Гарри Поттер и философский камень

           "Trickycustomer,eh? Nottoworry,we’llfindtheperfectmatchheresomewhere —Iwonder,now—yes,whynot—unusualcombination —hollyandphoenixfeather,eleveninches,niceandsupple." 

           Harrytookthewand.Hefeltasuddenwarmthinhisfingers. Heraisedthewandabovehishead,broughtitswishingdownthroughthedustyair andastreamofredandgoldsparksshotfromtheendlikeafirework,throwingdancingspotsoflightontothewalls. HagridwhoopedandclappedandMr.Ollivandercried, "Oh,bravo! Yes,indeed,oh,verygood. Well,well,well...howcurious...howverycurious..." 

           HeputHarry’swandbackintoitsboxandwrappeditinbrownpaper,stillmuttering,"Curious...curious... 

           "Sorry,"saidHarry,"butwhat’scurious?" 

           Mr.OllivanderfixedHarrywithhispalestare. 

           "IremembereverywandI’veeversold,Mr.Potter. Everysinglewand. Itsohappensthatthephoenixwhosetailfeatherisinyourwand,gaveanotherfeather—justoneother. Itisverycuriousindeedthatyoushouldbedestinedforthiswandwhenitsbrother—why,itsbrothergaveyouthatscar." 

           Harryswallowed. 

           "Yes,thirteen-and-a-halfinches. Yew. Curiousindeedhowthesethingshappen. Thewandchoosesthewizard,remember... Ithinkwemustexpectgreatthingsfromyou,Mr.Potter... Afterall,He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Nameddidgreatthings—terrible,yes,butgreat."