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"Don't talk rubbish," said Uncle Vernon. "There is no platform nine and three-quarters."
The door of the compartment slid open and the youngest redheaded boy came in.
He sat back down. Everybody clapped and cheered. Harry didn't know whether to laugh or not.
"And that's where..."
"Is he -- a bit mad?" he asked Percy uncertainly.
On Harry's other side, Percy Weasley and Hermione were talking about lessons ("I do hope they start right away, there's so much to learn, I'm particularly interested in Transfiguration, you know, turning something into something else, of course, it's supposed to be very difficult-"; "You'll be starting small, just matches into needles and that sort of thing -- ").
"Oooooooh!" he said, with an evil cackle. "Ickle Firsties! What fun!"
"Marge's ill," he informed Aunt Petunia. "Ate a funny whelk. --."
There weren't many people left now. "Moon" "Nott" "Parkinson" then a pair of twin girls, "Patil" and "Patil" then "Perks, Sally-Anne" and then, at last -- "Potter, Harry!"
There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Hogwarts: wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember to jump. Then there were doors that wouldn't open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that weren't really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending. It was also very hard to remember where anything was, because it all seemed to move around a lot. The people in the portraits kept going to visit each other, and Harry was sure the coats of armor could walk.
The snake jerked its head toward Uncle Vernon and Dudley, then raised its eyes to the ceiling. It gave Harry a look that said quite plainly:
"Don't worry, ickle Ronniekins is safe with us."
"It's not funny. And look after Ron."
"Stalagmite's got an 'm' in it," said Hagrid. "An' don' ask me questions just now, I think I'm gonna be sick."