Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Vanishing Glass
UncleVernonchuckled.
"Littletykewantshismoney’sworth, justlikehisfather. ’Attaboy,Dudley!" HeruffledDudley’shair.
Atthatmomentthetelephonerang andAuntPetuniawenttoansweritwhileHarryandUncleVernonwatchedDudleyunwraptheracingbike, avideocamera,aremotecontrolairplane, sixteennewcomputergames,andaVCR. Hewasrippingthepaperoffagoldwristwatch whenAuntPetuniacamebackfromthetelephonelookingbothangryandworried.
"Badnews,Vernon,"shesaid. "Mrs.Figg’sbrokenherleg.Shecan’ttakehim." ShejerkedherheadinHarry’sdirection.
Dudley’smouthfellopeninhorror,butHarry’sheartgavealeap. EveryyearonDudley’sbirthday, hisparentstookhimandafriendoutfortheday,toadventureparks,hamburgerrestaurants,orthemovies. Everyyear,HarrywasleftbehindwithMrs.Figg, amadoldladywholivedtwostreetsaway. Harryhateditthere. Thewholehousesmelledofcabbage andMrs.Figgmadehimlookatphotographsofallthecatsshe’deverowned.
"Nowwhat?"saidAuntPetunia,lookingfuriouslyatHarry asthoughhe’dplannedthis. HarryknewheoughttofeelsorrythatMrs.Figghadbrokenherleg, butitwasn’teasywhenheremindedhimself itwouldbeawholeyearbeforehehadtolookatTibbles,Snowy,Mr.Paws,andTuftyagain.
"WecouldphoneMarge,"UncleVernonsuggested.
"Don’tbesilly,Vernon, shehatestheboy."
