Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
Aunt Marge’s Big Mistake
Ron’lllookafteryou.Illwritehimanote,explaining.Anddon’tlookatmelikethat"—Hedwig’slargeambereyeswerereproachful—"it’snotmyfault.It’stheonlywayI’llbeallowedtovisitHogsmeadewithRonandHermione."
Tenminuteslater,ErrolandHedwig(whohadanotetoRonboundtoherleg)soaredoutofthewindowandoutofsight.Harry,nowfeelingthoroughlymiserable,puttheemptycageawayinsidethewardrobe.
ButHarrydidn’thavelongtobrood.Innexttonotime,AuntPetuniawasshriekingupthestairsforHarrytocomedownandgetreadytowelcometheirguest.
"Dosomethingaboutyourhair!"AuntPetuniasnappedashereachedthehall.
Harrycouldn’tseethepointoftryingtomakehishairlieflat.AuntMargelovedcriticizinghim,sotheuntidierhelooked,thehappiershewouldbe.
Alltoosoon,therewasacrunchofgraveloutsideasUncleVernon’scarpulledbackintothedriveway,thentheclunkofthecardoorsandfootstepsonthegardenpath.
"Getthedoor!"AuntPetuniahissedatHarry.
Afeelingofgreatgloominhisstomach,Harrypulledthedooropen.
OnthethresholdstoodAuntMarge.ShewasverylikeUncleVernon:large,beefy,andpurple-faced,sheevenhadamustache,thoughnotasbushyashis.Inonehandsheheldanenormoussuitcase,andtuckedundertheotherwasanoldandevil-temperedbulldog.
