Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Keeper of the Keys
"Stop! "hecommanded. "Stoprightthere,sir! Iforbidyoutotelltheboyanything!"
AbravermanthanVernonDursleywouldhavequailedunderthefuriouslookHagridnowgavehim; whenHagridspoke,hiseverysyllabletrembledwithrage.
"Younevertoldhim? NevertoldhimwhatwasintheletterDumbledoreleftferhim? Iwasthere! IsawDumbledoreleaveit,Dursley! An’you’vekeptitfromhimalltheseyears?"
"Keptwhatfromme? "saidHarryeagerly.
"STOP! IFORBIDYOU! "yelledUncleVernoninpanic.
AuntPetuniagaveagaspofhorror.
"Ah,goboilyerheads,bothofyeh,"saidHagrid. "Harry—yerawizard."
Therewassilenceinsidethehut. Onlytheseaandthewhistlingwindcouldbeheard.
"I’mawhat? "gaspedHarry.
"Awizard,o’course,"saidHagrid,sittingbackdownonthesofa,whichgroanedandsankevenlower, "an’athumpin’good’un,I’dsay,onceyeh’vebeentrainedupabit. Withamuman’dadlikeyours,whatelsewouldyehbe? An’Ireckonit’sabou’timeyehreadyerletter."
Harrystretchedouthishandatlasttotaketheyellowishenvelope,addressedinemeraldgreentoMr.H.Potter,TheFloor,Hut-on-the-Rock,TheSea. Hepulledouttheletterandread:
