Гарри Поттер и философский камень
Letters from No One
Hehummed"TiptoeThroughtheTulips"asheworked, andjumpedatsmallnoises.
OnSaturday,thingsbegantogetoutofhand. Twenty-fourletterstoHarryfoundtheirwayintothehouse, rolledupandhiddeninsideeachofthetwodozeneggs thattheirveryconfusedmilkmanhadhandedAuntPetuniathroughthelivingroomwindow. WhileUncleVernonmadefurioustelephonecallstothepostofficeandthedairytryingtofindsomeonetocomplainto, AuntPetuniashreddedthelettersinherfoodprocessor.
"Whoonearthwantstotalktoyouthisbadly?" DudleyaskedHarryinamazement.
OnSundaymorning,UncleVernonsatdownatthebreakfasttablelookingtired andratherill,buthappy.
"NopostonSundays," heremindedthemcheerfullyashespreadmarmaladeonhisnewspapers, "nodamnletterstoday—"
Somethingcamewhizzingdownthekitchenchimneyashespoke andcaughthimsharplyonthebackofthehead. Nextmoment,thirtyorfortyletterscamepeltingoutofthefireplacelikebullets. TheDursleysducked,butHarryleaptintotheair tryingtocatchone—
"Out!OUT!"
UncleVernonseizedHarryaroundthewaist andthrewhimintothehall. WhenAuntPetuniaandDudleyhadrunoutwiththeirarmsovertheirfaces, UncleVernonslammedthedoorshut. Theycouldhearthelettersstillstreamingintotheroom, bouncingoffthewallsandfloor.
