Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
Flight of the Fat Lady
"Don’tworryaboutme,"saidHarry,inwhathehopedwasat,offhandvoice,"I’llseeyouatthefeast.Haveagoodtime."
Heaccompaniedthemtotheentrancehall,whereFilch,thecaretaker,wasstandinginsidethefrontdoors,checkingoffnamesagainstalonglist,peeringsuspiciouslyintoeveryface,andmakingsurethatnoonewassneakingoutwhoshouldn’tbegoing.
"Stayinghere,Potter?"shoutedMalfoy,whowasstandinginlinewithCrabbeandGoyle."ScaredofpassingtheDementors?"
Harryignoredhimandmadehissolitarywayupthemarblestaircase,throughthedesertedcorridors,andbacktoGryffindorTower.
"Password?"saidtheFatLady,jerkingoutofadoze.
"FortunaMajor,"saidHarrylistlessly.
Theportraitswungopenandheclimbedthroughtheholeintothecommonroom.Itwasfullofchatteringfirst-andsecond-years,andafewolderstudents,whohadobviouslyvisitedHogsmeadesooftenthenoveltyhadwornoff.
"Harry!Harry!Hi,Harry!"
ItwasColinCreevey,asecondyearwhowasdeeplyinaweofHarryandnevermissedanopportunitytospeaktohim.
"Aren’tyougoingtoHogsmeade,Harry?Whynot?Hey—"Colinlookedeagerlyaroundathisfriends—"youcancomeandsitwithus,ifyoulike,Harry!"
"Er—no,thanks,Colin,"saidHarry,whowasn’tinthemoodtohavealotofpeoplestaringavidlyatthescaronhisforehead."I—I’vegottogotothelibrary,gottogetsomeworkdone."
Afterthat,hehadnochoicebuttoturnrightaroundandheadbackoutoftheportraitholeagain.
