Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
Flight of the Fat Lady
"Really?"saidLupin,lookingonlymildlyinterestedashetookanothergulpofpotion.
"Somepeoplereckon—"Harryhesitated,thenplungedrecklesslyon,"somepeoplereckonhe’ddoanythingtogettheDefenseAgainsttheDarkArtsjob."
Lupindrainedthegobletandpulledaface.
"Disgusting,"hesaid."Well,Harry,I’dbettergetbacktowork.Seeyouatthefeastlater."
"Right,"saidHarry,puttingdownhisemptyteacup.
Theemptygobletwasstillsmoking.
"Thereyougo,"saidRon."Wegotasmuchaswecouldcarry."
AshowerofbrilliantlycoloredsweetsfellintoHarry’slap.Itwasdusk,andRonandHermionehadjustturnedupinthecommonroom,pink-facedfromthecoldwindandlookingasthoughthey’dhadthetimeoftheirlives.
"Thanks,"saidHarry,pickingupapacketoftinyblackPepperImps."What’sHogsmeadelike?Wheredidyougo?"
Bythesoundofit—everywhere.DervishandBanges,thewizardingequipmentshop,Zonko’sJokeShop,intotheThreeBroomsticksforfoamingmugsofhotbutterbeer,andmanyplacesbesides.
