Гарри Поттер и философский камень
Diagon Alley
"Howoftendoyouchecktoseeifanyone’sinside? "Harryasked.
"Aboutonceeverytenyears,"saidGriphookwitharathernastygrin.
Somethingreallyextraordinaryhadtobeinsidethistopsecurityvault, Harrywassure,andheleanedforwardeagerly,expectingtoseefabulousjewelsattheveryleast—butatfirsthethoughtitwasempty. Thenhenoticedagrubbylittlepackagewrappedupinbrownpaperlyingonthefloor. Hagridpickeditupandtuckeditdeepinsidehiscoat. Harrylongedtoknowwhatitwas,butknewbetterthantoask.
"Comeon,backinthisinfernalcart, anddon’ttalktomeonthewayback,it’sbestifIkeepmemouthshut,"saidHagrid.
OnewildcartridelatertheystoodblinkinginthesunlightoutsideGringotts. Harrydidn’tknowwheretorunfirstnowthathehadabagfullofmoney. Hedidn’thavetoknowhowmanyGalleonsthereweretoapoundtoknow thathewasholdingmoremoneythanhe’dhadinhiswholelife—moremoneythanevenDudleyhadeverhad.
"Mightaswellgetyeruniform," saidHagrid,noddingtowardMadamMalkin’sRobesforAllOccasions. "Listen,Harry,wouldyehmindifIslippedoffferapick-me-upintheLeakyCauldron? IhatethemGringottscarts. "Hedidstilllookabitsick,soHarryenteredMadamMalkin’sshopalone,feelingnervous.
MadamMalkinwasasquat,smilingwitchdressedallinmauve.
"Hogwarts,dear? "shesaid,whenHarrystartedtospeak. "Gotthelothere—anotheryoungmanbeingfittedupjustnow,infact."
