Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
Talons and Tea Leaves
Hewaswearinghislongmoleskinovercoatandwasabsent-mindedlyswingingadeadpolecatfromoneenormoushand.
"Allrigh’?"hesaideagerly,pausingonhiswaytothestafftable."Yerinmyfirs’everlesson!Rightafterlunch!Binupsincefivegetting’everthin’ready...hopeit’sOK...me,ateacher...hones’ly..."
Hegrinnedbroadlyatthemandheadedofftothestafftable,stillswingingthepolecat.
"Wonderwhathe’sbeengettingready?"saidRon,anoteofanxietyinhisvoice.
TheHallwasstartingtoemptyaspeopleheadedofftowardstheirfirstlesson.Roncheckedhisschedule.
"We’dbettergo,look,Divination’satthetopofNorthTower.It’lltakeustenminutestogetthere..."
Theyfinishedbreakfasthastily,saidgoodbyetoFredandGeorgeandwalkedbackthroughthehall.AstheypassedtheSlytherintable,Malfoydidyetanotherimpressionofafaintingfit.TheshoutsoflaughterfollowedHarryintotheEntranceHall.
ThejourneythroughthecastletoNorthTowerwasalongone.TwoyearsatHogwartshadn’ttaughtthemeverythingaboutthecastle,andtheyhadneverbeeninsideNorthTowerbefore.
"There’s—got—to—be—a—short—cut,"Ronpanted,astheyclimbedtheseventhlongstaircaseandemergedonanunfamiliarlanding,wheretherewasnothingbutalargepaintingofabarestretchofgrasshangingonthestonewall.
"Ithinkit’sthisway,"saidHermione,peeringdowntheemptypassagetotheright.
"Can’tbe,"saidRon."That’ssouth.Look,youcanseeabitofthelakeoutsidethewindow..."
