Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           Fredpulledsomethingfrominsidehiscloakwithaflourishandlaiditononeofthedesks.Itwasalarge,square,verywornpieceofparchmentwithnothingwrittenonit.Harry,suspectingoneofFredandGeorge’sjokes,staredatit.

           "What’sthatsupposedtobe?"

           "This,Harry,isthesecretofoursuccess,"saidGeorge,pattingtheparchmentfondly.

           "It’sawrench,givingittoyou,"saidFred,"butwedecidedlastnight,yourneed’sgreaterthanours."

           "Anyway,weknowitbyheart,"saidGeorge."Webequeathittoyou.Wedon’treallyneeditanymore."

           "AndwhatdoIneedwithabitofoldparchment?"saidHarry.

           "Abitofoldparchment!"saidFred,closinghiseyeswithagrimaceasthoughHarryhadmortallyoffendedhim."Explain,George."

           "Well...whenwewereinourfirstyear,Harry—young,carefree,andinnocent—"

           Harrysnorted.HedoubtedwhetherFredandGeorgehadeverbeeninnocent.

           "—well,moreinnocentthanwearenow—wegotintoaspotofbotherwithFilch."

           "WeletoffaDungbombinthecorridoranditupsethimforsomereason—"

           "Sohehauledusofftohisofficeandstartedthreateninguswiththeusual—"

           "—detention—"

           "—disembowelment—"

           "—andwecouldn’thelpnoticingadrawerinoneofhisfilingcabinetsmarkedConfiscatedandHighlyDangerous."

           "Don’ttellme—"saidHarry,startingtogrin.

           "Well,whatwouldyou’vedone?"saidFred."GeorgecausedadiversionbydroppinganotherDungbomb,Iwhippedthedraweropen,andgrabbed—this."

           "It’snotasbadasitsounds,youknow,"saidGeorge.