《哈利波特》第一部第五讲1

"Who's there?" he shouted. "I warn you -- I'm
armed!"
There was a pause. Then - SMASH! The door was
hit with such force that it swung clean off its hinges
and with a deafening crash landed flat on the floor.
A giant of a man was standing in the doorway. His
face was almost completely hidden by a long,
shaggy mane of hair and a wild, tangled beard, but
you could make out his eyes, glinting like black

beetles under all the hair.

The giant squeezed his way into the hut, stooping
so that his head just brushed the ceiling. He bent
down, picked up the door, and fitted it easily back
into its frame. The noise of the storm outside
dropped a little. He turned to look at them all.
"Couldn't make us a cup o' tea, could yeh? It's not
been an easy journey..." He strode over to the sofa
where Dudley sat frozen with fear

Harry looked up at the giant. He meant to
say thank you, but the words got lost on the
way to his mouth, and what he said instead
was, "Who are you?"
The giant chuckled.
"True, I haven't introduced meself. Rubeus
Hagrid, Keeper of Keys and Grounds at
Hogwarts."
He held out an enormous hand and shook
Harry's whole arm

"Kept what from me?" said Harry eagerly. "STOP! I
FORBID YOU!" yelled Uncle Vernon in panic. Aunt
Petunia gave a gasp of horror.
"Ah, go boil yet heads, both of yeh," said Hagrid.
"Harry -- yet a wizard."
There was silence inside the hut. Only the sea and
the whistling wind could be heard.
"-- a what?" gasped Harry.
"A wizard, o' course," said Hagrid, sitting back down
on the sofa, which groaned and sank even lower,
"an' a thumpin' good'un, I'd say, once yeh've been
trained up a bit. With a mum an' dad like yours,
what else would yeh be? An' I reckon it's abou' time

yeh read yer letter.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY
Headmaster: ALBUS DUMBLEDORE
(Order of Merlin, First Class, Grand Sorc., Chf. Warlock,
Supreme Mugwump, International Confed. of Wizards)
Dear Mr. Potter,
We are pleased to inform you that you have been accepted
at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. Please find
enclosed a list of all necessary books and equipment.
Term begins on September 1. We await your owl by no later
than July 31. Yours sincerely,
Minerva McGonagall, Deputy Headmistress

"It’s our sport. Wizard sport. It’s like -- like soccer in
the Muggle world -- everyone follows Quidditch --
played up in the air on broomsticks and there’s four
balls -- sorta hard ter explain the rules." "And what
are Slytherin and Hufflepuff?

"School houses. There’s four. Everyone says
Hufflepuff are a lot o’ duffers, but --"
"I bet I’m in Hufflepuff" said Harry gloomily.
"Better Hufflepuff than Slytherin," said Hagrid
darkly. "There’s not a single witch or wizard
who went bad who wasn’t in Slytherin. YouKnow-Who was one."
"Vol-, sorry - You-Know-Who was at
Hogwarts?"
"Years an’ years ago," said Hagrid.

"I remember every wand I’ve ever sold, Mr. Potter.
Every single wand. It so happens that the phoenix
whose tail feather is in your wand, gave another
feather -- just one other. It is very curious indeed
that you should be destined for this wand when its
brother why, its brother gave you that scar."
Harry swallowed.

"Yes, thirteen-and-a-half inches. Yew. Curious
indeed how these things happen. The wand
chooses the wizard, remember.... I think we must
expect great things from you, Mr. Potter.... After all,
He- Who-Must-Not-Be-Named did great things --
terrible, yes, but great.