-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джоан Роулинг
-
- Гарри Поттер и Кубок огня
-
- Стр. 23/658
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
I
will
not
be
spoken
to
like
that
!
"
said
Uncle
Vernon
,
trembling
with
rage
.
But
Harry
was
n'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
was
n't
following
Dudley
's
diet
,
and
he
was
n'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
ca
n'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
.
"
He
had
done
it
,
he
had
said
the
magic
words
.
Now
he
watched
the
purple
recede
blotchily
from
Uncle
Vernon
's
face
,
making
it
look
like
badly
mixed
black
currant
ice
cream
.
"
You
're
-
you
're
writing
to
him
,
are
you
?
"
said
Uncle
Vernon
,
in
a
would-be
calm
voice
-
but
Harry
had
seen
the
pupils
of
his
tiny
eyes
contract
with
sudden
fear
.
"
Well
-
yeah
,
"
said
Harry
,
casually
.
"
It
's
been
a
while
since
he
heard
from
me
,
and
,
you
know
,
if
he
does
n't
he
might
start
thinking
something
's
wrong
.
"
He
stopped
there
to
enjoy
the
effect
of
these
words
.
He
could
almost
see
the
cogs
working
under
Uncle
Vernon
's
thick
,
dark
,
neatly
parted
hair
.
If
he
tried
to
stop
Harry
writing
to
Sirius
,
Sirius
would
think
Harry
was
being
mistreated
.
If
he
told
Harry
he
could
n't
go
to
the
Quidditch
World
Cup
,
Harry
would
write
and
tell
Sirius
,
who
would
know
Harry
was
being
mistreated
.
There
was
only
one
thing
for
Uncle
Vernon
to
do
.
Harry
could
see
the
conclusion
forming
in
his
uncle
's
mind
as
though
the
great
mustached
face
were
transparent
.
Harry
tried
not
to
smile
,
to
keep
his
own
face
as
blank
as
possible
.
And
then
-
"
Well
,
all
right
then
.
You
can
go
to
this
ruddy
...
this
stupid
...
this
World
Cup
thing
.
You
write
and
tell
these
-
these
Weasleys
they
're
to
pick
you
up
,
mind
.
I
have
n't
got
time
to
go
dropping
you
off
all
over
the
country
.
And
you
can
spend
the
rest
of
the
summer
there
.
And
you
can
tell
your
-
your
godfather
...
tell
him
...
tell
him
you
're
going
.
"
"
Okay
then
,
"
said
Harry
brightly
.
He
turned
and
walked
toward
the
living
room
door
,
fighting
the
urge
to
jump
into
the
air
and
whoop
.
He
was
going
...
he
was
going
to
the
Weasleys
'
,
he
was
going
to
watch
the
Quidditch
World
Cup
!
