Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           "You’llgetthestuffingknockedoutofyou,won’tyou?"roaredUncleVernon,advancingonHarrywithhisfistraised.ButHarrystoodhisground.

           "Knockingthestuffingoutofmewon’tmakeAuntMargeforgetwhatIcouldtellher,"hesaidgrimly.

           UncleVernonstopped,hisfiststillraised,hisfaceanuglypuce.

           "Butifyousignmypermissionform,"Harrywentonquickly,"IswearIllrememberwhereI’msupposedtogotoschool,andIllactlikeaMug—likeI’mnormalandeverything."

           HarrycouldtellthatUncleVernonwasthinkingitover,evenifhisteethwerebaredandaveinwasthrobbinginhistemple.

           "Right,"hesnappedfinally."IshallmonitoryourbehaviorcarefullyduringMarge’svisit.If,attheendofit,you’vetoedthelineandkepttothestory,Illsignyourruddyform."

           Hewheeledaround,pulledopenthefrontdoor,andslammeditsohardthatoneofthelittlepanesofglassatthetopfellout.

           Harrydidn’treturntothekitchen.Hewentbackupstairstohisbedroom.IfhewasgoingtoactlikearealMuggle,heedbetterstartnow.Slowlyandsadlyhegatheredupallhispresentsandhisbirthdaycardsandhidthemundertheloosefloorboardwithhishomework.ThenhewenttoHedwig’scage.Errolseemedtohaverecovered;heandHedwigwerebothasleep,headsundertheirwings.Harrysighed,thenpokedthembothawake.

           "Hedwig,"hesaidgloomily,"you’regoingtohavetoclearoffforaweek.GowithErrol.