Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           Atonce,thestatue’shumpopenedwideenoughtoadmitafairlythinperson.Harryglancedquicklyupanddownthecorridor,thentuckedthemapawayagain,hoistedhimselfintotheholeheadfirst,andpushedhimselfforward.

           Heslidaconsiderablewaydownwhatfeltlikeastoneslide,thenlandedoncold,dampearth.Hestoodup,lookingaround.Itwaspitchdark.Hehelduphiswand,muttered,"Lumos!"andsawthathewasinaverynarrow,low,earthypassageway.Heraisedthemap,tappeditwiththetipofhiswand,andmuttered,"Mischiefmanaged!"Themapwentblankatonce.Hefoldeditcarefully,tuckeditinsidehisrobes,then,heartbeatingfast,bothexcitedandapprehensive,hesetoff.

           Thepassagetwistedandturned,moreliketheburrowofagiantrabbitthananythingelse.Harryhurriedalongit,stumblingnowandthenontheunevenfloor,holdinghiswandoutinfrontofhim.

           Ittookages,butHarryhadthethoughtofHoneydukestosustainhim.Afterwhatfeltlikeanhour,thepassagebegantorise.Panting,Harryspedup,hisfacehot,hisfeetverycold.

           Tenminuteslater,hecametothefootofsomewornstonesteps,whichroseoutofsightabovehim.Carefulnottomakeanynoise,Harrybegantoclimb.Ahundredsteps,twohundredsteps,helostcountasheclimbed,watchinghisfeet...then,withoutwarning,hisheadhitsomethinghard.

           Itseemedtobeatrapdoor.Harrystoodthere,massagingthetopofhishead,listening.Hecouldn’thearanysoundsabovehim.Veryslowly,hepushedthetrapdooropenandpeeredovertheedge.