Гарри Поттер и философский камень
Letters from No One
Harrylookedinthebowlagain.
"Oh,"hesaid, "Ididn’trealizeithadtobesowet."
"Don’tbestupid,"snappedAuntPetunia. "I’mdyeingsomeofDudley’soldthingsgrayforyou. It’lllookjustlikeeveryoneelse’swhenI’vefinished."
Harryseriouslydoubtedthis, butthoughtitbestnottoargue. Hesatdownatthetableandtriednottothink abouthowhewasgoingtolookonhisfirstdayatStonewallHigh—likehewaswearingbitsofoldelephantskin,probably.
DudleyandUncleVernoncamein, bothwithwrinklednosesbecauseofthesmellfromHarry’snewuniform. UncleVernonopenedhisnewspaperasusualandDudleybangedhisSmeltingstick, whichhecarriedeverywhere,onthetable.
Theyheardtheclickofthemailslotandflopoflettersonthedoormat.
"Getthemail,Dudley," saidUncleVernonfrombehindhispaper.
"MakeHarrygetit."
"Getthemail,Harry."
"MakeDudleygetit."
"PokehimwithyourSmeltingstick,Dudley."
HarrydodgedtheSmeltingstickandwenttogetthemail. Threethingslayonthedoormat: apostcardfromUncleVernon’ssisterMarge, whowasvacationingontheIsleofWight, abrownenvelopethatlookedlikeabill, and—aletterforHarry.
