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

“Get out of the way,” said Harry quietly.
“You’re going to stay here and explain how my son —”
“If you don’t get out of the way I’m going to jinx you,” said Harry, raising the wand.
<…>. “I know you’re not allowed to use it outside that madhouse you call a school!”
“The madhouse has chucked me out,” said Harry. “So I can do whatever I like.

But at that precise moment a screech owl swooped in through the kitchen window. Narrowly missing the top of Uncle Vernon’s head, it soared across the kitchen, dropped the large parchment envelope it was carrying in its beak at Harry’s feet, and turned gracefully, the tips of its wings just brushing the top of the fridge, then zoomed outside again and off across the garden.

“What did he do to you, Diddy?” <…>. “Was it — was it you-know-what, darling? Did he use — his thing?”
Slowly, tremulously, Dudley nodded.

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 . . .