Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Keeper of the Keys
"Doyoumeantertellme,"hegrowledattheDursleys, "thatthisboy—thisboy!—knowsnothin’abou’—aboutANYTHING?"
Harrythoughtthiswasgoingabitfar. Hehadbeentoschool,afterall,andhismarksweren’tbad.
"Iknowsomethings,"hesaid. "Ican,youknow,domathandstuff."
ButHagridsimplywavedhishandandsaid, "Aboutourworld,Imean. Yourworld. Myworld. Yerparents’world."
"Whatworld?"
Hagridlookedasifhewasabouttoexplode.
"DURSLEY!"heboomed.
UncleVernon,whohadgoneverypale,whisperedsomethingthatsoundedlike"Mimblewimble." HagridstaredwildlyatHarry.
"Butyehmustknowaboutyermomanddad,"hesaid. "Imean,they’refamous. You’refamous."
"What? My—mymomanddadweren’tfamous,werethey?"
"Yehdon’know...yehdon’know..."Hagridranhisfingersthroughhishair,fixingHarrywithabewilderedstare.
"Yehdon’knowwhatyehare? "hesaidfinally.
UncleVernonsuddenlyfoundhisvoice.
