Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           Arayofwintrysunlightfellacrosstheclassroom,illuminatingLupin’sgrayhairsandthelinesonhisyoungface.

           "Dementorsareamongthefoulestcreaturesthatwalkthisearth.Theyinfestthedarkest,filthiestplaces,theygloryindecayanddespair,theydrainpeace,hope,andhappinessoutoftheairaroundthem.EvenMugglesfeeltheirpresence,thoughtheycan’tseethem.GettoonearaDementorandeverygoodfeeling,everyhappymemorywillbesuckedoutofyou.Ifitcan,theDementorwillfeedonyoulongenoughtoreduceyoutosomethinglikeitself—soul-lessandevil.You’llbeleftwithnothingbuttheworstexperiencesofyourlife.Andtheworstthathappenedtoyou,Harry,isenoughtomakeanyonefallofftheirbroom.Youhavenothingtofeelashamedof."

           "Whentheygetnearme—"HarrystaredatLupin’sdesk,histhroattight."IcanhearVoldemortmurderingmymum."

           LupinmadeasuddenmotionwithhisarmasthoughtogripHarry’sshoulder,butthoughtbetterofit.Therewasamoment’ssilence,then—

           "Whydidtheyhavetocometothematch?"saidHarrybitterly.

           "They’regettinghungry,"saidLupincoolly,shuttinghisbriefcasewithasnap."Dumbledorewon’tletthemintotheschool,sotheirsupplyofhumanpreyhasdriedup...Idon’tthinktheycouldresistthelargecrowdaroundtheQuidditchfield.Allthatexcitement...emotionsrunninghigh...itwastheirideaofafeast."

           "Azkabanmustbeterrible,"Harrymuttered.Lupinnoddedgrimly.