Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           TheLeakyCauldronhadsuddenlygonecompletelystillandsilent. 

           "Blessmysoul,"whisperedtheoldbartender, "HarryPotter...whatanhonor." 

           Hehurriedoutfrombehindthebar,rushedtowardHarryandseizedhishand,tearsinhiseyes. 

           "Welcomeback,Mr.Potter,welcomeback." 

           Harrydidn’tknowwhattosay. Everyonewaslookingathim. Theoldwomanwiththepipewaspuffingonitwithoutrealizingithadgoneout. Hagridwasbeaming. 

           Thentherewasagreatscrapingofchairsandthenextmoment,HarryfoundhimselfshakinghandswitheveryoneintheLeakyCauldron. 

           "DorisCrockford,Mr.Potter, can’tbelieveI’mmeetingyouatlast." 

           "Soproud,Mr.Potter,I’mjustsoproud." 

           "Alwayswantedtoshakeyourhand—I’mallofaflutter." 

           "Delighted,Mr.Potter,justcan’ttellyou,Diggle’sthename,DedalusDiggle." 

           "I’veseenyoubefore! "saidHarry,asDedalusDiggle’stophatfelloffinhisexcitement. "Youbowedtomeonceinashop." 

           "Heremembers! "criedDedalusDiggle,lookingaroundateveryone. "Didyouhearthat? Heremembersme! "Harryshookhandsagainandagain—DorisCrockfordkeptcomingbackformore. 

           Apaleyoungmanmadehiswayforward,verynervously. Oneofhiseyeswastwitching.