Harry Potter: The Complete Series (комплект из 7 книг)

he was still very green and clammy looking.

“Wait!” Harry shouted after her; he had a million questions to ask anyone who was in contact with Dumbledore; but within seconds Mrs. Figg was swallowed by the darkness. Scowling, Harry readjusted Dudley on his shoulder and made his slow, painful way up number four’s garden path.

“Hang on, don’t go yet! I want to know —”
But Mrs. Figg had already set off at a trot, carpet slippers flopping, string bag clanking.

“What are you going to do?” asked Harry quickly.
“I’m going straight home,” said Mrs. Figg, staring around the dark street and shuddering.

Right . . . get inside and stay there,” she said as they reached number four. “I expect someone will be in touch with you soon enough.”

“So,” Harry panted, “Dumbledore’s . . . been having . . . me followed?”

Well, it’s no good crying over spilled potion, I suppose . . .

“I’ll take you to the door,” said Mrs. Figg,

“Oh my dear, I wish it were so but I’m afraid —

but Dudley seemed to have lost all desire for independent movement. <…>, his large feet dragging along the ground.