Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
Flight of the Fat Lady
"What’sgoingon?"saidGinny,whohadjustarrived.
Amomentlater,ProfessorDumbledorewasthere,sweepingtowardtheportrait;theGryffindorssqueezedtogethertolethimthrough,andHarry,Ron,andHermionemovedclosertoseewhatthetroublewas.
"Oh,my—"HermionegrabbedHarry’sarm.
TheFatLadyhadvanishedfromherportrait,whichhadbeenslashedsoviciouslythatstripsofcanvaslitteredthefloor;greatchunksofithadbeentornawaycompletely.Dumbledoretookonequicklookattheruinedpaintingandturned,hiseyessomber,toseeProfessorsMcGonagall,Lupin,andSnapehurryingtowardhim.
"Weneedtofindher,"saidDumbledore."ProfessorMcGonagall,pleasegotoMr.FilchatonceandtellhimtosearcheverypaintinginthecastlefortheFatLady."
"You’llbelucky!"saidacacklingvoice.
ItwasPeevesthePoltergeist,bobbingoverthecrowdandlookingdelighted,ashealwaysdid,atthesightofwreckageorworry.
"Whatdoyoumean,Peeves?"saidDumbledorecalmly,andPeeves’sgrinfadedalittle.Hedidn’tdaretauntDumbledore.Insteadheadoptedanoilyvoicethatwasnobetterthanhiscackle."Ashamed,YourHeadship,sir.Doesn’twanttobeseen.She’sahorriblemess.Sawherrunningthroughthelandscapeuponthefourthfloor,sir,dodgingbetweenthetrees.Cryingsomethingdreadful,"hesaidhappily."Poorthing."headdedunconvincingly.
"Didshesaywhodidit?"saidDumbledorequietly.
"Ohyes,Professorhead,"saidPeeves,withtheairofonecradlingalargebombshellinhisarms
