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

Не жалей умерших, Гарри. Жалей живых, и особенно тех, кто живёт без любви.

they were still gazing avidly at him. He felt very conscious of the fact that he had not combed his hair for four days.

“Take these straight to Sirius, Ron, and Hermione and don’t come back here without good long replies. Keep pecking them till they’ve written decent-length answers if you’ve got to. Understand?”
Hedwig gave a muffled hooting noise, beak still full of frog.

Why was everyone treating him like some naughty kid? Don’t do any more magic, stay in the house. . . .

and I’ve had enough — OWLS!”

His head was beginning to ache again. He wanted more than anything to get out of the kitchen, away from the Dursleys.

though his fears were by no means banished. Everything seemed to hang on this hearing on the twelfth of August.

“So — so — they — er — they — er — they actually exist, do they — er — dementy-whatsits?”
Aunt Petunia nodded.
Uncle Vernon looked from Aunt Petunia to Dudley to Harry as if hoping somebody was going to shout “April Fool!”

“It wasn’t me! It was a couple of dementors!”
<…>“And what the ruddy hell are dementors?”
“They guard the wizard prison, Azkaban,” said Aunt Petunia.
Two seconds’ ringing silence followed these words and then Aunt Petunia clapped her hand over her mouth as though she had let slip a disgusting swear word. Uncle Vernon was goggling at her. Harry’s brain reeled. Mrs. Figg was one thing — but Aunt Petunia?

“The second one was from my friend Ron’s dad, he works at the Ministry.”
“Ministry of Magic?” bellowed Uncle Vernon. “People like you in government? Oh this explains everything, everything, no wonder the country’s going to the dogs . . .”