Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Vanishing Glass
Hisauntwasbackoutsidethedoor.
"Areyouupyet?"shedemanded.
"Nearly,"saidHarry.
"Well,getamoveon, Iwantyoutolookafterthebacon. Anddon’tyoudareletitburn, IwanteverythingperfectonDuddy’sbirthday."
Harrygroaned.
"Whatdidyousay?" hisauntsnappedthroughthedoor.
"Nothing,nothing..."
Dudley’sbirthday—howcouldhehaveforgotten? Harrygotslowlyoutofbedandstartedlookingforsocks. Hefoundapairunderhisbedand,afterpullingaspideroffoneofthem,putthemon. Harrywasusedtospiders,becausethecupboardunderthestairswasfullofthem, andthatwaswhereheslept.
Whenhewasdressedhewentdownthehallintothekitchen. ThetablewasalmosthiddenbeneathallDudley’sbirthdaypresents. ItlookedasthoughDudleyhadgottenthenewcomputerhewanted, nottomentionthesecondtelevisionandtheracingbike. ExactlywhyDudleywantedaracingbikewasamysterytoHarry, asDudleywasveryfatandhatedexercise—unlessofcourseitinvolvedpunchingsomebody. Dudley’sfavoritepunchingbagwasHarry, buthecouldn’toftencatchhim. Harrydidn’tlookit,buthewasveryfast.
