Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
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Thenheseizedtherestofthewrappingpaperinhisotherhandandpulled.
Andoutfell—abook.Harryjusthadtimetoregisteritshandsomegreencover,emblazonedwiththegoldentitleTheMonsterBookofMonsters,beforeitflippedontoitsedgeandscuttledsidewaysalongthebedlikesomeweirdcrab.
"Uh-oh,"Harrymuttered.
Thebooktoppledoffthebedwithaloudclunkandshuffledrapidlyacrosstheroom.Harryfolloweditstealthily.Thebookwashidinginthedarkspaceunderhisdesk.PrayingthattheDursleyswerestillfastasleep,Harrygotdownonhishandsandkneesandreachedtowardit.
"Ouch!"
Thebooksnappedshutonhishandandthenflappedpasthim,stillscuttlingonitscovers.Harryscrambledaround,threwhimselfforward,andmanagedtoflattenit.UncleVernongavealoud,sleepygruntintheroomnextdoor.
HedwigandErrolwatchedinterestedlyasHarryclampedthestrugglingbooktightlyinhisarms,hurriedtohischestofdrawers,andpulledoutabelt,whichhebuckledtightlyaroundit.TheMonsterBookshudderedangrily,butcouldnolongerflapandsnap,soHarrythrewitdownonthebedandreachedforHagrid’scard.
DearHarry,
HappyBirthday!
Thinkyoumightfindthisusefulfornextyear.Won’tsaynomorehere.TellyouwhenIseeyou.
