Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Boy who lived
TheDursleysgotintobed. Mrs.Dursleyfellasleepquickly butMr.Dursleylayawake,turningitalloverinhismind. Hislast,comfortingthoughtbeforehefellasleepwasthat evenifthePotterswereinvolved, therewasnoreasonforthemtocomenearhimandMrs.Dursley. ThePottersknewverywellwhatheandPetuniathoughtaboutthemandtheirkind... Hecouldn’tseehowheandPetuniacouldgetmixedupinanythingthatmightbegoingon —heyawnedandturnedover—itcouldn’taffectthem...
Howverywronghewas.
Mr.Dursleymighthavebeendriftingintoanuneasysleep, butthecatonthewalloutsidewasshowingnosignofsleepiness. Itwassittingasstillasastatue, itseyesfixedunblinkinglyonthefarcornerofPrivetDrive. Itdidn’tsomuchasquiverwhenacardoorslammedonthenextstreet, norwhentwoowlsswoopedoverhead. Infact,itwasnearlymidnightbeforethecatmovedatall.
Amanappearedonthecornerthecathadbeenwatching, appearedsosuddenlyandsilentlyyou’dhavethoughthe’djustpoppedoutoftheground. Thecat’stailtwitchedanditseyesnarrowed.
NothinglikethismanhadeverbeenseenonPrivetDrive. Hewastall,thin,andveryold, judgingbythesilverofhishairandbeard, whichwerebothlongenoughtotuckintohisbelt. Hewaswearinglongrobes, apurplecloakthatswepttheground, andhigh-heeled,buckledboots. Hisblueeyeswerelight,bright,andsparklingbehindhalf-moonspectacles andhisnosewasverylongandcrooked, asthoughithadbeenbrokenatleasttwice. Thisman’snamewasAlbusDumbledore.
