Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
Flight of the Fat Lady
"Thepostoffice,Harry!Abouttwohundredowls,allsittingonshelves,allcolor-codeddependingonhowfastyouwantyourlettertogetthere!"
"Honeydukeshasgotanewkindoffudge;theyweregivingoutfreesamples,there’sabit,look—"
"Wethinkwesawanogre,honestly,theygetallsortsattheThreeBroomsticks—"
"Wishwecouldhavebroughtyousomebutterbeer,reallywarmsyouup—"
"Whatdidyoudo?"saidHermione,lookinganxious."Didyougetanyworkdone?"
"No,"saidHarry."Lupinmademeacupofteainhisoffice.AndthenSnapecamein..."
Hetoldthemallaboutthegoblet.Ron’smouthfellopen.
"Lupindrankit?"hegasped."Ishemad?"
Hermionecheckedherwatch.
"We’dbettergodown,youknow,thefeast’llbestartinginfiveminutesTheyhurriedthroughtheportraitholeandintothecrowd,stilldiscussingSnape.
"Butifhe—youknow—"Hermionedroppedhervoice,glancingnervouslyaround,"ifhewastryingto—topoisonLupin—hewouldn’thavedoneitinfrontofHarry."
"Yeah,maybe,"saidHarryastheyreachedtheentrancehallandcrossedintotheGreatHall.Ithadbeendecoratedwithhundredsandhundredsofcandle-filledpumpkins,acloudofflutteringlivebats,andmanyflamingorangestreamers,whichwereswimminglazilyacrossthestormyceilinglikebrilliantwatersnakes.
Thefoodwasdelicious;evenHermioneandRon,whowerefulltoburstingwithHoneydukessweets,managedsecondhelpingsofeverything.Harrykeptglancingatthestafftable.
