Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           "Ineverexpectedthis,"hesaid,inalow,worriedvoice. "Ihadnoidea,whenDumbledoretoldmetheremightbetroublegettin’holdofyeh,howmuchyehdidn’tknow. Ah,Harry,Idon’knowifI’mtherightpersontertellyeh—butsomeone’sgotta —yehcan’tgooffterHogwartsnotknowin’." 

           HethrewadirtylookattheDursleys. 

           "Well,it’sbestyehknowasmuchasIcantellyeh —mind,Ican’ttellyeheverythin’,it’sagreatmyst’ry,partsofit..." 

           Hesatdown,staredintothefireforafewseconds,andthensaid, "Itbegins,Isuppose,with—withapersoncalled—butit’sincredibleyehdon’tknowhisname,everyoneinourworldknows—" 

           "Who?" 

           "Well—Idon’likesayin’thenameifIcanhelpit. Noonedoes." 

           "Whynot?" 

           "Gulpin’gargoyles,Harry,peoplearestillscared. Blimey,thisisdifficult. See,therewasthiswizardwhowent...bad. Asbadasyoucouldgo.Worse.Worsethanworse. Hisnamewas..." 

           Hagridgulped,butnowordscameout. 

           "Couldyouwriteitdown?"Harrysuggested. 

           "Nah—can’tspellit. Allright—Voldemort. "Hagridshuddered. "Don’makemesayitagain. Anyway,this—thiswizard,abouttwentyyearsagonow,startedlookin’ferfollowers. Got’em,too—somewereafraid,somejustwantedabito’hispower,’causehewasgettin’himselfpower,allright.