Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Boggart in the Wardrobe
Heraisedthewandtoshoulderheight,said,"Waddiwasi!"andpointeditatPeeves.
Withtheforceofabullet,thewadofchewinggumshotoutofthekeyholeandstraightdownPeeves’sleftnostril;hewhirleduprightandzoomedaway,cursing.
"Cool,sir!"saidDeanThomasinamazement.
"Thankyou,Dean,"saidProfessorLupin,puttinghiswandawayagain."Shallweproceed?"
Theysetoffagain,theclasslookingatshabbyProfessorLupinwithincreasedrespect.Heledthemdownasecondcorridorandstopped,rightoutsidethestaffroomdoor.
"Inside,please,"saidProfessorLupin,openingitandstandingback.
Thestaffroom,along,paneledroomfullofold,mismatchedchairs,wasemptyexceptforoneteacher.ProfessorSnapewassittinginalowarmchair,andhelookedaroundastheclassfiledin.Hiseyeswereglitteringandtherewasanastysneerplayingaroundhismouth.AsProfessorLupincameinandmadetoclosethedoorbehindhim,Snapesaid,"Leaveitopen,Lupin.I’drathernotwitnessthis."Hegottohisfeetandstrodepasttheclass,hisblackrobesbillowingbehindhim.Atthedoorwayheturnedonhisheelandsaid,"Possiblynoone’swarnedyou,Lupin,butthisclasscontainsNevilleLongbottom.Iwouldadviseyounottoentrusthimwithanythingdifficult.NotunlessMissGrangerishissinginstructionsinhisear."
Nevillewentscarlet.HarryglaredatSnape;itwasbadenoughthathebulliedNevilleinhisownclasses,letalonedoingitinfrontofotherteachers.
ProfessorLupinhadraisedhiseyebrows.
