Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Boggart in the Wardrobe
TheyhadneverhadapracticalDefenseAgainsttheDarkArtsclassbefore,unlessyoucountedthememorableclasslastyearwhentheiroldteacherhadbroughtacagefulofpixiestoclassandsetthemloose.
"Rightthen,"saidProfessorLupin,wheneveryonewasready."Ifyou’dfollowme."
Puzzledbutinterested,theclassgottoitsfeetandfollowedProfessorLupinoutoftheclassroom.Heledthemalongthedesertedcorridorandaroundacorner,wherethefirstthingtheysawwasPeevesthePoltergeist,whowasfloatingupsidedowninmidairandstuffingthenearestkeyholewithchewinggum.
Peevesdidn’tlookupuntilProfessorLupinwastwofeetaway;thenhewiggledhiscurly-toedfeetandbrokeintosong.
"Loony,loopyLupin,"Peevessang."Loony,loopyLupin,loony,loopyLupin—"
Rudeandunmanageableashealmostalwayswas,Peevesusuallyshowedsomerespecttowardtheteachers.EveryonelookedquicklyatProfessorLupintoseehowhewouldtakethis;totheirsurprise,hewasstillsmiling.
"I’dtakethatgumoutofthekeyholeifIwereyou,Peeves,"hesaidpleasantly."Mr.Filchwon’tbeabletogetintohisbrooms."
FilchwastheHogwartscaretaker,abad-tempered,failedwizardwhowagedaconstantwaragainstthestudentsand,indeed,Peeves.However,PeevespaidnoattentiontoProfessorLupin’swords,excepttoblowaloudwetraspberry.
ProfessorLupingaveasmallsighandtookouthiswand.
"Thisisausefullittlespell,"hetoldtheclassoverhisshoulder."Pleasewatchclosely."
