Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Firebolt
"Orwecouldhaveagameofchess,"hesaidhastily,"orGobstones.Percyleftaset—"
"No,let’svisitHagrid,"saidHarryfirmly.
Sotheygottheircloaksfromtheirdormitoriesandsetoffthroughtheportraithole("Standandfight,youyellow-belliedmongrels!"),downthroughtheemptycastleandoutthroughtheoakfrontdoors.
Theymadetheirwayslowlydownthelawn,makingashallowtrenchintheglittering,powderysnow,theirsocksandthehemsoftheircloakssoakedandfreezing.TheForbiddenForestlookedasthoughithadbeenenchanted,eachtreesmatteredwithsilver,andHagrid’scabinlookedlikeanicedcake.
Ronknocked,buttherewasnoanswer.
"He’snotout,ishe?"saidHermione,whowasshiveringunderhercloak.
Ronhadhiseartothedoor.
"There’saweirdnoise,"hesaid."Listen—isthatFang?"
HarryandHermioneputtheirearstothedoortoo.Frominsidethecabincameaseriesoflow,throbbingmoans.
"Thinkwe’dbettergoandgetsomeone?"saidRonnervously.
"Hagrid!"calledHarry,thumpingthedoor."Hagrid,areyouinthere?"
Therewasasoundofheavyfootsteps,thenthedoorcreakedopen.Hagridstoodtherewithhiseyesredandswollen,tearssplashingdownthefrontofhisleathervest.
"You’veheard?"hebellowed,andheflunghimselfontoHarry’sneck.
Hagridbeingatleasttwicethesizeofanormalman,thiswasnolaughingmatter.Harry,abouttocollapseunderHagrid’sweight,wasrescuedbyRonandHermione,whoeachseizedHagridunderanarmandheavedhimbackintothecabin.
