Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Theyhadjustfinished whentheownerofthehotelcameovertotheirtable. 

           "’Scuseme,butisoneofyouMr.H.Potter? OnlyIgotaboutan’undredoftheseatthefrontdesk." 

           Sheheldupalettersotheycouldreadthegreeninkaddress: 

           Mr.H.Potter 

           Room17 

           RailviewHotel 

           Cokeworth 

           Harrymadeagrabfortheletter butUncleVernonknockedhishandoutoftheway. Thewomanstared. 

           "I’lltakethem,"saidUncleVernon, standingupquicklyandfollowingherfromthediningroom. 

           "Wouldn’titbebetterjusttogohome,dear?" AuntPetuniasuggestedtimidly,hourslater, butUncleVernondidn’tseemtohearher. Exactlywhathewaslookingfor,noneofthemknew. Hedrovethemintothemiddleofaforest,gotout,lookedaround,shookhishead, gotbackinthecar,andofftheywentagain. Thesamethinghappenedinthemiddleofaplowedfield, halfwayacrossasuspensionbridge, andatthetopofamultilevelparkinggarage. 

           "Daddy’sgonemad,hasn’the?" DudleyaskedAuntPetuniadullylatethatafternoon. UncleVernonhadparkedatthecoast, lockedthemallinsidethecar,anddisappeared.