaletter? Thesepeoplewillneverunderstandhim! He’llbefamous—alegend —Iwouldn’tbesurprisediftodaywasknownasHarryPotterDayinthefuture —therewillbebookswrittenaboutHarry —everychildinourworldwillknowhisname!"
"Exactly,"saidDumbledore,lookingveryseriouslyoverthetopofhishalf-moonglasses. "Itwouldbeenoughtoturnanyboy’shead. Famousbeforehecanwalkandtalk! Famousforsomethinghewon’tevenremember! Can’tyouseehowmuchbetteroffhe’llbe,growingupawayfromallthat untilhe’sreadytotakeit?"
ProfessorMcGonagallopenedhermouth,changedhermind,swallowed,andthensaid, "Yes—yes,you’reright,ofcourse. Buthowistheboygettinghere,Dumbledore?" SheeyedhiscloaksuddenlyasthoughshethoughthemightbehidingHarryunderneathit.
"Hagrid’sbringinghim."
"Youthinkit—wise —totrustHagridwithsomethingasimportantasthis?"
