Гарри Поттер и философский камень
Letters from No One
"I’mnothavingoneinthehouse,Petunia! Didn’tweswearwhenwetookhimin we’dstampoutthatdangerousnonsense?"
Thateveningwhenhegotbackfromwork, UncleVernondidsomething he’dneverdonebefore; hevisitedHarryinhiscupboard.
"Where’smyletter?"saidHarry, themomentUncleVernonhadsqueezedthroughthedoor. "Who’swritingtome?"
"Noone. Itwasaddressedtoyoubymistake," saidUncleVernonshortly. "Ihaveburnedit."
"Itwasnotamistake,"saidHarryangrily, "ithadmycupboardonit."
"SILENCE!"yelledUncleVernon, andacoupleofspidersfellfromtheceiling. Hetookafewdeepbreaths andthenforcedhisfaceintoasmile, whichlookedquitepainful.
"Er—yes,Harry—aboutthiscupboard. YourauntandIhavebeenthinking... you’rereallygettingabitbigforit... wethinkitmightbeniceifyoumovedintoDudley’ssecondbedroom.
"Why?"saidHarry.
"Don’taskquestions!"snappedhisuncle. "Takethisstuffupstairs,now."
TheDursleys’househadfourbedrooms: oneforUncleVernonandAuntPetunia, oneforvisitors (usuallyUncleVernon’ssister,Marge), onewhereDudleyslept, andonewhereDudleykeptallthetoysandthings thatwouldn’tfitintohisfirstbedroom. ItonlytookHarryonetripupstairstomoveeverythingheownedfromthecupboardtothisroom.
