Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Boy who lived
"Funnystuffonthenews," Mr.Dursleymumbled. "Owls...shootingstars... andtherewerealotoffunny-lookingpeopleintowntoday..."
"So?"snappedMrs.Dursley.
"Well,Ijustthought...maybe... itwassomethingtodowith...youknow...hercrowd."
Mrs.Dursleysippedherteathroughpursedlips. Mr.Dursleywonderedwhetherhedaredtellherhe’dheardthename"Potter." Hedecidedhedidn’tdare. Insteadhesaid,ascasuallyashecould, "Theirson—he’dbeaboutDudley’sagenow,wouldn’the?"
"Isupposeso," saidMrs.Dursleystiffly.
"What’shisnameagain?Howard,isn’tit?"
"Harry.Nasty,commonname,ifyouaskme."
"Oh,yes,"saidMr.Dursley,hisheartsinkinghorribly. "Yes,Iquiteagree."
Hedidn’tsayanotherwordonthesubjectastheywentupstairstobed. WhileMrs.Dursleywasinthebathroom, Mr.Dursleycrepttothebedroomwindow andpeereddownintothefrontgarden. Thecatwasstillthere. ItwasstaringdownPrivetDriveasthoughitwerewaitingforsomething.
Washeimaginingthings? CouldallthishaveanythingtodowiththePotters? Ifitdid...ifitgotoutthattheywererelatedtoapairof —well,hedidn’tthinkhecouldbearit.
