Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Journey from Platform Nine and Three Quarters
"It’sonmyticket."
"Barking,"saidUncleVernon,"howlingmad,thelotofthem. You’llsee.Youjustwait. Allright,we’lltakeyoutoKing’sCross. We’regoinguptoLondontomorrowanyway,orIwouldn’tbother."
"WhyareyougoingtoLondon? "Harryasked,tryingtokeepthingsfriendly.
"TakingDudleytothehospital,"growledUncleVernon. "GottohavethatruddytailremovedbeforehegoestoSmeltings."
Harrywokeatfiveo’clockthenextmorningandwastooexcitedandnervoustogobacktosleep. Hegotupandpulledonhisjeansbecausehedidn’twanttowalkintothestationinhiswizard’srobes—he’dchangeonthetrain. HecheckedhisHogwartslistyetagaintomakesure hehadeverythingheneeded,sawthatHedwigwasshutsafelyinhercage,andthenpacedtheroom,waitingfortheDursleystogetup. Twohourslater,Harry’shuge,heavytrunkhadbeenloadedintotheDursleys’car,AuntPetuniahadtalkedDudleyintosittingnexttoHarry,andtheyhadsetoff.
TheyreachedKing’sCrossathalfpastten. UncleVernondumpedHarry’strunkontoacartandwheeleditintothestationforhim. Harrythoughtthiswasstrangelykind untilUncleVernonstoppeddead,facingtheplatformswithanastygrinonhisface.
"Well,thereyouare,boy. Platformnine—platformten. Yourplatformshouldbesomewhereinthemiddle, buttheydon’tseemtohavebuiltityet,dothey?"
