Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Harryfelthimselfgored. 

           "Youdon’thaveto—" 

           "IknowIdon’thaveto. Tellyehwhat,I’llgetyeranimal. Notatoad,toadswentouttafashionyearsago,yeh’dbelaughedat—an’Idon’likecats,theymakemesneeze. I’llgetyeranowl. Allthekidswantowls,they’redeaduseful,carryyermailan’everythin’." 

           Twentyminuteslater,theyleftEeylopsOwlEmporium,whichhadbeendarkandfullofrustlingandflickering,jewel-brighteyes. Harrynowcarriedalargecagethatheldabeautifulsnowyowl,fastasleepwithherheadunderherwing. Hecouldn’tstopstammeringhisthanks,soundingjustlikeProfessorQuirrell. 

           "Don’mentionit,"saidHagridgruffly. "Don’expectyou’vehadalottapresentsfromthemDursleys. JustOllivandersleftnow—onlyplaceferwands,Ollivanders,andyehgottahavethebestwand." 

           Amagicwand...thiswaswhatHarryhadbeenreallylookingforwardto. 

           Thelastshopwasnarrowandshabby. PeelinggoldlettersoverthedoorreadOllivanders: MakersofFineWandssince382B.C. Asinglewandlayonafadedpurplecushioninthedustywindow. 

           Atinklingbellrangsomewhereinthedepthsoftheshopastheysteppedinside. Itwasatinyplace,emptyexceptforasingle,spindlychairthatHagridsatontowait. Harryfeltstrangelyasthoughhehadenteredaverystrictlibrary; heswallowedalotofnewquestionsthathadjustoccurredtohimandlookedinsteadatthethousandsofnarrowboxespiledneatlyrightuptotheceiling.