Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
Flight of the Fat Lady
ProfessorLupinlookedcheerfulandaswellasheeverdid;hewastalkinganimatedlytotinylittleProfessorFlitwick,theCharmsteacher.Harrymovedhiseyesalongthetable,totheplacewhereSnapesat.Washeimaginingit,orwereSnape’seyesflickeringtowardLupinmoreoftenthanwasnatural?
ThefeastfinishedwithanentertainmentprovidedbytheHogwartsghosts.Theypoppedoutofthewallsandtablestodoabitofformationgliding;NearlyHeadlessNick,theGryffindorghost,hadagreatsuccesswithareenactmentofhisownbotchedbeheading.
IthadbeensuchapleasanteveningthatHarry’sgoodmoodcouldn’tevenbespoiledbyMalfoy,whoshoutedthroughthecrowdastheyallleftthehall,"TheDementorssendtheirlove,Potter!"
Harry,Ron,andHermionefollowedtherestoftheGryffindorsalongtheusualpathtoGryffindorTower,butwhentheyreachedthecorridorthatendedwiththeportraitoftheFatLady,theyfounditjammedwithstudents.
"Whyisn’tanyonegoingin?"saidRoncuriously.
Harrypeeredovertheheadsinfrontofhim.Theportraitseemedtobeclosed.
"Letmethrough,please,"camePercy’svoice,andhecamebustlingimportantlythroughthecrowd."What’stheholduphere?Youcan’tallhaveforgottenthepassword—excuseme,I’mHeadBoy—"
Andthenasilencefelloverthecrowd,fromthefrontfirst,sothatachillseemedtospreaddownthecorridor.TheyheardPercysay,inasuddenlysharpvoice,"SomebodygetProfessorDumbledore.Quick."
People’sheadsturned;thoseatthebackwerestandingontiptoe.
