Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
Flight of the Fat Lady
"So—er—d’youthinkitwouldbeallrightmean,willItbeokayifI—ifIgotoHogsmeade?"
ProfessorMcGonagalllookeddownandbeganshufflingpapersonherdesk.
"I’mafraidnot,Potter,"shesaid."YouheardwhatIsaid.Noform,novisitingthevillage.That’stherule."
"But—Professor,myauntanduncle—youknow,they’reMuggles,theydon’treallyunderstandabout—aboutHogwartsformsandstuff,"Harrysaid,whileRoneggedhimonwithvigorousnods."IfyousaidIcouldgo—"
"ButIdon’tsayso,"saidProfessorMcGonagall,standingupandpilingherpapersneatlyintoadrawer."Theformclearlystatesthattheparentorguardianmustgivepermission."Sheturnedtolookathim,withanoddexpressiononherface.Wasitpity?"I’msorry,Potter,butthat’smyfinalword.Youhadbetterhurry,oryou’llbelateforyournextlesson."
Therewasnothingtobedone.RoncalledProfessorMcGonagallalotofnamesthatgreatlyannoyedHermione;Hermioneassumedan’all-for-the-best’expressionthatmadeRonevenangrier,andHarryhadtoendureeveryoneintheclasstalkingloudlyandhappilyaboutwhattheyweregoingtodofirst,oncetheygotintoHogsmeade.
"There’salwaysthefeast,"saidRon,inanefforttocheerHarryup."Youknow,theHalloweenfeast,intheevening."
"Yeah,"saidHarrygloomily,"great.
