Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Marauder’s Map
Creamychunksofnougat,shimmeringpinksquaresofcoconutice,fat,honey-coloredtoffees;hundredsofdifferentkindsofchocolateinneatrows;therewasalargebarrelofEveryFlavorBeans,andanotherofFizzingWhizbees,thelevitatingsherbetballsthatRonhadmentioned;alongyetanotherwallwere’SpecialEffects’—sweets:DrooblesBestBlowingGum(whichfilledaroomwithbluebell-coloredbubblesthatrefusedtopopfordays),thestrange,splinteryToothflossingStringmints,tinyblackPepperImps(’breathefireforyourfriends!’),IceMice(’hearyourteethchatterandsqueak!’),peppermintcreamsshapedliketoads(’hoprealisticallyinthestomach!’),fragilesugar-spunquills,andexplodingbonbons.
Harrysqueezedhimselfthroughacrowdofsixthyearsandsawasignhanginginthefarthestcorneroftheshop(UNUSUALTASTES).RonandHermionewerestandingunderneathit,examiningatrayofblood-flavoredlollipops.Harrysneakedupbehindthem.
"Ugh,no,Harrywon’twantoneofthose,they’reforvampires,Iexpect,"Hermionewassaying.
"Howaboutthese?"saidRon,shovingajarofCockroachClustersunderHermione’snose.
"Definitelynot,"saidHarry.
Ronnearlydroppedthejar.
"Harry!"squealedHermione."Whatareyoudoinghere?How—howdidyou—?"
"Wow!"saidRon,lookingveryimpressed,"you’velearnedtoApparate!"
"’CourseIhaven’t,"saidHarry.HedroppedhisvoicesothatnoneofthesixthyearscouldhearhimandtoldthemallabouttheMarauder’sMap.
