Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           P.S.Percy’sHeadBoy.Hegottheletterlastweek.

           Harryglancedbackatthephotograph.Percy,whowasinhisseventhandfinalyearatHogwarts,waslookingparticularlysmug.HehadpinnedhisHeadBoybadgetothefezperchedjauntilyontopofhisneathair,hishorn-rimmedglassesflashingintheEgyptiansun.

           Harrynowturnedtohispresentandunwrappedit.Insidewaswhatlookedlikeaminiatureglassspinningtop.TherewasanothernotefromRonbeneathit.

           Harry—thisisaPocketSneakoscope.Ifthere’ssomeoneuntrustworthyaround,it’ssupposedtolightupandspin.Billsaysit’srubbishsoldforwizardtouristsandisn’treliable,becauseitkeptlightingupatdinnerlastnight.Buthedidn’trealizeFredandGeorgehadputbeetlesinhissoup.

           Bye—Ron

           HarryputthePocketSneakoscopeonhisbedsidetable,whereitstoodquitestill,balancedonitspoint,reflectingtheluminoushandsofhisclock.Helookedatithappilyforafewseconds,thenpickeduptheparcelHedwighadbrought.

           Insidethis,too,therewasawrappedpresent,acard,andaletter,thistimefromHermione.

           DearHarry,

           RonwrotetomeandtoldmeabouthisphonecalltoyourUncleVernon.Idohopeyou’reallright.