Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           InthebedtohisrightlayHermione.Moonlightwasfallingacrossherbed.Hereyeswereopentoo.Shelookedpetrified,andwhenshesawthatHarrywasawake,pressedafingertoherlips,thenpointedtothehospitalwingdoor.Itwasajar,andthevoicesofCorneliusFudgeandSnapewerecomingthroughitfromthecorridoroutside.

           MadamPomfreynowcamewalkingbrisklyupthedarkwardtoHarry’sbed.Heturnedtotookather.Shewascarryingthelargestblockofchocolatehehadeverseeninhislife.Itlookedlikeasmallboulder.

           "Ah,you’reawake!"shesaidbriskly.SheplacedthechocolateonHarry’sbedsidetableandbeganbreakingitapartwithasmallhammer.

           "How’sRon?"saidHarryandHermionetogether.

           "He’lllive,"saidMadamPomfreygrimly."Asforyoutwo,you’llbestayinghereuntilI’msatisfiedyou’re—Potter,whatdoyouthinkyou’redoing?"

           Harrywassittingup,puttinghisglassesbackon,andpickinguphiswand.

           "Ineedtoseetheheadmaster,"hesaid.

           "Potter,"saidMadamPomfreysoothingly,"it’sallright.They’vegotBlack.He’slockedawayupstairs.TheDementorswillbeperformingthekissanymomentnow—"

           "WHAT?"

           Harryjumpedupoutofbed;Hermionehaddonethesame.Buthisshouthadbeenheardinthecorridoroutside;nextsecond,CorneliusFudgeandSnapehadenteredtheward.

           "Harry,Harry,what’sthis?"saidFudge,lookingagitated."Youshouldbeinbed—hashehadanychocolate?"heaskedMadamPomfreyanxiously.

           "Minister,listen!"Harrysaid.