Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Boy who lived
AlbusDumbledoredidn’tseemtorealize thathehadjustarrivedinastreetwhereeverythingfromhisnametohisbootswasunwelcome. Hewasbusyrummaginginhiscloak, lookingforsomething. Buthedidseemtorealizehewasbeingwatched, becausehelookedupsuddenlyatthecat, whichwasstillstaringathimfromtheotherendofthestreet. Forsomereason,thesightofthecatseemedtoamusehim. Hechuckledandmuttered, "Ishouldhaveknown."
Hefoundwhathewaslookingforinhisinsidepocket. Itseemedtobeasilvercigarettelighter. Heflickeditopen,helditupintheair,andclickedit. Theneareststreetlampwentoutwithalittlepop. Heclickeditagain—thenextlampflickeredintodarkness. TwelvetimesheclickedthePut-Outer, untiltheonlylightsleftonthewholestreetweretwotinypinpricksinthedistance, whichweretheeyesofthecatwatchinghim. Ifanyonelookedoutoftheirwindownow,evenbeady-eyedMrs.Dursley, theywouldn’tbeabletoseeanythingthatwashappeningdownonthepavement. DumbledoreslippedthePut-Outerbackinsidehiscloak andsetoffdownthestreettowardnumberfour, wherehesatdownonthewallnexttothecat. Hedidn’tlookatit,butafteramomenthespoketoit.
"Fancyseeingyouhere,ProfessorMcGonagall."
Heturnedtosmileatthetabby, butithadgone. Insteadhewassmilingatarathersevere-lookingwoman whowaswearingsquareglassesexactlytheshapeofthemarkingsthecathadhadarounditseyes. She,too,waswearingacloak,anemeraldone. Herblackhairwasdrawnintoatightbun. Shelookeddistinctlyruffled.
"Howdidyouknowitwasme?" sheasked.
