Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Boggart in the Wardrobe
"Helpme!"hemoanedtoHermione.
"Hey,Harry,"saidSeamusFinnigan,leaningovertoborrowHarry’sbrassscales,"haveyouheard?DailyProphetthismorning—theyreckonSiriusBlack’sbeensighted."
"Where?"saidHarryandRonquickly.Ontheothersideofthetable,Malfoylookedup,listeningclosely.
"Nottoofarfromhere,"saidSeamus,wholookedexcited."ItwasaMugglewhosawhim.’Course,shedidn’treallyunderstand.TheMugglesthinkhe’sjustanordinarycriminal,don’tthey?Soshephonedthetelephonehotline.BythetimetheMinistryofMagicgotthere,hewasgone."
"Nottoofarfromhere..."Ronrepeated,lookingsignificantlyatHarry.HeturnedaroundandsawMalfoywatchingclosely."What,Malfoy?Needsomethingelseskinned?"
ButMalfoy’seyeswereshiningmalevolently,andtheywerefixedHarry.Heleanedacrossthetable.
"ThinkingoftryingtocatchBlacksingle-handed,Potter?"
"Yeah,that’sright,"saidHarryoffhandedly.
Malfoy’sthinmouthwascurvinginameansmile.
"Ofcourse,ifitwasme,"hesaidquietly,"I’dhavedonesomethingbeforenow.Iwouldn’tbestayinginschoollikeagoodboy,I’dbeouttherelookingforhim."
"Whatareyoutalkingabout,Malfoy?"saidRonroughly.
"Don’tyouknow,Potter?"breathedMalfoy,hispaleeyesnarrowed.
"Knowwhat?"
Malfoyletoutalow,sneeringlaugh.
"Maybeyou’drathernotriskyourneck,"hesaid."WanttoleaveittotheDementors,doyou?Butifitwasme,I’dwantrevenge.I’dhunthimdownmyself."
