Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Firebolt
"Whatd’youthinkHarry’sgoingtodowithit—sweepthefloor?"saidRon.
ButbeforeHermionecouldanswer,CrookshankssprangfromSeamus’sbed,rightatRon’schest.
"GET—HIM—OUT—OF—HERE!"RonbellowedasCrookshanks’sclawsrippedhispajamasandScabbersattemptedawildescapeoverhisshoulder.RonseizedScabbersbythetailandaimedamisjudgedkickatCrookshanksthathitthetrunkattheendofHarry’sbed,knockingitoverandcausingRontohopupanddown,howlingwithpain.
Crookshanks’sfursuddenlystoodonend.Ashrill,tinny,whistlingwasfillingtheroom.ThePocketSneakoscopehadbecomedislodgedfromUncleVernon’soldsocksandwaswhirlingandgleamingonthefloor.
"Iforgotaboutthat!"Harrysaid,bendingdownandpickinguptheSneakoscope."IneverwearthosesocksifIcanhelpit..."
TheSneakoscopewhirledandwhistledinhispalm.Crookshankswashissingandspittingatit.
"You’dbettertakethatcatoutofhere,Hermione,"saidRonfuriously,sittingonHarry’sbednursinghistoe."Can’tyoushutthatthingup?"headdedtoHarryasHermionestrodeoutoftheroom,Crookshanks’syelloweyesstillfixedmaliciouslyonRon.
HarrystuffedtheSneakoscopebackinsidethesocksandthrewitbackintohistrunk.AllthatcouldbeheardnowwereRon’sstifledmoansofpainandrage.ScabberswashuddledinRon’shands.
