Harry woke early the next morning.

Harry woke early the next morning. Although he could tell it was daylight, he kept his eyes shut tight.
It was a dream, he told himself firmly. I dreamed a giant called Hagrid came to tell me I was going to a school for wizards. When I open my eyes I’ll be at home in my cupboard.
There was suddenly a loud tapping noise.
And there’s Aunt Petunia knocking on the door, Harry thought, his heart sinking. But he still didn’t open his eyes. It had been such a good dream.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“All right,” Harry mumbled, “I’m getting up.”
He sat up and Hagrid’s heavy coat fell off him. The hut was full of sunlight, the storm was over, Hagrid himself was asleep on the collapsed sofa, and there was an owl rapping its claw on the window, a newspaper held in its beak.
Harry scrambled to his feet, so happy he felt as though a large balloon was swelling inside him. He went straight to the window and jerked it open. The owl swooped in and dropped the newspaper on top of Hagrid, who didn’t wake up. The owl then fluttered onto the floor and began to attack Hagrid’s coat.
“Don’t do that.”
Harry tried to wave the owl out of the way, but it snapped its beak fiercely at him and carried on savaging the coat.
“Hagrid!” said Harry loudly. “There’s an owl —”
“Pay him,” Hagrid grunted into the sofa.
“What?”
“He wants payin’ fer deliverin’ the paper. Look in the pockets.”
Hagrid’s coat seemed to be made of nothing but pockets — bunches of keys, slug pellets, balls of string, peppermint humbugs, teabags…finally, Harry pulled out a handful of strange-looking coins.
“Give him five Knuts,” said Hagrid sleepily.
“Knuts?”
“The little bronze ones.”
Harry counted out five little bronze coins, and the owl held out his leg so Harry could put the money into a small leather pouch tied to it. Then he flew off through the open window.
Hagrid yawned loudly, sat up, and stretched.
“Best be off, Harry, lots ter do today, gotta get up ter London an’ buy all yer stuff fer school.”
Harry was turning over the wizard coins and looking at them. He had just thought of something that made him feel as though the happy balloon inside him had got a puncture.
“Um — Hagrid?”
“Mm?” said Hagrid, who was pulling on his huge boots.
“I haven’t got any money — and you heard Uncle Vernon last night…he won’t pay for me to go and learn magic.”
“Don’t worry about that,” said Hagrid, standing up and scratching his head. “D’yeh think yer parents didn’t leave yeh anything?”
“But if their house was destroyed —”
“They didn’ keep their gold in the house, boy! Nah, first stop fer us is Gringotts. Wizards’ bank. Have a sausage, they’re not bad cold — an’ I wouldn’ say no teh a bit o’ yer birthday cake, neither.”
“Wizards have banks?”
“Just the one. Gringotts. Run by goblins.”
Harry dropped the bit of sausage he was holding.
“Goblins?”

Результаты (английский) 3:

第二天一早哈利就醒了。虽然他可以告诉这是白天，他不停地闭上眼睛。这是一个梦想，他坚定地告诉自己。我梦见一个叫Hagrid的巨人来告诉我，我要去一个巫师学校。当我睁开眼睛，我会在家里在我的柜子里。突然有一个响亮的敲击声。还有佩妮姨妈在敲门，Harry想，他的心沉。但他仍然没有打开他的眼睛。这是一个如此好的梦。水龙头。水龙头。水龙头。“好的，”Harry说，“我得到了。”他坐起来，Hagrid的厚外套从他身上掉下来了。小屋里充满了阳光，暴风雨已经过去，Hagrid自己在坍塌的沙发上睡着了，有只猫头鹰用爪子拍打在窗户上，嘴里衔着一份报纸。Harry爬上了他的脚，他感到很高兴，仿佛一个大气球在他里面膨胀。他径直走到窗前，猛地推开它。猫头鹰猛扑到Hagrid的报纸上，谁没有醒来。猫头鹰然后飞到地板上，开始攻击Hagrid的外套。“不要那样做。”Harry试图猫头鹰赶走，但它把它的喙狠狠的看着他，不断的外套。“Hagrid！Harry大声说。“有一只猫头鹰-”“给他，”Hagrid咕哝到沙发。“什么？““他要支付外汇储备进行的研究。看看口袋里。”Hagrid的外套似乎只有口袋成串的钥匙、金属球、球弦，薄荷硬糖，袋泡茶…最后，Harry掏出一把奇怪的硬币。“给他五纳特，”Hagrid说着。“纳特？““小青铜色的。”Harry数出了五个小的铜硬币，猫头鹰伸出了他的腿，所以Harry可以把钱放在一个小的皮革袋绑在它。然后他从开着的窗户飞了出去。海格大声打了个哈欠，坐了起来，伸。“最好的了，Harry，今天有很多事要做，要走了，在伦敦买点东西上学。”Harry把巫师的硬币翻过来，看着他们。他刚想到的东西，使他觉得好像他有一个快乐的气球有一个穿刺。“嗯- Hagrid？““嗯？Hagrid说，他正在拉着他那巨大的靴子。“我没有钱-你昨天晚上听到Uncle Vernon……他不会支付我去学习魔术。”“别担心，”Hagrid站起来，抓着他的头说。“你真的以为你父母没留给你什么吗？““但如果他们的房子被摧毁-”“他们没有把他们的金子在房子里，男孩！不，先停下来让我们是Gringotts。巫师银行。有一个香肠，他们不感冒的我也说没有这一点你的生日蛋糕，也没有。”“奇才有银行吗？““只是一个。Gringotts。由小妖精。”Harry放下了他手里拿的那一点香肠。“小妖精？“