Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
Flight of the Fat Lady
Asicklygreencreaturewithsharplittlehornshaditsfacepressedagainsttheglass,pullingfacesandflexingitslong,spindlyfingers.
"Waterdemon,"saidLupin,surveyingtheGrindylowthoughtfully."Weshouldn’thavemuchdifficultywithhim,notaftertheKappas.Thetrickistobreakhisgrip.Younoticetheabnormallylongfingers?Strong,butverybrittle."
TheGrindylowbareditsgreenteethandthenburieditselfinatangleofweedsinacorner.
"Cupoftea?"Lupinsaid,lookingaroundforhiskettle."Iwasjustthinkingofmakingone."
"Allright,"saidHarryawkwardly.
Lupintappedthekettlewithhiswandandablastofsteamissuedsuddenlyfromthespout.
"Sitdown,"saidLupin,takingthelidoffadustytin."I’veonlygotteabags,I’mafraid—butIdaresayyou’vehadenoughoftealeaves?"
Harrylookedathim.Lupin’seyesweretwinkling.
"Howdidyouknowaboutthat?"Harryasked.
"ProfessorMcGonagalltoldme,"saidLupin,passingHarryachippedmugoftea."You’renotworried,areyou?"
"No,"saidHarry.
HethoughtforamomentoftellingLupinaboutthedoghe’dseeninMagnoliaCrescentbutdecidednotto.Hedidn’twantLupintothinkhewasacoward,especiallysinceLupinalreadyseemedtothinkhecouldn’tcopewithaBoggart.
SomethingofHarry’sthoughtsseemedtohaveshownonhisface,becauseLupinsaid,"Anythingworryingyou,Harry?"
"No,"Harrylied.HedrankabitofteaandwatchedtheGrindylowbrandishingafistathim."Yes,"hesaidsuddenly,puttinghisteadownonLupin’sdesk.
