Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Vanishing Glass
Hehadalargepinkface,notmuchneck, small,wateryblueeyes, andthickblondhairthatlaysmoothlyonhisthick,fathead. AuntPetuniaoftensaidthatDudleylookedlikeababyangel —HarryoftensaidthatDudleylookedlikeapiginawig.
Harryputtheplatesofeggandbacononthetable, whichwasdifficultastherewasn’tmuchroom. Dudley,meanwhile,wascountinghispresents. Hisfacefell.
"Thirty-six,"hesaid,lookingupathismotherandfather. "That’stwolessthanlastyear."
"Darling,youhaven’tcountedAuntieMarge’spresent, see,it’shereunderthisbigonefromMummyandDaddy."
"Allright,thirty-seventhen,"saidDudley,goingredintheface. Harry,whocouldseeahugeDudleytantrumcomingon,beganwolfingdownhisbacon asfastaspossibleincaseDudleyturnedthetableover.
AuntPetuniaobviouslyscenteddanger,too,becauseshesaidquickly, "Andwe’llbuyyouanothertwopresentswhilewe’reouttoday. How’sthat,popkin? Twomorepresents.Isthatallright"
Dudleythoughtforamoment. Itlookedlikehardwork. Finallyhesaidslowly, "SoI’llhavethirty...thirty..."
"Thirty-nine,sweetums,"saidAuntPetunia.
"Oh."Dudleysatdownheavilyandgrabbedthenearestparcel. "Allrightthen."
