Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Vanishing Glass
Thismorning,itwasmotorcycles.
"...roaringalonglikemaniacs,theyounghoodlums,"hesaid, asamotorcycleovertookthem.
"Ihadadreamaboutamotorcycle," saidHarry,rememberingsuddenly."Itwasflying."
UncleVernonnearlycrashedintothecarinfront. HeturnedrightaroundinhisseatandyelledatHarry,hisfacelikeagiganticbeetwithamustache: "MOTORCYCLESDON’TFLY!"
DudleyandPierssniggered.
"Iknowtheydon’t,"saidHarry. "Itwasonlyadream."
Buthewishedhehadn’tsaidanything. IftherewasonethingtheDursleyshatedevenmorethanhisaskingquestions, itwashistalkingaboutanythingactinginawayitshouldn’t, nomatterifitwasinadreamorevenacartoon —theyseemedtothinkhemightgetdangerousideas.
ItwasaverysunnySaturday andthezoowascrowdedwithfamilies. TheDursleysboughtDudleyandPierslargechocolateicecreamsattheentrance andthen,becausethesmilingladyinthevanhadaskedHarrywhathewanted beforetheycouldhurryhimaway, theyboughthimacheaplemonicepop. Itwasn’tbad,either,Harrythought, lickingitastheywatchedagorillascratchingitshead wholookedremarkablylikeDudley,exceptthatitwasn’tblond.
Harryhadthebestmorninghe’dhadinalongtime.
