Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           HarryneededtogettheSnitchquickly—

           Heturned,intendingtoheadbacktowardthemiddleofthefield,butatthatmoment,anotherflashoflightningilluminatedthestands,andHarrysawsomethingthatdistractedhimcompletely,thesilhouetteofanenormousshaggyblackdog,clearlyimprintedagainstthesky,motionlessinthetopmost,emptyrowofseats.

           Harry’snumbhandsslippedonthebroomhandleandhisNimbusdroppedafewfeet.Shakinghissoddenbangsoutofhiseyes,hesquintedbackintothestands.Thedoghadvanished.

           "Harry!"cameWood’sanguishedyellfromtheGryffindorgoalposts."Harry,behindyou!"

           Harrylookedwildlyaround.CedricDiggorywaspeltingupthefield,andatinyspeckofgoldwasshimmeringintherain-filledairbetweenthem...

           Withajoltofpanic,HarrythrewhimselfflattothebroomhandleandzoomedtowardtheSnitch.

           "Comeon!"hegrowledathisNimbusastherainwhippedhisface."Faster!"

           Butsomethingoddwashappening.Aneeriesilencewasfallingacrossthestadium.Thewind,thoughasstrongasever,wasforgettingtoroar.Itwasasthoughsomeonehadturnedoffthesound,asthoughHarryhadgonesuddenlydeaf—whatwasgoingon?

           Andthenahorriblyfamiliarwaveofcoldsweptoverhim,insidehim,justashebecameawareofsomethingmovingonthefieldbelow...

           Beforehe’dhadtimetothink,HarryhadtakenhiseyesofftheSnitchandlookeddown.

           AtleastahundredDementors,theirhiddenfacespointingupathim,werestandingbeneathhim.