Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           ProfessorsMcGonagallandFlitwickhadjustenteredthepubwithaflurryofsnowflakes,shortlyfollowedbyHagrid,whowasdeepinconversationwithaportlymaninalime-greenbowlerhatandapinstripedcloak—CorneliusFudge,MinisterofMagic.

           Inaninstant,RonandHermionehadbothplacedhandsonthetopofHarry’sheadandforcedhimoffhisstoolandunderthetable.Drippingwithbutterbeerandcrouchingoutofsight,Harryclutchedhisemptytankardandwatchedtheteachers’andFudge’sfeetmovetowardthebar,pause,thenturnandwalkrighttowardhim.

           Somewhereabovehim,Hermionewhispered,"Mobiliarbus!"

           TheChristmastreebesidetheirtableroseafewinchesofftheground,driftedsideways,andlandedwithasoftthumprightinfrontoftheirtable,hidingthemfromview.Staringthroughthedenselowerbranches,Harrysawfoursetsofchairlegsmovebackfromthetablerightbesidetheirs,thenheardthegruntsandsighsoftheteachersandministerastheysatdown.

           Nexthesawanotherpairoffeet,wearingsparklyturquoisehighheels,andheardawoman’svoice.

           "Asmallgillywater—"

           "Mine,"saidProfessorMcGonagall’svoice.

           "Fourpintsofmulledmead—"

           "Ta,Rosmerta,"saidHagrid.

           "Acherrysyrupandsodawithiceandumbrella—"

           "Mmm!"saidProfessorFlitwick,smackinghislips.

           "Soyou’llbetheredcurrantrum,Minister."

           "Thankyou,Rosmerta,m’dear,"saidFudge’svoice."Lovelytoseeyouagain,Imustsay.Haveoneyourself,won’tyou?Comeandjoinus..."

           "Well,thankyouverymuch,Minister.