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.
