哈利波特与魔法石
Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense.
Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills（钻头）. He was a big, beefy（结实的） man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning（伸长脖子） over garden fences（栅栏）, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing（废物） husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered（发抖的） to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that.
When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull（无聊的）, gray Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr. Dursley hummed（小声哼歌） as he picked out his most boring tie for work, and Mrs. Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled（摔跤，搏斗） a screaming Dudley into his high chair.
None of them noticed a large, tawny（褐色的） owl flutter（摆动翅膀） past the window.
At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum（发脾气） and throwing his cereal（谷物） at the walls.
“Little tyke（小野狗，乡下孩子）,” chortled（咯咯大笑） Mr. Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive.
It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar（特殊的） — a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr. Dursley didn't realize what he had seen — then he jerked（猛拉，肌肉抽搐） his head around to look again. There was a tabby（斑猫，平纹） cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr. Dursley blinked（眨眼） and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr. Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive — no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs. Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove toward town he thought of nothing except a large order of（一笔大订单） drills he was hoping to get that day.
But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks（斗篷）. Mr. Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes — the getups（服饰，样式） you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed（大力争取，击鼓） his fingers on the steering wheel（方向盘） and his eyes fell on a huddle（混乱，拥挤不堪） of these weirdos（古怪的人） standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr. Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green（翡翠绿的） cloak! The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt（噱头） — these people were obviously collecting for something… yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived in the Grunnings parking lot, his mind back on drills.
Mr. Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swooping（猛冲，俯冲） past in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed（凝视） open-mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead. Most of them had never seen an owl even at nighttime. Mr. Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good mood until lunchtime, when he thought he'd stretch（伸展，张开） his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun（圆面包） from the bakery.
He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.
“The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard—”
“— yes, their son, Harry—”
Mr. Dursley stopped dead（呆板的）. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.
He dashed（猛冲） back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped（突然折断，猛地关上） at his secretary not to disturb him, seized（抓住） his telephone, and had almost finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his mustache, thinking… no, he was being stupid. Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had a son called Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry. He'd never even seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold. There was no point in worrying Mrs. Dursley; she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn't blame her — if he'd had a sister like that… but all the same, those people in cloaks…
Mr. Dursley was the director of a firm called Grunnings, which made drills（钻头）. He was a big, beefy（结实的） man with hardly any neck, although he did have a very large mustache. Mrs. Dursley was thin and blonde and had nearly twice the usual amount of neck, which came in very useful as she spent so much of her time craning（伸长脖子） over garden fences（栅栏）, spying on the neighbors. The Dursleys had a small son called Dudley and in their opinion there was no finer boy anywhere.
The Dursleys had everything they wanted, but they also had a secret, and their greatest fear was that somebody would discover it. They didn't think they could bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Potter was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they hadn't met for several years; in fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended she didn't have a sister, because her sister and her good-for-nothing（废物） husband were as unDursleyish as it was possible to be. The Dursleys shuddered（发抖的） to think what the neighbors would say if the Potters arrived in the street. The Dursleys knew that the Potters had a small son, too, but they had never even seen him. This boy was another good reason for keeping the Potters away; they didn't want Dudley mixing with a child like that.
When Mr. and Mrs. Dursley woke up on the dull（无聊的）, gray Tuesday our story starts, there was nothing about the cloudy sky outside to suggest that strange and mysterious things would soon be happening all over the country. Mr. Dursley hummed（小声哼歌） as he picked out his most boring tie for work, and Mrs. Dursley gossiped away happily as she wrestled（摔跤，搏斗） a screaming Dudley into his high chair.
None of them noticed a large, tawny（褐色的） owl flutter（摆动翅膀） past the window.
At half past eight, Mr. Dursley picked up his briefcase, pecked Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and tried to kiss Dudley good-bye but missed, because Dudley was now having a tantrum（发脾气） and throwing his cereal（谷物） at the walls.
“Little tyke（小野狗，乡下孩子）,” chortled（咯咯大笑） Mr. Dursley as he left the house. He got into his car and backed out of number four's drive.
It was on the corner of the street that he noticed the first sign of something peculiar（特殊的） — a cat reading a map. For a second, Mr. Dursley didn't realize what he had seen — then he jerked（猛拉，肌肉抽搐） his head around to look again. There was a tabby（斑猫，平纹） cat standing on the corner of Privet Drive, but there wasn't a map in sight. What could he have been thinking of? It must have been a trick of the light. Mr. Dursley blinked（眨眼） and stared at the cat. It stared back. As Mr. Dursley drove around the corner and up the road, he watched the cat in his mirror. It was now reading the sign that said Privet Drive — no, looking at the sign; cats couldn't read maps or signs. Mr. Dursley gave himself a little shake and put the cat out of his mind. As he drove toward town he thought of nothing except a large order of（一笔大订单） drills he was hoping to get that day.
But on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks（斗篷）. Mr. Dursley couldn't bear people who dressed in funny clothes — the getups（服饰，样式） you saw on young people! He supposed this was some stupid new fashion. He drummed（大力争取，击鼓） his fingers on the steering wheel（方向盘） and his eyes fell on a huddle（混乱，拥挤不堪） of these weirdos（古怪的人） standing quite close by. They were whispering excitedly together. Mr. Dursley was enraged to see that a couple of them weren't young at all; why, that man had to be older than he was, and wearing an emerald-green（翡翠绿的） cloak! The nerve of him! But then it struck Mr. Dursley that this was probably some silly stunt（噱头） — these people were obviously collecting for something… yes, that would be it. The traffic moved on and a few minutes later, Mr. Dursley arrived in the Grunnings parking lot, his mind back on drills.
Mr. Dursley always sat with his back to the window in his office on the ninth floor. If he hadn't, he might have found it harder to concentrate on drills that morning. He didn't see the owls swooping（猛冲，俯冲） past in broad daylight, though people down in the street did; they pointed and gazed（凝视） open-mouthed as owl after owl sped overhead. Most of them had never seen an owl even at nighttime. Mr. Dursley, however, had a perfectly normal, owl-free morning. He yelled at five different people. He made several important telephone calls and shouted a bit more. He was in a very good mood until lunchtime, when he thought he'd stretch（伸展，张开） his legs and walk across the road to buy himself a bun（圆面包） from the bakery.
He'd forgotten all about the people in cloaks until he passed a group of them next to the baker's. He eyed them angrily as he passed. He didn't know why, but they made him uneasy. This bunch were whispering excitedly, too, and he couldn't see a single collecting tin. It was on his way back past them, clutching a large doughnut in a bag, that he caught a few words of what they were saying.
“The Potters, that's right, that's what I heard—”
“— yes, their son, Harry—”
Mr. Dursley stopped dead（呆板的）. Fear flooded him. He looked back at the whisperers as if he wanted to say something to them, but thought better of it.
He dashed（猛冲） back across the road, hurried up to his office, snapped（突然折断，猛地关上） at his secretary not to disturb him, seized（抓住） his telephone, and had almost finished dialing his home number when he changed his mind. He put the receiver back down and stroked his mustache, thinking… no, he was being stupid. Potter wasn't such an unusual name. He was sure there were lots of people called Potter who had a son called Harry. Come to think of it, he wasn't even sure his nephew was called Harry. He'd never even seen the boy. It might have been Harvey. Or Harold. There was no point in worrying Mrs. Dursley; she always got so upset at any mention of her sister. He didn't blame her — if he'd had a sister like that… but all the same, those people in cloaks…
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