Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           "Hagrid!"saidHarry,shockedtoseeHagridshakingwithgriefandremorse,greattearsleakingdownintohisbeard."Hagrid,he’dhavefoundoutsomehow,thisisVoldemortwe’retalkingabout,he’dhavefoundoutevenifyouhadn’ttoldhim." 

           "Yehcould’vedied!"sobbedHagrid."An’don’saythename!" 

           "VOLDEMORT!"Harrybellowed,andHagridwassoshocked,hestoppedcrying."I’vemethimandI’mcallinghimbyhisname.Pleasecheerup,Hagrid,wesavedtheStone,it’sgone,hecan’tuseit.HaveaChocolateFrog,I’vegotloads..." 

           Hagridwipedhisnoseonthebackofhishandandsaid, "Thatremindsme.I’vegotyehapresent." 

           "It’snotastoatsandwich,isit?"saidHarryanxiously,andatlastHagridgaveaweakchuckle. 

           "Nah.Dumbledoregavemethedayoffyesterdayterfixit.’course,heshouldasackedmeinstead—anyway,gotyehthis..." 

           Itseemedtobeahandsome,leather-coveredbook.Harryopeneditcuriously.Itwasfullofwizardphotographs.Smilingandwavingathimfromeverypagewerehismotherandfather. 

           "Sentowlsoffterallyerparents’oldschoolfriends,askin’ferphotos...knewyehdidn’haveany...d’yehlikeit?" 

           Harrycouldn’tspeak,butHagridunderstood. 

           Harrymadehiswaydowntotheend-of-yearfeastalonethatnight.HehadbeenheldupbyMadamPomfrey’sfussingabout,insistingongivinghimonelastcheckup,sotheGreatHallwasalreadyfull.