Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Boy who lived
Hesupposedthiswassomestupidnewfashion. Hedrummedhisfingersonthesteeringwheel andhiseyesfellonahuddleoftheseweirdosstandingquitecloseby. Theywerewhisperingexcitedlytogether. Mr.Dursleywasenragedtosee thatacoupleofthemweren’tyoungatall; why,thatmanhadtobeolderthanhewas, andwearinganemerald-greencloak!Thenerveofhim! ButthenitstruckMr.Dursley thatthiswasprobablysomesillystunt —thesepeoplewereobviouslycollectingforsomething... yes,thatwouldbeit. Thetrafficmovedon andafewminuteslater,Mr.DursleyarrivedintheGrunningsparkinglot,hismindbackondrills.
Mr.Dursleyalwayssatwithhisbacktothewindowinhisofficeontheninthfloor. Ifhehadn’t,hemighthavefoundithardertoconcentrateondrillsthatmorning. Hedidn’tseetheowlsswoopingpastinbroaddaylight, thoughpeopledowninthestreetdid; theypointedandgazedopen-mouthed asowlafterowlspedoverhead. Mostofthemhadneverseenanowlevenatnighttime. Mr.Dursley,however,hadaperfectlynormal,owl-freemorning. Heyelledatfivedifferentpeople. Hemadeseveralimportanttelephonecalls andshoutedabitmore. Hewasinaverygoodmooduntillunchtime, whenhethoughthe’dstretchhislegsandwalkacrosstheroadtobuyhimselfabunfromthebakery.
He’dforgottenallaboutthepeopleincloaks untilhepassedagroupofthemnexttothebaker’s. Heeyedthemangrilyashepassed. Hedidn’tknowwhy,buttheymadehimuneasy. Thisbunchwerewhisperingexcitedly,too, andhecouldn’tseeasinglecollectingtin. Itwasonhiswaybackpastthem,clutchingalargedoughnutinabag, thathecaughtafewwordsofwhattheyweresaying.
