Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Firebolt
"Ithashappened,MyLord...thePottershavemademetheirSecret-Keeper"andthencameanothervoice,laughingshrilly,thesamelaughthatHarryheardinsidehisheadwhenevertheDementorsdrewnear....
"Harry,you—youlookterrible."
Harryhadn’tgottentosleepuntildaybreak.Hehadawokentofindthedormitorydeserted,dressed,andgonedownthespiralstaircasetoacommonroomthatwascompletelyemptyexceptforRon,whowaseatingaPeppermintToadandmassaginghisstomach,andHermione,whohadspreadherhomeworkoverthreetables.
"Whereiseveryone?"saidHarry.
"Gone!It’sthefirstdayoftheholidays,remember?"saidRon,watchingHarryclosely."It’snearlylunchtime;Iwasgoingtocomeandwakeyouupinaminute."
Harryslumpedintoachairnexttothefire.Snowwasstillfallingoutsidethewindows.Crookshankswasspreadoutinfrontofthefirelikealarge,gingerrug.
"Youreallydon’tlookwell,youknow,"Hermionesaid,peeringanxiouslyintohisface.
"I’mfine,"saidHarry.
"Harry,listen,"saidHermione,exchangingalookwithRon,"youmustbereallyupsetaboutwhatweheardyesterday.Butthethingis,youmustn’tgodoinganythingstupid."
"Likewhat?"saidHarry.
"LiketryingtogoafterBlack,"saidRonsharply.
Harrycouldtelltheyhadrehearsedthisconversationwhilehehadbeenasleep.Hedidn’tsayanything.
"Youwon’t,willyou,Harry?"saidHermione.
"BecauseBlack’snotworthdyingfor,"saidRon.
Harrylookedatthem.Theydidn’tseemtounderstandatall.
