Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Inthebackoftheshop,aboywithapale,pointedfacewasstandingonafootstoolwhileasecondwitchpinneduphislongblackrobes. MadamMalkinstoodHarryonastoolnexttohimslippedalongrobeoverhishead,andbegantopinittotherightlength. 

           "Hello,"saidtheboy,"Hogwarts,too?" 

           "Yes,"saidHarry. 

           "Myfather’snextdoorbuyingmybooksandmother’supthestreetlookingatwands,"saidtheboy. Hehadabored,drawlingvoice. "ThenI’mgoingtodragthemofftotookatracingbrooms. Idon’tseewhyfirstyearscan’thavetheirown. IthinkI’llbullyfatherintogettingmeoneandI’llsmuggleitinsomehow." 

           HarrywasstronglyremindedofDudley. 

           "Haveyougotyourownbroom? "theboywenton. 

           "No,"saidHarry. 

           "PlayQuidditchatall?" 

           "No,"Harrysaidagain,wonderingwhatonearthQuidditchcouldbe. 

           "Ido—Fathersaysit’sacrimeifI’mnotpickedtoplayformyhouse,andImustsay,Iagree. Knowwhathouseyou’llbeinyet?" 

           "No,"saidHarry,feelingmorestupidbytheminute. 

           "Well,noonereallyknowsuntiltheygetthere,dothey,butIknowI’llbeinSlytherin, allourfamilyhavebeen—imaginebeinginHufflepuff, IthinkI’dleave,wouldn’tyou?"