While he drove, Uncle Vernon complained to Aunt Petunia. He liked to complain about things: people at work, Harry, the council, Harry, the bank, and Harry were just a few of his favorite subjects. This morning, it was motorcycles.

"... roaring along like maniacs, the young hoodlums," he said, as a motorcycle overtook them.

I had a dream about a motorcycle," said Harry, remembering suddenly. "It was flying."

Uncle Vernon nearly crashed into the car in front. He turned right around in his seat and yelled at Harry, his face like a gigantic beet with a mustache: "MOTORCYCLES DON'T FLY!"

Dudley and Piers sniggered.

I know they don't," said Harry. "It was only a dream."

But he wished he hadn't said anything. If there was one thing the Dursleys hated even more than his asking questions, it was his talking about anything acting in a way it shouldn't, no matter if it was in a dream or even a cartoon -- they seemed to think he might get dangerous ideas.

　　开车时，维能姨丈向帕尤妮亚姨妈抱怨个不停。他喜欢抱怨一起工作的同事。

　　议会、银行和哈利也是他最喜欢抱怨的对象之一。

　　但今天早上，他抱怨的对象是摩托车。

　　"这些年轻人，开摩托车开得像疯子一样。"正当他说这话时，一辆摩托车飞驰而过。

　　"我曾经做过一个关于摩托车的梦，"哈利突然间记起来，"它还会飞呢。"维能姨丈几乎要撞到前面那部车。他从椅子上转过身去大声冲哈利嚷道，"摩托车是不能飞的！"他的脸看上去像一枝长满了胡须的巨大的甜菜根。

　　达德里和皮尔斯扑嗤一笑。

　　"我知道它们不能，"哈利说，"只不过是一个梦罢了。"这时他开始后悔自己说的话了。有件事是比问问题更让杜斯利夫妇讨厌的，那就是谈一些不寻常的东西，不管它是一个梦或者是卡通漫画。他们总是认为他脑子中有一些危险的想法。