Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           "Oh,yeah. Poorbloke. Brilliantmind. Hewasfinewhilehewasstudyin’outtabooksbutthenhetookayearofftergetsomefirsthandexperience...TheysayhemetvampiresintheBlackForest,andtherewasanastybito’troublewithahag—neverbeenthesamesince. Scaredofthestudents,scaredofhisownsubject—now,where’smeumbrella?" 

           Vampires? Hags? Harry’sheadwasswimming. Hagrid,meanwhile,wascountingbricksinthewallabovethetrashcan. 

           "Threeup...twoacross..."hemuttered. "Right,standback,Harry." 

           Hetappedthewallthreetimeswiththepointofhisumbrella. 

           Thebrickhehadtouchedquivered—itwriggled—inthemiddle,asmallholeappeared —itgrewwiderandwider—asecondlatertheywerefacinganarchwaylargeenoughevenforHagrid,anarchwayontoacobbledstreetthattwistedandturnedoutofsight. 

           "Welcome,"saidHagrid,"toDiagonAlley." 

           HegrinnedatHarry’samazement. Theysteppedthroughthearchway. Harrylookedquicklyoverhisshoulderandsawthearchwayshrinkinstantlybackintosolidwall. 

           Thesunshonebrightlyonastackofcauldronsoutsidethenearestshop. Cauldrons—AllSizes—Copper,Brass,Pewter,Silver—Self-Stirring—Collapsible,saidasignhangingoverthem. 

           "Yeah,you’llbeneedin’one,"saidHagrid,"butwegottagetyermoneyfirst."