Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           "Mmm,"saidHarry,wishinghecouldsaysomethingabitmoreinteresting. 

           "Isay,lookatthatman! "saidtheboysuddenly,noddingtowardthefrontwindow. Hagridwasstandingthere, grinningatHarryandpointingattwolargeicecreamstoshowhecouldn’tcomein. 

           "That’sHagrid,"saidHarry,pleasedtoknowsomethingtheboydidn’t. "HeworksatHogwarts." 

           "Oh,"saidtheboy,"I’veheardofhim. He’sasortofservant,isn’the?" 

           "He’sthegamekeeper,"saidHarry. Hewaslikingtheboylessandlesseverysecond. 

           "Yes,exactly. Iheardhe’sasortofsavage—livesinahutontheschoolgrounds andeverynowandthenhegetsdrunk,triestodomagic,andendsupsettingfiretohisbed." 

           "Ithinkhe’sbrilliant,"saidHarrycoldly. 

           "Doyou? "saidtheboy,withaslightsneer. "Whyishewithyou? Whereareyourparents?" 

           "They’redead,"saidHarryshortly. Hedidn’tfeelmuchlikegoingintothematterwiththisboy. 

           "Oh,sorry,"saidtheother,notsoundingsorryatall. "Buttheywereourkind,weren’tthey?" 

           "Theywereawitchandwizard,ifthat’swhatyoumean."