Гарри Поттер и философский камень
Letters from No One
"Marge’sill," heinformedAuntPetunia. "Ateafunnywhelk..."
"Dad!"saidDudleysuddenly. "Dad,Harry’sgotsomething!"
Harrywasonthepointofunfoldinghisletter, whichwaswrittenonthesameheavyparchmentastheenvelope, whenitwasjerkedsharplyoutofhishandbyUncleVernon.
"That’smine!"saidHarry, tryingtosnatchitback.
"Who’dbewritingtoyou?" sneeredUncleVernon, shakingtheletteropenwithonehandandglancingatit. Hisfacewentfromredtogreenfaster thanasetoftrafficlights. Anditdidn’tstopthere. Withinsecondsitwasthegrayishwhiteofoldporridge.
"P-P-Petunia!"hegasped.
Dudleytriedtograbthelettertoreadit, butUncleVernonheldithighoutofhisreach. AuntPetuniatookitcuriously andreadthefirstline. Foramomentitlookedasthoughshemightfaint. Sheclutchedherthroatandmadeachokingnoise.
"Vernon!Ohmygoodness—Vernon!"
Theystaredateachother,seemingtohaveforgottenthatHarryandDudleywerestillintheroom. Dudleywasn’tusedtobeingignored. HegavehisfatherasharptapontheheadwithhisSmeltingstick.
"Iwanttoreadthatletter," hesaidloudly.
"Iwanttoreadit," saidHarryfuriously, "asit’smine."
