Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Keeper of the Keys
"Yergreatpuddin’ofasondon’needfattenin’anymore,Dursley,don’worry."
HepassedthesausagestoHarry, whowassohungryhehadnevertastedanythingsowonderful,buthestillcouldn’ttakehiseyesoffthegiant. Finally,asnobodyseemedabouttoexplainanything,hesaid, "I’msorry,butIstilldon’treallyknowwhoyouare."
Thegianttookagulpofteaandwipedhismouthwiththebackofhishand.
"CallmeHagrid,"hesaid,"everyonedoes. An’likeItoldyeh,I’mKeeperofKeysatHogwarts—yeh’llknowallaboutHogwarts,o’course.
"Er—no,"saidHarry.
Hagridlookedshocked.
"Sorry,"Harrysaidquickly.
"Sorry? "barkedHagrid,turningtostareattheDursleys,whoshrankbackintotheshadows. "It’sthemasshouldbesorry! Iknewyehweren’tgettin’yerlettersbutIneverthoughtyehwouldn’tevenknowabou’Hogwarts,fercryin’outloud! Didyehneverwonderwhereyerparentslearneditall?"
"Allwhat? "askedHarry.
"ALLWHAT? "Hagridthundered. "Nowwaitjus’onesecond!"
Hehadleapttohisfeet. Inhisangerheseemedtofillthewholehut. TheDursleyswerecoweringagainstthewall.
