Гарри Поттер и философский камень
Letters from No One
UncleVernonhadbeenlyingatthefootofthefrontdoorinasleepingbag, clearlymakingsurethatHarrydidn’tdoexactlywhathe’dbeentryingtodo. HeshoutedatHarryforabouthalfanhour andthentoldhimtogoandmakeacupoftea. Harryshuffledmiserablyoffintothekitchen andbythetimehegotback,themailhadarrived, rightintoUncleVernon’slap. Harrycouldseethreelettersaddressedingreenink.
"Iwant—"hebegan, butUncleVernonwastearingthelettersintopiecesbeforehiseyes.
UncleVernondidn’tgotoworkthatday. Hestayedathomeandnailedupthemailslot.
"See,"heexplainedtoAuntPetuniathroughamouthfulofnails, "iftheycan’tdeliverthem they’lljustgiveup."
"I’mnotsurethat’llwork,Vernon."
"Oh,thesepeople’smindsworkinstrangeways,Petunia, they’renotlikeyouandme," saidUncleVernon,tryingtoknockinanail withthepieceoffruitcakeAuntPetuniahadjustbroughthim.
OnFriday,nolessthantwelvelettersarrivedforHarry. Astheycouldn’tgothroughthemailslottheyhadbeenpushedunderthedoor, slottedthroughthesides, andafewevenforcedthroughthesmallwindow inthedownstairsbathroom.
UncleVernonstayedathomeagain. Afterburningalltheletters, hegotoutahammerandnails andboardedupthecracksaroundthefrontandbackdoors sonoonecouldgoout.
