Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Justthen,thedoorbellrang —"Oh,goodLord,they’rehere!"saidAuntPetuniafrantically —andamomentlater,Dudley’sbestfriend,PiersPolkiss,walkedinwithhismother. Pierswasascrawnyboywithafacelikearat. Hewasusuallytheonewhoheldpeople’sarmsbehindtheirbackswhileDudleyhitthem. Dudleystoppedpretendingtocryatonce. 

           Halfanhourlater,Harry, whocouldn’tbelievehisluck, wassittinginthebackoftheDursleys’carwithPiersandDudley,onthewaytothezooforthefirsttimeinhislife. Hisauntandunclehadn’tbeenabletothinkofanythingelsetodowithhim, butbeforethey’dleft,UncleVernonhadtakenHarryaside. 

           "I’mwarningyou,"hehadsaid,puttinghislargepurplefacerightupclosetoHarry’s, "I’mwarningyounow,boy—anyfunnybusiness,anythingatall —andyou’llbeinthatcupboardfromnowuntilChristmas." 

           "I’mnotgoingtodoanything,"saidHarry, "honestly..." 

           ButUncleVernondidn’tbelievehim. Nooneeverdid. 

           Theproblemwas,strangethingsoftenhappenedaroundHarry anditwasjustnogoodtellingtheDursleyshedidn’tmakethemhappen. 

           Once,AuntPetunia,tiredofHarrycomingbackfromthebarbers lookingasthoughhehadn’tbeenatall, hadtakenapairofkitchenscissorsandcuthishairsoshorthewasalmostbaldexceptforhisbangs, whichsheleft"tohidethathorriblescar." DudleyhadlaughedhimselfsillyatHarry, whospentasleeplessnightimaginingschoolthenextday, wherehewasalreadylaughedatforhisbaggyclothesandtapedglasses.