Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           Forsomereason,thebackofhisneckprickled. Theverydustandsilenceinhereseemedtotinglewithsomesecretmagic. 

           "Goodafternoon,"saidasoftvoice. Harryjumped. Hagridmusthavejumped,too,becausetherewasaloudcrunchingnoiseandhegotquicklyoffthespindlychair. 

           Anoldmanwasstandingbeforethem,hiswide,paleeyesshininglikemoonsthroughthegloomoftheshop. 

           "Hello,"saidHarryawkwardly. 

           "Ahyes,"saidtheman. "Yes,yes. IthoughtI’dbeseeingyousoon. HarryPotter. "Itwasn’taquestion. "Youhaveyourmother’seyes. Itseemsonlyyesterdayshewasinhereherself,buyingherfirstwand. Tenandaquarterincheslong,swishy,madeofwillow. Nicewandforcharmwork." 

           Mr.OllivandermovedclosertoHarry. Harrywishedhewouldblink. Thosesilveryeyeswereabitcreepy. 

           "Yourfather,ontheotherhand,favoredamahoganywand. Eleveninches. Pliable. Alittlemorepowerandexcellentfortransfiguration. Well,Isayyourfatherfavoredit—it’sreallythewandthatchoosesthewizard,ofcourse." 

           Mr.OllivanderhadcomesoclosethatheandHarrywerealmostnosetonose. Harrycouldseehimselfreflectedinthosemistyeyes. 

           "Andthat’swhere..." 

           Mr.OllivandertouchedthelightningscaronHarry’sforeheadwithalong,whitefinger.