Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
Talons and Tea Leaves
Harrywaswatchingthepainting.Afat,dappled-grayponyhadjustambledontothegrassandwasgrazingnonchalantly.HarrywasusedtothesubjectsofHogwartspaintingsmovingaroundandleavingtheirframestovisiteachother,buthealwaysenjoyedwatchingthem.Amomentlater,ashort,squatknightinasuitofarmourhadclankedintothepictureafterhispony.Bythelookofthegrassstainsonhismetalknees,hehadjustfallenoff.
"Aha!"heyelled,seeingHarry,RonandHermione."Whatvillainsarethese,thattrespassuponmyprivatelands!Cometoscornatmyfall,perchance?Draw,youknaves,youdogs!"
Theywatchedinastonishmentasthelittleknighttuggedhisswordoutofitsscabbardandbeganbrandishingitviolently,hoppingupanddowninrage.Buttheswordwastoolongforhim;aparticularlywildswingmadehimoverbalance,andhelandedfacedowninthegrass.
"Areyouallright?"saidHarry,movingclosertothepicture.
"Getback,youscurvybraggart!Back,yourogue!"
Theknightseizedhisswordagainandusedittopushhimselfbackup,butthebladesankdeeplyintothegrassand,thoughhepulledwithallhismight,hecouldn’tgetitoutagain.Finally,hehadtoflopbackdownontothegrassandpushuphisvisortomophissweatingface.
"Listen,"saidHarry,takingadvantageoftheknight’sexhaustion,"we’relookingfortheNorthTower.Youdon’tknowtheway,doyou?"
"Aquest!"Theknight’srageseemedtovanishinstantly.
