Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Boggart in the Wardrobe
Harrywasn’tsurprised;hecouldseethatitwascrammedwithatleastadozenlargeandheavybooks.
"Whyareyoucarryingallthesearoundwithyou?"Ronaskedher.
"YouknowhowmanysubjectsI’mtaking,"saidHermionebreathlessly."Couldn’tholdtheseforme,couldyou?"
"But—"Ronwasturningoverthebooksshehadhandedhim,lookingatthecovers."Youhaven’tgotanyofthesesubjectstoday.It’sonlyDefenseAgainsttheDarkArtsthisafternoon."
"Ohyes,"saidHermionevaguely,butshepackedallthebooksbackintoherbagjustthesame."Ihopethere’ssomethinggoodforlunch,I’mstarving,"sheadded,andshemarchedofftowardtheGreatHall.
"D’yougetthefeelingHermione’snottellingussomething?"RonaskedHarry.
ProfessorLupinwasn’ttherewhentheyarrivedathisfirstDefenseAgainsttheDarkArtslesson.Theyallsatdown,tookouttheirbooks,quills,andparchment,andweretalkingwhenhefinallyenteredtheroom.Lupinsmiledvaguelyandplacedhistattyoldbriefcaseontheteacher’sdesk.Hewasasshabbyaseverbutlookedhealthierthanhehadonthetrain,asthoughhehadhadafewsquaremeals.
"Goodafternoon,"hesaid."Wouldyoupleaseputallyourbooksbackinyourbags.Today’swillbeapracticallesson.Youwillneedonlyyourwands."
Afewcuriouslookswereexchangedastheclassputawaytheirbooks.
