Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           "Goteverythin’? Comeon,then." 

           HarryfollowedHagridoutontotherock. Theskywasquiteclearnowandtheseagleamedinthesunlight. TheboatUncleVernonhadhiredwasstillthere,withalotofwaterinthebottomafterthestorm. 

           "Howdidyougethere? "Harryasked,lookingaroundforanotherboat. 

           "Flew,"saidHagrid. 

           "Flew?" 

           "Yeah—butwe’llgobackinthis. Nots’pposedterusemagicnowI’vegotyeh." 

           Theysettleddownintheboat,HarrystillstaringatHagrid,tryingtoimaginehimflying. 

           "Seemsashameterrow,though,"saidHagrid,givingHarryanotherofhissidewayslooks. "IfIwaster—er—speedthingsupabit,wouldyehmindnotmentionin’itatHogwarts?" 

           "Ofcoursenot,"saidHarry,eagertoseemoremagic. Hagridpulledoutthepinkumbrellaagain,tappedittwiceonthesideoftheboat,andtheyspedofftowardland. 

           "WhywouldyoubemadtotryandrobGringotts? "Harryasked. 

           "Spells—enchantments,"saidHagrid,unfoldinghisnewspaperashespoke. "Theysaythere’sdragonsguardin’thehighsecurityvaults. Andthenyehgottafindyerway—GringottsishundredsofmilesunderLondon,see.