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| "What does she mean, 'the normal way'?" he spat. | - Что она хочет сказать, “нормальным способом ”? - выплюнул он. |
| "Normal for us," said Harry, and before his uncle could stop him, he added, "you know, owl post. That's what's normal for wizards." | - Нормальным для нас, - сказал Гарри и, раньше чем дядя успел остановить его, добавил:- ну, знаете, совиной почтой. Это нормально для колдунов. |
| Uncle Vernon looked as outraged as if Harry had just uttered a disgusting swearword. Shaking with anger, he shot a nervous look through the window, as though expecting to see some of the neighbors with their ears pressed against the glass. | Дядя Вернон вознегодовал так, словно Гарри произнёс самое грязное на свете ругательство. Содрогаясь от гнева, он нервно стрельнул глазами в сторону окна, наверное, ожидая увидеть прижатые к стеклу уши соседей. |
| "How many times do I have to tell you not to mention that unnaturalness under my roof?" he hissed, his face now a rich plum color. "You stand | - Сколько раз тебе говорить, чтобы ты не упоминал о своей ненормальности в моём доме?- зашипел он. Его лицо приобрело оттенок |
| there, in the clothes Petunia and I have put on your ungrateful back -" | спелой сливы. - Стоишь передо мной в одежде, которую мы с Петунией тебе дали... |
| "Only after Dudley finished with them," said Harry coldly, and indeed, he was dressed in a sweatshirt so large for him that he had had to roll back the sleeves five times so as to be able to use his hands, and which fell past the knees of his extremely baggy jeans. | - После того, как Дудли доносил её до дыр, -холодно бросил Гарри. И в самом деле, на нём был свитер настолько большой, что рукава пришлось закатывать пять раз, прежде чем стало возможно что-то делать руками, и свисавший до колен невероятно мешковатых джинсов. |
| "I will not be spoken to like that!" said Uncle Vernon, trembling with rage. | - Я не позволяю тебе разговаривать со мной таким тоном! - заявил дядя Вернон, дрожа от ярости. |
| But Harry wasn't going to stand for this. Gone were the days when he had been forced to take every single one of the Dursleys' stupid rules. He wasn't following Dudley's diet, and he wasn't going to let Uncle Vernon stop him from going to the Quidditch World Cup, not if he could help it. Harry took a deep, steadying breath and then said, "Okay, I can't see the World Cup. Can I go now, then? Only I've got a letter to Sirius I want to finish. You know -my godfather." |
