Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           "Checkwho’sinthere,Hermione."

           Hermionepeeredaroundtheclassroomdoor.

           "It’sokay!"

           ProfessorLupinwasbackatwork.Itcertainlylookedasthoughhehadbeenill.Hisoldrobeswerehangingmorelooselyonhimandthereweredarkshadowsbeneathhiseyes;nevertheless,hesmiledattheclassastheytooktheirseats,andtheyburstatonceintoanexplosionofcomplaintsaboutSnape’sbehaviorwhileLupinhadbeenill.

           "It’snotfair,hewasonlyfillingin,whyshouldhegiveushomework?"

           "Wedon’tknowanythingaboutwerewolves—"

           "—tworollsofparchment!"

           "DidyoutellProfessorSnapewehaven’tcoveredthemyet?"Lupinasked,frowningslightly.

           Thebabblebrokeoutagain.

           "Yes,buthesaidwewerereallybehind—"

           "—hewouldn’tlisten—"

           "—tworollsofparchment!"

           ProfessorLupinsmiledatthelookofindignationoneveryface.

           "Don’tworry.I’llspeaktoProfessorSnape.Youdon’thavetodotheessay."

           "Ohno,"saidHermione,lookingverydisappointed."I’vealreadyfinishedit!"

           Theyhadaveryenjoyablelesson.ProfessorLupinhadbroughtalongaglassboxcontainingaHinkypunk,alittleone-leggedcreaturewholookedasthoughheweremadeofwispsofsmoke,ratherfrailandharmlesslooking.

           "Lurestravelersintobogs,"saidProfessorLupinastheytooknotes."Younoticethelanterndanglingfromhishand?Hopsahead—peoplefollowthelight—then—"

           TheHinkypunkmadeahorriblesquelchingnoiseagainsttheglass.