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Гарри Поттер и философский камень/ Harry Potter and the Sorcerer"s Stone

I should"ve known you would have been here Professor McGonagall. MCGONAGALL

Good evening Professor Dumbledore. Are the rumors true Albus? DUMBLEDORE

I"m afraid so Professor. The good and the bad. MCGONAGALL

Hagrid is bringing him.

Do you think it wise to trust Hagrid w/ something as important as this? DUMBLEDORE

Ah, Prof. I would trust Hagrid w/ my life HAGRID

Professor. Dumbledore, sir. Professor McGonagall. DUMBLEDORE

No problems I trust Hagrid?

No, sir. Little tyke fell asleep as we were flying over Bristol. Try not to wake him. There you go. MC

Albus, do really think it"s safe leaving him with these people? I"ve watched them all day. There"re the worst sort of Muggles imaginable. They really are- - DUMBLEDORE

The only family he has.

This boy will be famous. There won"t be a child in our world who doesn"t know his name. DUMBLEDORE

Exactly. He"s far better off growing up away from all of that. Until he is ready. There, there Hagrid. It"s not really goodbye after all. Good Luck, Harry Potter.

Up. Get up! Now!

Wake up cousin! We"re going to the zoo! AUNT PETUNIA

Here he comes the birthday boy!

happy birthday son.

Why don"t you just cook the breakfast and try not to burn anything. HARRY

Yes Aunt Petunia.

I want everything to be perfect for my Dudley"s special day! UNCLE VERNON

Hurry up! Bring my coffee boy!

yes Uncle Vernon.

Aren"t they wonderful darling?

How many are there?

36, Counted them myself.

36?! BUT LAST YEAR LAST YEAR I HAD 37!!! VOLDEMORT

Yes, but some of them are a bit bigger than last year"s! DUDLEY

I don"t care how big they are!

Now, now, now, this is what we"re going to do. Is that when we go out we"re going to buy you 2 new presents. How"s that pumpkin?

It should be a lovely day at the zoo. I"m really looking forward to it. VOLDEMORT

I"m warning you now boy. Any funny business, any at all and you won"t have any meals for a week. Get in.

Sorry about him he doesn"t understand what it"s like, lying there day after day watching people press their ugly faces in on you. Can you hear me? It"s just I"ve never talked to a snake before. Do you... Do you talk to people often? You"re from Burma, aren"t you? Was it nice there? Did you miss your family? I see. That"s me as well. I never knew my parents either. DUDLEY

Mummy, Dad, come here you won"t believe what this snake is doing! Woah! Woah! Ah! SNAKE

Mum! Mummy! Help me!

My darling boy! How did you get in there! Who did this? How did you get in there? Is there a snake?

It"s all right sweetheart. We"ll get you out of these terrible clothes. VOLDEMORT

I swear, I don"t know! One minute the glass was there then it was gone, it was like magic! VOLDEMORT

There"s no such thing as magic.

Oh Marge is ill. Ate a funny whelk. DUDLEY

Dad! Look! Harry"s got a letter!

Hey give it back! It"s mine!

Yours? Who"d be writing to you?

No more mail through this letterbox.

Have a lovely day at the office, dear. VOLDEMORT

Fine day Sunday. In my opinion best day of the week. And why is that Dudley? HARRY

Because there"s no post on Sundays. VOLDEMORT

Right you are Harry. No post on Sunday. Ha! No blasted letters today! No, sir! Not one single bloody letter! Not one! No sir, not one blasted, miserable- - DUDLEY

Make it stop, please!

Mummy what"s happening?

Give me that! Give me that letter! HARRY

Get off! They"re my letters! Let go of me! VOLDEMORT

That"s it! We"re going away, far away! Where they can"t find us! DUDLEY

Daddy"s gone mad hasn"t he?

Make a wish, Harry.

Sorry "bout that.

I demand that you leave at once. You are breaking and entering. HAGRID

Dry up Dursley you great prune. Well, I haven"t seen you since you was a baby Harry. But you"re a bit more along then I would have expected; particularly around the middle. DUDLEY

I"m not... I"m not Harry.

Well of course you are! Got something for you. Afraid I might have sat on it at some point but I imagine it"ll taste fine just the same. Baked it myself, words and all. HARRY

It"s not everyday your young man turns 11 now it is? HARRY

Excuse me, but who are you?

Rubeus Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at Hogwarts. Of course you know all about Hogwarts HARRY

No? Blimey Harry didn"t you ever wonder didn"t you ever wonder how your mum and dad learned it all? HARRY

You"re a wizard Harry.

A wizard. And a thumpin" good one I"d wager once you"ve trained up a bit. HARRY

No, you"ve made a mistake. I mean I can"t be a wizard... I mean I"m Harry, Just Harry. HAGRID

Well, "Just Harry" did you ever make anything happen? Anything you couldn"t explain, when you were angry or scared? Um Hum. HARRY

Dear Mr. Potter, we are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted at the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. VOLDEMORT

He will not be going! We swore when we took him in that we would put a stop to all of this rubbish! HARRY

You knew? We knew all along and you never told me? AUNT PETUNIA

Of course we knew. How could you not be? My perfect being who she was. Oh I remember the day she got her letter. My parents were so proud. We have a witch in the family. Isn"t it wonderful? I was the only one who saw her for what she was... a freak. And then she met that Potter, and then she had you and I knew you would be the same just as strange just as abnormal. And then, if you please, she got herself blown up, and we got landed with you. HARRY

Blown up?! You told me my parents died in a car crash! HAGRID

A car crash? A car crash killed Lily and James Potter? PAT

We had to say something!

It"s an outrage. It"s a scandal.

He will not be going.

Oh and I suppose a great Muggle like yourself is gonna stop him. HARRY

Non- magic folk. This boy"s had his name down since he were born. He"s going to the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world. And he"ll be under the finest headmaster that Hogwarts has ever seen, Albus Dumbledore... VOLDEMORT

I will not pay to have some crack pot old fool teach him magic tricks! HAGRID

Never insult Albus Dumbledore in front of me... I"d appreciate it if you didn"t tell anyone at Hogwarts about that. Strictly speaking I"m not supposed to do magic. HARRY

We"re a bit behind schedule. Best be off. Unless you"d rather stay, of course.

All students must be equipped with a one standard size two pewter cauldron, and may bring, if they desire, either an owl, a cat, or a toad. Can we find all this in London? HAGRID

If you know where to go.

Ah, Hagrid the usual I presume.

No thanks Tom, I"m on official Hogwarts business. Just helping young Harry buy his school business. TOM

Bless my soul, it"s Harry Potter.

Welcome back Mr. Potter welcome back. DORIS

Doris Crockford, Mr. Potter. I can"t believe I"m meeting you at last. QUIRRELL

Harry P-p-potter. C-can"t tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you. HAGRID

hello, professor I didn"t see you there. Harry Professor Quirrell will be your defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. HARRY

Oh, nice to meet you,

A fearfully fascinating subject. N-not that you need it, eh, P-potter? HAGRID

Yes, well must be going now. Lots to buy. HARRY

See, Harry? You"re famous.

But why am I famous Hagrid? All those people back there how is it they know who I am? HAGRID

I"m not exactly sure I"m the right person to tell you that, Harry. Welcome Harry, to Diagon Alley. That"s where you get your quills and ink. Over there, all your bits and bobs for doing wizardry. OTH

It"s a world class racing broom.

Wow! Look at it the new Nimbus 2000! It"s the fastest model yet! HARRY

But Hagrid how am I to pay for all this? I haven"t any money. HAGRID

Well there"s your money Harry! Gringotts, the wizard bank! Ain"t no safer place, not one! "Cept perhaps Hogwarts. HARRY

Hagrid what exactly are these things? HAGRID

They"re goblins Harry. Clever as they come the goblins, but not the most friendly of beasts. Best stay close. Mr. Harry Potter wishes to make a withdrawal GOBLIN

And does Mr. Harry Potter have his key? HAGRID

Wait a minute. Got it here somewhere. Ha! There"s the little devil. Oh, and there"s something else as well. Professor Dumbledore gave me this. It"s about You- Know- What in vault you know which. GOBLIN

Vault 687. Lamp please. Key, please HAGRID

Didn"t think your mum and dad would leave you with nothing now did you? GRIPHOOK

What"s in there Hagrid?

Can"t tell you Harry. Hogwarts business. Very secret. GRIPHOOK

Best not to mention this to anyone Harry. HARRY

I still need... a wand.

A wand? Well, you want Ollivander"s. There ain"t no place better. Why don"t you run along and wait. I got one more thing to do. Won"t be long. HARRY

I wondered when I"d be seeing you Mr. Potter. It seems only yesterday that you mother and father were in here buying their first wands. Here we are. Well give it a wave. Apparently not. Perhaps this. NO, no definitely not. No matter. I wonder... Curious... very curious HARRY

Sorry but what"s curious

I remember every wand that I"ve sold Mr. Potter, every one. It so happens that the phoenix whose tail feather resides in your wand, gave another feather. Just one other. It is curious that you should be destined for this wand when its brother gave you that scar. HARRY

And who owned that wand?

We do not speak his name. The wand chooses the wizard Mr. Potter. It is not always clear why. But I think it is clear that we can expect great things from you. After all, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things. Terrible, yes, but great. HAGRID

Harry! Harry! Happy Birthday!

You all right Harry? You seem very quiet. HARRY

He killed my parents didn"t he? The one who gave me this. You know Hagrid. I know you do. HAGRID

First and understand this Harry because it"s very important. Not all wizards are good. Some of them go bad. A few years ago one of them went as bad as you can go. His name was V--. His name was V--. HARRY

Well maybe if you wrote it down?

Naw I can"t spell it. All right, Voldemort. HARRY

Shh. It was dark times Harry, dark times. Voldemort started to gather some followers. Brought them over to the Dark Side. Anyone who stood up to him ended up dead. Your parents fought against him. Nobody lived once he decided to kill them. Nobody, not one. Except you. HARRY

Me? Voldemort tried to kill me?

Yes. That ain"t no ordinary cut on your forehead Harry. A mark from that only comes from being touched by a curse, an evil curse at that. HARRY

What happened to V--... To You-Know-Who? HAGRID

Well some say he died. Codswallop in my opinion. Nope, I reckon he"s out there still too tired to carry on. But one thing"s absolutely certain. Something about you stumped him that night. That"s why you"re famous. That"s why everybody knows your name. You"re the boy who lived. HAGRID

Well some say he died. Codswallop in my opinion. Nope, I reckon he"s out there still too tired to carry on. But one thing"s absolutely certain. Something about you stumped him that night. That"s why you"re famous. That"s why everybody knows your name. You"re the boy who lived.

What are you looking at? Blimey is that time? Sorry Harry, but I"m gonna have to leave you. Dumbledore would be wanting his... Well, he"d be wanting to see me. Now, your train leaves in 10 minutes. Here"s your ticket. Stick to it Harry, that"s very important. Stick to you ticket. HARRY

Platform 9 ?? But, Hagrid, there must be a mistake. This says Platform 9 ?. There"s no such thing. Is there? OTH

Excuse me! Excuse me!

Excuse me sir. Can you tell me where I might find Platform 9 ?? OTH

9 ?? Think you"re being funny do you? MRS. WEASLEY

It"s the same every year packed with Muggles of course. Come on! HARRY

Platform 9 ? this way! All right Percy you first. Fred you next. GEORGE WEASLEY

He"s not Fred I am!

Honestly, woman you call yourself our mother! MRS. WEASLEY

I"m sorry George.

Only joking! I am Fred.

Excuse me! Could you tell me how to... MRS. WEASLEY

How to get on to the platform? Yes, not to worry dear, it"s Ron"s first time to Hogwarts as well. Now, all you have to do is walk straight at the wall between platforms 9 and 10. Best do it at a run if you"re nervous. GINNY

Excuse me, do you mind? Every where else is full. HARRY

I"m Ron by the way! Ron Weasley.

I"m Harry. Harry Potter.

SO it"s true! DO you really have the... the... HARRY

Anything off the trolley dears?

No, thanks, I"m all set.

We"ll take the lot!

Bertie Bott"s Every Flavor Beans?

They mean every flavor! There"s chocolate, peppermint and also, spinach liver, and tripe. George sweared he got boogie flavored one once. HARRY

These aren"t real frogs are they?

It"s just a spell. But it"s the cards you want. Each pack"s got a famous witch or wizard. I got about 500 me self. Watch it! That"s rotten luck. They"ve only got one good jump in them to begin with. HARRY

I"ve got Dumbledore!

I"ve got about 6 of him.

Well you can"t expect him to hang around all day, can you? This is Scabbers by the way. Pathetic isn"t he? HARRY

Just a little bit.

Fred gave me a spell to turn him yellow. Want to see? HARRY

Ahem... Sunshine...

has anyone seen a toad? A boy named Neville"s has one. RON WEASLEY

Oh are you doing magic? Let"s see then. RON WEASLEY

Ahem. Sunshine Daisies Butter Mellow Turn this stupid fat rat yellow. HERMIONE

Are you sure that"s a real spell? Well, it"s not very good is it? Of course, I"ve only tried a few simple ones myself but they"ve all worked for me. For example: Oculus Reparo. That"s better isn"t it? Holy cricket! You"re Harry Potter! I"m Hermione Granger. And you are...? RON WEASLEY

I"m Ron Weasley.

Pleasure. You two better change into your robes. I expect we"ll be arriving soon. You"ve dirt on your nose by the way. Just there. HAGRID

Right then. First years this way, please! First years, don"t be shy. Come on now, hurry up! Hello Harry! HARRY

Right, then. This way to the boats. Come on now, follow me. RON WEASLEY

Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin. Now while you"re here your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule breaking and you will loose points. At the end of the year, the houses with the most points is awarded the house cup. NEVILLE

The Sorting Ceremony will begin momentarily. DRACO MALFOY

It"s true then, what they"re saying on the train. Harry Potter has come to Hogwarts. N & OTH

This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I"m Malfoy. Draco Malfoy. Think my name"s funny do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley. You"ll soon find out that some wizarding families are better than others, Potter. You don"t want to making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there. HARRY

I think I can tell the wrong sort for my self thanks. MCGONAGALL

We"re ready for you. Follow me.

It"s not real the ceiling. It"s just bewitched to look like the night outside. I read about it in Hogwarts, A History. MCGONAGALL

Will you wait along here please. Now before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words. DUMBLEDORE

I have a few start-of-term notices I wish to announce. The first years please note, that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you that the third floor corridor on the right hand side is out of bounds to all who do not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you. MCGONAGALL

When I call your name you will come forth, I shall place the Sorting Hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses. Hermione Granger! HERMIONE

Oh, no. OK relax.

Mental that one, I"m telling you.

Ah, right then. Hum... Right. Okay, Gryffindor! MCGONAGALL

There"s no witch or wizard who went bad who wasn"t in Slytherin. MCGONAGALL

Harry what is it?

Nothing. Nothing, I"m fine

Where shall I put you? Let"s see... I know! Hufflepuff! MCGONAGALL

Ha! Another Weasley! I know just what to do with you... Gryffindor! MCGONAGALL

Hmmm... Difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage, I see. Not a bad mind either. There"s talent, oh yes, and a thirst to prove yourself. But where to put you... HARRY

Not Slytherin, not Slytherin!

Not Slytherin eh? Are you sure? You could be great you know. It"s all herein your head. And Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness, there"s no doubt about that. No? (Harry whispering: Please, Please anything but Slytherin, anything but Slytherin.) Well if you"re sure, better be... Gryffindor! MCGONAGALL

Your attention please.

Let the feast begin!

I"m half and half. Me dad"s a Muggle, mam"s a witch. Bit of a nasty shock for him when he found out! HARRY

Say Percy, who"s that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell? PERCY

Oh, Professor Snape, head of Slytherin house. HARRY

What"s he teach?

Potions. But everyone knows it"s the Dark Arts he fancies. He"s been after Quirrell"s job for years. RON WEASLEY

Hello! How are you? Welcome to Gryffindor. OTH

It"s the Bloody Baron!

Hello, Sir Nicholas. Have a nice summer? SIR NEVILLE

Dismal. Once again my request to join the Headless Hunt has been denied. RON WEASLEY

I know you. You"re Nearly Headless Nick. SIR NEVILLE

I prefer Sir Nicholas if you don"t mind. HERMIONE

"Nearly" headless? How can you be "nearly" headless? SIR NEVILLE

Gryffindors, follow me, please. Keep up. Thank-you. OTH

Ravenclaw follow me. This way.

This is the most direct part to the dormitories. Oh, and keep an eye on the staircases, they like to change. Keep up please, and follow me. Quickly now, come on. Come on. OTH

That picture"s moving!

Look at that one.

I think she fancies you.

Who"s that girl?

Welcome to Hogwarts!

Caput Draconis. Follow me, everyone. Keep up. Quickly, come on! Gather around here. Welcome to the Gryffindor common room. Boys" dormitories is upstairs and down to your left. Girls the same on your right. You"ll find all your belonging have already been brought up.

Whew! We made it! Can you imagine the look on McGonagall"s face if we were late? That was bloody brilliant! MCGONAGALL

Thank-you for that assessment Mr. Weasley. Perhaps it would be more useful if I transfigured Mr. Potter and yourself into a pocket watch. That way one of you might be on time. HARRY

Then perhaps a map? I trust you don"t need one to find your seats.

There will be no foolish wand-waving or silly incantations in this class. As such, I don"t expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that is potion making. However, for those select few who possess the predisposition. I can teach you how to bewitch the mind and ensnare the senses. I show you how to bottle fame, brew glory, and even put a stopper in death. Then again maybe some of you have come to Hogwarts in possession of abilities so formidable that you feel confident enough to not pay attention. Mr. Potter, our new celebrity. Tell me what would I get if I added root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood? You don"t know? Well let"s try again. Where Mr. Potter would you look if I asked you to find me a bezoar? HARRY

I don"t know, sir.

And what is the difference between monkswood and wolfsbane? HARRY

I don"t know sir.

Pity. Clearly fame isn"t everything. Is it Mr. Potter?

Eye of rabbit, harp sting hum, turn this water into rum... Eye of rabbit harp sting hum, turn this water into rum. HARRY

What"s Seamus trying to do to that glass of water? RON WEASLEY

Turn it to rum. Actually he managed to make weak tea yesterday, before--- Ah, mail"s here. HARRY

Can I burrow this? Thanks.

Hey look! Neville"s got a Remembrall. HERMIONE

I"ve read about those. When the smoke turns red it means you"ve forgotten something. NEVILLE

The only problem is I can"t remember what I have forgotten. HARRY

Hey Ron, somebody broke into Gringotts. Listen: "Believed to be the work of Dark wizards or witches unknown, Gringotts goblins were acknowledging the breach insist nothing was taken. The vault in question number 713 had been emptied earlier that very same day." That"s odd. That"s the vault Hagrid and I went to.

Good afternoon, class.

Good afternoon Madame Hooch.

Good afternoon Amanda, good afternoon. Welcome to your first flying lesson. Well what are you waiting for? Everyone step up to the left side of their broomstick. Come on now, hurry up. Stick your right hand over the broom and say up. H & OTHS

UP! Ow! Shut up Harry.

Now once you"ve got hold of your broom, I want you to mount it. Grip it tight. You don"t wanna be sliding off the end. When I blow my whistle, I want each of you to kick off from the ground, hard. Keep your broom steady, hover for a moment, then lean forward slightly and touch back down. On my whistle. Three, two... Mr. Longbottom. Mr. Mr. Mr. Longbottom! OTHS

Одиннадцатилетний мальчик-сирота Гарри Поттер живет в семье своей тетки и даже не подозревает, что он - настоящий волшебник. Но однажды прилетает сова с письмом для него, и жизнь Гарри Поттера изменяется навсегда. Он узнает, что зачислен в Школу Чародейства и Волшебства, выясняет правду о загадочной смерти своих родителей, а в результате ему удается раскрыть секрет философского камня. У нас на сайте вы можете бесплатно читать книгу "Гарри Поттер и философский камень" на английском языке онлайн, а также на русском. Также вы можете скачать книгу на русском или англйском языке. Те, кто не очень любит читать, могут скачать и послушать аудиокнигу "Гарри Поттер и философский камень" Желаем приятного чтения!

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Chapter 1 The Boy Who Lived

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you"d expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn"t hold with such nonsense.

Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills. He was a big, beefy man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning over garden fences, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.

The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn"t think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley"s sister, but they hadn"t met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn"t have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn"t want Dudley mixing with a child like that.

When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull, gray Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr. Dursley hummed as he picked out his most boring tie for work, and Mrs. Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled a screaming Dudley into his high chair.

None of them noticed a large, tawny owl flutter past the window.

At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum and throwing his cereal at the walls.

"Little tyke," chortled Mr. Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four"s drive.

It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar -- a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr. Dursley didn"t realize what he had seen -- then he jerked his head around to look again. There was a tabby cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn"t a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr. Dursley blinked and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr. Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive -- no, looking at the sign; cats couldn"t read maps or signs. Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove toward town he thought of nothing except a large order of drills he was hoping to get that day.

But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn"t help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks. Mr. Dursley couldn"t bear people who dressed in funny clothes -- the getups you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel and his eyes fell on a huddle of these weirdos standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr. Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren"t young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green cloak! The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt -- these people were obviously collecting for something. . . yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived in the Grunnings parking lot, his mind back on drills.

Mr. Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn"t, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn"t see the owls swooping past in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed open-mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead. Most of them had never seen an owl even at nighttime. Mr. Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good mood until lunchtime, when he thought he"d stretch his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun from the bakery.

He"d forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker"s. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn"t know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn"t see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.

"The Potters, that"s right, that"s what I heard--"

"-- yes, their son, Harry--"

Mr. Dursley stopped dead. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.

He dashed back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped at his secretary not to disturb him, seized his telephone, and had almost finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his mustache, thinking. . . no, he was being stupid. Potter wasn"t such an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had a son called Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn"t even sure his nephew was called Harry. He"d never even seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold. There was no point in worrying Mrs. Dursley; she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn"t blame her -- if he"d had a sister like that. . . but all the same, those people in cloaks. . .

He found it a lot harder to concentrate on drills that afternoon and when he left the building at five o"clock, he was still so worried that he walked straight into someone just outside the door.

"Sorry," he grunted, as the tiny old man stumbled and almost fell. It was a few seconds before Mr. Dursley realized that the man was wearing a violet cloak. He didn"t seem at all upset at being almost knocked to the ground. On the contrary, his face split into a wide smile and he said in a squeaky voice that made passersby stare, "Don"t be sorry, my dear sir, for nothing could upset me today! Rejoice, for You-Know-Who has gone at last! Even Muggles like yourself should be celebrating, this happy, happy day!"

And the old man hugged Mr. Dursley around the middle and walked off.

Mr. Dursley stood rooted to the spot. He had been hugged by a complete stranger. He also thought he had been called a Muggle, whatever that was. He was rattled. He hurried to his car and set off for home, hoping he was imagining things, which he had never hoped before, because he didn"t approve of imagination.

As he pulled into the driveway of number four, the first thing he saw -- and it didn"t improve his mood -- was the tabby cat he"d spotted that morning. It was now sitting on his garden wall. He was sure it was the same one; it had the same markings around its eyes.

"Shoo!" said Mr. Dursley loudly.

The cat didn"t move. It just gave him a stern look. Was this normal cat behavior? Mr. Dursley wondered. Trying to pull himself together, he let himself into the house. He was still determined not to mention anything to his wife.

Mrs. Dursley had had a nice, normal day. She told him over dinner all about Mrs. Next Door"s problems with her daughter and how Dudley had learned a new word ("Won"t!"). Mr. Dursley tried to act normally. When Dudley had been put to bed, he went into the living room in time to catch the last report on the evening news:

"And finally, bird-watchers eve

Rywhere have reported that the nation"s owls have been behaving very unusually today. Although owls normally hunt at night and are hardly ever seen in daylight, there have been hundreds of sightings of these birds flying in every direction since sunrise. Experts are unable to explain why the owls have suddenly changed their sleeping pattern. " The newscaster allowed himself a grin. "Most mysterious. And now, over to Jim McGuffin with the weather. Going to be any more showers of owls tonight, Jim?"

"Well, Ted," said the weatherman, "I don"t know about that, but it"s not only the owls that have been acting oddly today. Viewers as far apart as Kent, Yorkshire, and Dundee have been phoning in to tell me that instead of the rain I promised yesterday, they"ve had a downpour of shooting stars! Perhaps people have been celebrating Bonfire Night early -- it"s not until next week, folks! But I can promise a wet night tonight. "

Mr. Dursley sat frozen in his armchair. Shooting stars all over Britain? Owls flying by daylight? Mysterious people in cloaks all over the place? And a whisper, a whisper about the Potters. . .

Mrs. Dursley came into the living room carrying two cups of tea. It was no good. He"d have to say something to her. He cleared his throat nervously. "Er -- Petunia, dear -- you haven"t heard from your sister lately, have you?"

As he had expected, Mrs. Dursley looked shocked and angry. After all, they normally pretended she didn"t have a sister.

"No," she said sharply. "Why?"

"Funny stuff on the news," Mr. Dursley mumbled. "Owls. . . shooting stars. . . and there were a lot of funny-looking people in town today. . . "

"So?" snapped Mrs. Dursley.

"Well, I just thought. . . maybe. . . it was something to do with. . . you know. . . her crowd. "

Mrs. Dursley sipped her tea through pursed lips. Mr. Dursley wondered whether he dared tell her he"d heard the name "Potter. " He decided he didn"t dare. Instead he said, as casually as he could, "Their son -- he"d be about Dudley"s age now, wouldn"t he?"

"I suppose so," said Mrs. Dursley stiffly.

"What"s his name again? Howard, isn"t it?"

"Harry. Nasty, common name, if you ask me. "

"Oh, yes," said Mr. Dursley, his heart sinking horribly. "Yes, I quite agree. "

He didn"t say another word on the subject as they went upstairs to bed. While Mrs. Dursley was in the bathroom, Mr. Dursley crept to the bedroom window and peered down into the front garden. The cat was still there. It was staring down Privet Drive as though it were waiting for something.

Was he imagining things? Could all this have anything to do with the Potters? If it did. . . if it got out that they were related to a pair of -- well, he didn"t think he could bear it.

The Dursleys got into bed. Mrs. Dursley fell asleep quickly but Mr. Dursley lay awake, turning it all over in his mind. His last, comforting thought before he fell asleep was that even if the Potters were involved, there was no reason for them to come near him and Mrs. Dursley. The Potters knew very well what he and Petunia thought about them and their kind. . . He couldn"t see how he and Petunia could get mixed up in anything that might be going on -- he yawned and turned over -- it couldn"t affect them. . .

How very wrong he was.

Mr. Dursley might have been drifting into an uneasy sleep, but the cat on the wall outside was showing no sign of sleepiness. It was sitting as still as a statue, its eyes fixed unblinkingly on the far corner of Privet Drive. It didn"t so much as quiver when a car door slammed on the next street, nor when two owls swooped overhead. In fact, it was nearly midnight before the cat moved at all.

A man appeared on the corner the cat had been watching, appeared so suddenly and silently you"d have thought he"d just popped out of the ground. The cat"s tail twitched and its eyes narrowed.

Nothing like this man had ever been seen on Privet Drive. He was tall, thin, and very old, judging by the silver of his hair and beard, which were both long enough to tuck into his belt. He was wearing long robes, a purple cloak that swept the ground, and high-heeled, buckled boots. His blue eyes were light, bright, and sparkling behind half-moon spectacles and his nose was very long and crooked, as though it had been broken at least twice. This man"s name was Albus Dumbledore.

Albus Dumbledore didn"t seem to realize that he had just arrived in a street where everything from his name to his boots was unwelcome. He was busy rummaging in his cloak, looking for something. But he did seem to realize he was being watched, because he looked up suddenly at the cat, which was still staring at him from the other end of the street. For some reason, the sight of the cat seemed to amuse him. He chuckled and muttered, "I should have known. "

He found what he was looking for in his inside pocket. It seemed to be a silver cigarette lighter. He flicked it open, held it up in the air, and clicked it. The nearest street lamp went out with a little pop. He clicked it again -- the next lamp flickered into darkness. Twelve times he clicked the Put-Outer, until the only lights left on the whole street were two tiny pinpricks in the distance, which were the eyes of the cat watching him. If anyone looked out of their window now, even beady-eyed Mrs. Dursley, they wouldn"t be able to see anything that was happening down on the pavement. Dumbledore slipped the Put-Outer back inside his cloak and set off down the street toward number four, where he sat down on the wall next to the cat. He didn"t look at it, but after a moment he spoke to it.

"Fancy seeing you here, Professor McGonagall. "

He turned to smile at the tabby, but it had gone. Instead he was smiling at a rather severe-looking woman who was wearing square glasses exactly the shape of the markings the cat had had around its eyes. She, too, was wearing a cloak, an emerald one. Her black hair was drawn into a tight bun. She looked distinctly ruffled.

"How did you know it was me?" she asked.

"My dear Professor, I"ve never seen a cat sit so stiffly. "

"You"d be stiff if you"d been sitting on a brick wall all day," said Professor McGonagall.

"All day? When you could have been celebrating? I must have passed a dozen feasts and parties on my way here. "

Professor McGonagall sniffed angrily.

"Oh yes, I"ve celebrating, all right," she said impatiently. "You"d think they"d be a bit more careful, but no -- even the Muggles have noticed something"s going on. It was on their news. " She jerked her head back at the Dursleys" dark living-room window. "I heard it. Flocks of owls. . . shooting stars. . . Well, they"re not completely stupid. They were bound to notice something. Shooting stars down in Kent -- I"ll bet that was Dedalus Diggle. He never had much sense. "

"You can"t blame them," said Dumbledore gently. "We"ve had precious little to celebrate for eleven years. "

"I know that," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "But that"s no reason to lose our heads. People are being downright careless, out on the streets in broad daylight, not even dressed in Muggle clothes, swapping rumors. "

She threw a sharp, sideways glance at Dumbledore here, as though hoping he was going to tell her something, but he didn"t, so she went on. "A fine thing it would be if, on the very day You-Know-Who seems to have disappeared at last, the Muggles found out about us all. I suppose he really has gone, Dumbledore?"

"It certainly seems so," said Dumbledore. "We have much to be thankful for. Would you care for a lemon drop?"

"A lemon drop. They"re a kind of Muggle sweet I"m rather fond of. "

"No, thank you," said Professor McGonagall coldly, as though she didn"t think this was the moment for lemon drops. "As I say, even if You-Know-Who has gone--"

"My dear Professor, surely a sensible person like yourself can call him by his name? All this "You-Know-Who" nonsense -- for eleven years I have been trying to persuade people to call him by his proper name: Voldemort. " Professor McGonagall flinched, but Dumbledore, who was unsticking two lemon drops, seemed not to notice. "It all gets so confusing if we keep saying "You-Know-Who. " I have never seen any reason to be frightened of saying Voldemort"s

"I know you haven"t, said Professor McGonagall, sounding half exasperated, half admiring. "But you"re different. Everyone knows you"re the only one You-Know- oh, all right, Voldemort, was frightened of. "

"You flatter me," said Dumbledore calmly. "Voldemort had powers I will never have. "

"Only because you"re too -- well -- noble to use them. "

"It"s lucky it"s dark. I haven"t blushed so much since Madam Pomfrey told me she liked my new earmuffs. "

Professor McGonagall shot a sharp look at Dumbledore and said "The owls are nothing next to the rumors that are flying around. You know what they"re saying? About why he"s disappeared? About what finally stopped him?"

It seemed that Professor McGonagall had reached the point she was most anxious to discuss, the real reason she had been waiting on a cold, hard wall all day, for neither as a cat nor as a woman had she fixed Dumbledore with such a piercing stare as she did now. It was plain that whatever "everyone" was saying, she was not going to believe it until Dumbledore told her it was true. Dumbledore, however, was choosing another lemon drop and did not answer.

"What they"re saying," she pressed on, "is that last night Voldemort turned up in Godric"s Hollow. He went to find the Potters. The rumor is that Lily and James Potter are -- are -- that they"re -- dead. "

Dumbledore bowed his head. Professor McGonagall gasped.

"Lily and James. . . I can"t believe it. . . I didn"t want to believe it. . . Oh, Albus. . . "

Dumbledore reached out and patted her on the shoulder. "I know. . . I know. . . " he said heavily.

Professor McGonagall"s voice trembled as she went on. "That"s not all. They"re saying he tried to kill the Potter"s son, Harry. But he couldn"t. He couldn"t kill that little boy. No one knows why, or how, but they"re saying that when he couldn"t kill Harry Potter, Voldemort"s power somehow broke -- and that"s why he"s gone. "

Dumbledore nodded glumly.

"It"s -- it"s true ?" faltered Professor McGonagall. "After all he"s done. . . all the people he"s killed. . . he couldn"t kill a little boy? It"s just astounding. . . of all the things to stop him. . . but how in the name of heaven did Harry survive?"

"We can only guess," said Dumbledore. "We may never know. "

Professor McGonagall pulled out a lace handkerchief and dabbed at her eyes beneath her spectacles. Dumbledore gave a great sniff as he took a golden watch from his pocket and examined it. It was a very odd watch. It had twelve hands but no numbers; instead, little planets were moving around the edge. It must have made sense to Dumbledore, though, because he put it back in his pocket and said, "Hagrid"s late. I suppose it was he who told you I"d be here, by the way?"

"Yes," said Professor McGonagall. "And I don"t suppose you"re going to tell me why you"re here, of all places?"

"I"ve come to bring Harry to his aunt and uncle. They"re the only family he has left now. "

"You don"t mean - you can"t mean the people who live here ?" cried Professor McGonagall, jumping to her feet and pointing at number four. "Dumbledore -- you can"t. I"ve been watching them all day. You couldn"t find two people who are less like us. And they"ve got this son -- I saw him kicking his mother all the way up the street, screaming for sweets. Harry Potter come and live here!"

"It"s the best place for him," said Dumbledore firmly. "His aunt and uncle will be able to explain everything to him when he"s older. I"ve written them a letter. "

"A letter?" repeated Professor McGonagall faintly, sitting back down on the wall. "Really, Dumbledore, you think you can explain all this in a letter? These people will never understand him! He"ll be famous -- a legend -- I wouldn"t be surprised if today was known as Harry Potter day in the future -- there will be books written about Harry -- every child in our world will know his name!"

"Exactly. " said Dumbledore, looking very seriously over the top of his half-moon glasses. "It would be enough to turn any boy"s head. Famous before he can walk and talk! Famous for something he won"t even remember! Can you see how much better off he"ll be, growing up away from all that until he"s ready to take it?"

Professor McGonagall opened her mouth, changed her mind, swallowed, and then said, "Yes -- yes, you"re right, of course. But how is the boy getting here, Dumbledore?" She eyed his cloak suddenly as though she thought he might be hiding Harry underneath it.

"Hagrid"s bringing him. "

"You think it -- wise -- to trust Hagrid with something as important as this?"

"I would trust Hagrid with my life," said Dumbledore.

"I"m not saying his heart isn"t in the right place," said Professor McGonagall grudgingly, "but you can"t pretend he"s not careless. He does tend to -- what was that?"

A low rumbling sound had broken the silence around them. It grew steadily louder as they looked up and down the street for some sign of a headlight; it swelled to a roar as they both looked up at the sky -- and a huge motorcycle fell out of the air and landed on the road in front of them.

If the motorcycle was huge, it was nothing to the man sitting astride it. He was almost twice as tall as a normal man and at least five times as wide. He looked simply too big to be allowed, and so wild -- long tangles of bushy black hair and beard hid most of his face, he had hands the size of trash can lids, and his feet in their leather boots were like baby dolphins. In his vast, muscular arms he was holding a bundle of blankets.

"Hagrid," said Dumbledore, sounding relieved. "At last. And where did you get that motorcycle?"

"Borrowed it, Professor Dumbledore, sir," said the giant, climbing carefully off the motorcycle as he spoke. "Young Sirius Black lent it to me. I"ve got him, sir. "

"No problems, were there?"

"No, sir -- house was almost destroyed, but I got him out all right before the Muggles started swarmin" around. He fell asleep as we was flyin" over Bristol. "

Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall bent forward over the bundle of blankets. Inside, just visible, was a baby boy, fast asleep. Under a tuft of jet-black hair over his forehead they could see a curiously shaped cut, like a bolt of lightning.

"Is that where -- ?" whispered Professor McGonagall.

"Yes," said Dumbledore. "He"ll have that scar forever. "

"Couldn"t you do something about it, Dumbledore?"

"Even if I could, I wouldn"t. Scars can come in handy. I have one myself above my left knee that is a perfect map of the London Underground. Well -- give him here, Hagrid -- we"d better get this over with. "

Dumbledore took Harry in his arms and turned toward the Dursleys" house.

"Could I -- could I say good-bye to him, sir?" asked Hagrid. He bent his great, shaggy head over Harry and gave him what must have been a very scratchy, whiskery kiss. Then, suddenly, Hagrid let out a howl like a wounded dog.

"Shhh!" hissed Professor McGonagall, "You"ll wake the Muggles!"

"S-s-sorry," sobbed Hagrid, taking out a large, spotted handkerchief and burying his face in it. "But I c-c-can"t stand it -- Lily an" James dead -- an" poor little Harry off ter live with Muggles--"

"Yes, yes, it"s all very sad, but get a grip on yourself, Hagrid, or we"ll be found," Professor McGonagall whispered, patting Hagrid gingerly on the arm as Dumbledore stepped over the low garden wall and walked to the front door. He laid Harry gently on the doorstep, took a letter out of his cloak, tucked it inside Harry"s blankets, and then came back to the other two. For a full minute the three of them stood and looked at the little bundle; Hagrid"s shoulders shook, Professor McGonagall blinked furiously, and the twinkling light that usually shone from Dumbledore"s eyes seemed to have gone out.

"Well," said Dumbledore finally, "that"s that. We"ve no business staying here. We may as well go and join the celebrations. "

"Yeah," said Hagrid in a very muffled voice, "I"ll be takin" Sirius his bike back. G"night, Professor McGonagall -- Professor Dumbledore, sir. "

Wiping his streaming eyes on his jacket sleeve, Hagrid swung himself onto the motorcy

Cle and kicked the engine into life; with a roar it rose into the air and off into the night.

"I shall see you soon, I expect, Professor McGonagall," said Dumbledore, nodding to her. Professor McGonagall blew her nose in reply.

Dumbledore turned and walked back down the street. On the corner he stopped and took out the silver Put-Outer. He clicked it once, and twelve balls of light sped back to their street lamps so that Privet Drive glowed suddenly orange and he could make out a tabby cat slinking around the corner at the other end of the street. He could just see the bundle of blankets on the step of number four.

"Good luck, Harry," he murmured. He turned on his heel and with a swish of his cloak, he was gone.

A breeze ruffled the neat hedges of Privet Drive, which lay silent and tidy under the inky sky, the very last place you would expect astonishing things to happen. Harry Potter rolled over inside his blankets without waking up. One small hand closed on the letter beside him and he slept on, not knowing he was special, not knowing he was famous, not knowing he would be woken in a few hours" time by Mrs. Dursley"s scream as she opened the front door to put out the milk bottles, nor that he would spend the next few weeks being prodded and pinched by his cousin Dudley. . . He couldn"t know that at this very moment, people meeting in secret all over the country were holding up their glasses and saying in hushed voices: "To Harry Potter -- the boy who lived!"

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Книги Гарри Поттера на английском для поклонников произведения

Даже талантливый перевод не всегда способен передать всё очарование книги. В интернет-магазине «сайт» представлена серия из семи томов, написанная на родном языке автора. В американском издании вы не найдёте полную версию произведения, в то время как у нас представлены книги Гарри Поттера на английском в оригинальном исполнении. У вас есть шанс прочесть книгу «из первых рук»!

Если ваши дети изучают иностранный язык, или вы сами стремитесь его освоить, купить книги Гарри Поттера на английском в оригинале в Москве по лояльной стоимости станет превосходным решением. Работать с таким материалом полезно вдвойне. На первой странице каждого тома представлена карта волшебного замка Хогвартс, школы магии, куда Гарри попал в свой одиннадцатый День рождения, распрощавшись с нелюбимыми родственниками, которые терпеть не могли Гарри Поттера.

Волшебная палочка, белая сова, платформа «девять и три четверти», недосягаемая для простых людей, и красный поезд, в купе которого Гарри впервые увидит верных друзей и некоторых врагов – об этом предлагаем прочесть так, как написала сама Джоан Роулинг.

Заказывайте книги Гарри Поттера на английском в оригинале, цена в интернет-магазине «Potterman» станет приятной неожиданностью! Для вас – выгодные условия покупки и доставки печатной продукции, а также магических сувениров и атрибутов.