| P.S. Если захочешь связаться со мной, я буду у Рона Уэсли до конца лета. Его папа достал билеты на финал квидишного кубка! |
| The letter finished, he tied it to Hedwig's leg; she kept unusually still, as though determined to show him how a real post owl should behave. | Закончив письмо, он привязал его к лапке Хедвиги; та держалась на удивление спокойно, будто задавшись целью показать, как должна себя вести настоящая почтовая сова. |
| "I'll be at Ron's when you get back, all right?" Harry told her. | - Возвращайся к Рону, я буду у него. Хорошо?- объяснил ей Г арри. |
| She nipped his finger affectionately, then, with a soft swooshing noise, spread her enormous wings and soared out of the open window. | Она любовно ущипнула его за палец, а затем с мягким шелестом расправила огромные крылья и бесшумно вылетела в окно. |
| Harry watched her out of sight, then crawled under his bed, wrenched up the loose floorboard, and pulled out a large chunk of birthday cake. He sat there on the floor eating it, savoring the happiness that was flooding through him. He had cake, and Dudley had nothing but grapefruit; it was a bright summer's day, he would be leaving Privet Drive | Гарри проводил её взглядом, а потом заполз под кровать, отодвинул неприбитую половицу и достал большой кусок именинного пирога. Он ел, сидя на полу, и его переполняло ощущение небывалого счастья. Он ест пирог, а Дурслеи -только грейпфрут; сегодня солнечный летний день, завтра он уедет с Бирючиновой аллеи, |
| tomorrow, his scar felt perfectly normal again, and he was going to watch the Quidditch World Cup. It was hard, just now, to feel worried about anything -even Lord Voldemort. | шрам больше не болит, и он увидит финал. Сейчас было почти невозможно испытывать беспокойство - даже по поводу Лорда Вольдеморта. |
| CHAPTER FOUR | Глава четвертая |
| BACK TO THE BURROW | ВОЗВРАЩЕНИЕ В ПРИСТАНИЩЕ |
| By twelve o'clock the next day, Harry's school trunk was packed with his school things and all his most prized possessions - the Invisibility Cloak he had inherited from his father, the broomstick he had gotten from Sirius, the enchanted map of Hogwarts he had been given by Fred and George Weasley last year. He had emptied his hiding place under the loose floorboard of all food, double-checked every nook and cranny of his bedroom for forgotten spellbooks or quills, and taken down the chart on the wall counting down the days to September the first, on which he liked to cross off the days remaining until his return to Hogwarts. |
