Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           "ProfessorQuirrell!"saidHagrid. "Harry,ProfessorQuirrellwillbeoneofyourteachersatHogwarts." 

           "P-P-Potter,"stammeredProfessorQuirrell,graspingHarry’shand, "c-can’tt-tellyouhowp-pleasedIamtomeetyou." 

           "Whatsortofmagicdoyouteach,ProfessorQuirrell?" 

           "D-DefenseAgainsttheD-D-DarkArts,"mutteredProfessorQuirrell,asthoughhe’drathernotthinkaboutit. "N-notthatyoun-needit,eh,P-P-Potter? "Helaughednervously. "You’llbeg-gettingallyourequipment,Isuppose? I’veg-gottop-pickupanewb-bookonvampires,m-myself. "Helookedterrifiedattheverythought. 

           Buttheotherswouldn’tletProfessorQuirrellkeepHarrytohimself. Ittookalmosttenminutestogetawayfromthemall. Atlast,Hagridmanagedtomakehimselfheardoverthebabble. 

           "Mustgeton—lotsterbuy. Comeon,Harry." 

           DorisCrockfordshookHarry’shandonelasttime,andHagridledthemthroughthebarandoutintoasmall,walledcourtyard, wheretherewasnothingbutatrashcanandafewweeds. 

           HagridgrinnedatHarry. 

           "Toldyeh,didn’tI? Toldyehyouwasfamous. EvenProfessorQuirrellwastremblin’termeetyeh—mindyou,he’susuallytremblin’." 

           "Ishealwaysthatnervous?"