Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Firebolt
Theirbestman...Harryhadnevergivenhimathoughtbefore.
Ifhehadn’tknownitwasthesameperson,hewouldneverhaveguesseditwasBlackinthisoldphotograph.Hisfacewasn’tsunkenandwaxy,buthandsome,fulloflaughter.HadhealreadybeenworkingforVoldemortwhenthispicturehadbeentaken?Washealreadyplanningthedeathsofthetwopeoplenexttohim?DidherealizehewasfacingtwelveyearsinAzkaban,twelveyearsthatwouldmakehimunrecognizable?
ButtheDementorsdon’taffecthim,Harrythought,staringintothehandsome,laughingface.Hedoesn’thavetohearmyMumscreamingiftheygettooclose—
Harryslammedthealbumshut,reachedoverandstuffeditbackintohiscabinet,tookoffhisrobeandglassesandgotintobed,makingsurethehangingswerehidinghimfromview.
Thedormitorydooropened.
"Harry?"saidRon’svoiceuncertainly.
ButHarrylaystill,pretendingtobeasleep.HeheardRonleaveagain,androlledoveronhisback,hiseyeswideopen.
AhatredsuchashehadneverknownbeforewascoursingthroughHarrylikepoison.HecouldseeBlacklaughingathimthroughthedarkness,asthoughsomebodyhadpastedthepicturefromthealbumoverhiseyes.Hewatched,asthoughsomebodywasplayinghimapieceoffilm,SiriusBlackblastingPeterPettigrew(whoresembledNevilleLongbottom)intoathousandpieces.Hecouldhear(thoughhavingnoideawhatBlack’svoicemightsoundlike)alow,excitedmutter.
