Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

Talons and Tea Leaves

           "How’rewesupposedtogetupthere?"

           Asthoughinanswertohisquestion,thetrapdoorsuddenlyopened,andasilveryladderdescendedrightatHarry’sfeet.Everyonegotquiet.

           "Afteryou,"saidRon,grinning,soHarryclimbedtheladderfirst.

           Heemergedintothestrangest-lookingclassroomhehadeverseen.Infact,itdidn’tlooklikeaclassroomatall,morelikeacrossbetweensomeone’satticandanold-fashionedteashop.Atleasttwentysmall,circulartableswerecrammedinsideit,allsurroundedbychintzarmchairsandfatlittlepoufs.Everythingwaslitwithadim,crimsonlight;thecurtainsatthewindowswereallclosed,andthemanylampsweredrapedwithdarkredscarves.Itwasstiflinglywarm,andthefirethatwasburningunderthecrowdedmantelpiecewasgivingoffaheavy,sicklysortofperfumeasitheatedalargecopperkettle.Theshelvesrunningaroundthecircularwallswerecrammedwithdusty-lookingfeathers,stubsofcandles,manypacksoftatteredplayingcards,countlesssilverycrystalballs,andahugearrayofteacups.

           RonappearedatHarry’sshoulderastheclassassembledaroundthem,alltalkinginwhispers.

           "Whereisshe?"Ronsaid.

           Avoicecamesuddenlyoutoftheshadows,asoft,mistysortofvoice.

           "Welcome,"itsaid."Hownicetoseeyouinthephysicalworldatlast."

           Harry’simmediateimpressionwasofalarge,glitteringinsect.

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