Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
Flight of the Fat Lady
"Whatwasthepointofwakingmeup?"theFatLadycalledgrumpilyafterhimashewalkedaway.
Harrywandereddispiritedlytowardthelibrary,buthalfwaytherehechangedhismind;hedidn’tfeellikeworking.Heturnedaroundandcameface-to-facewithFilch,whohadobviouslyjustseenoffthelastoftheHogsmeadevisitors.
"Whatareyoudoing?"Filchsnarledsuspiciously.
"Nothing,"saidHarrytruthfully.
"Nothing!"spatFilch,hisjowlsquiveringunpleasantly."Alikelystory!Sneakingaroundonyourown—whyaren’tyouinHogsmeadebuyingStinkPelletsandBelchPowderandWhizzingWormsliketherestofyournastylittlefriends?"
Harryshrugged.
"Well,getbacktoyourcommonroomwhereyoubelong!"snappedFilch,andhestoodglaringuntilHarryhadpassedoutofsight.
ButHarrydidn’tgobacktothecommonroom;heclimbedastaircase,thinkingvaguelyofvisitingtheOwlerytoseeHedwig,andwaswalkingalonganothercorridorwhenavoicefrominsideoneoftheroomssaid,"Harry?"
HarrydoubledbacktoseewhohadspokenandmetProfessorLupin,lookingaroundhisofficedoor.
"Whatareyoudoing?"saidLupin,thoughinaverydifferentvoicefromFilch."WhereareRonandHermione?"
"Hogsmeade,"saidHarry,inawould-becasualvoice.
"Ah,"saidLupin.HeconsideredHarryforamoment."Whydon’tyoucomein?I’vejusttakendeliveryofaGrindylowforournextlesson."
"Awhat?"saidHarry.
HefollowedLupinintohisoffice.Inthecornerstoodaverylargetankofwater.
