Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
Aunt Marge’s Big Mistake
"Where’smyDudders?"roaredAuntMarge."Where’smyneffypoo?"
Dudleycamewaddlingdownthehall,hisblondhairplasteredflattohisfathead,abowtiejustvisibleunderhismanychins.AuntMargethrustthesuitcaseintoHarry’sstomach,knockingthewindoutofhim,seizedDudleyinatightone-armedhug,andplantedalargekissonhischeek.
HarryknewperfectlywellthatDudleyonlyputupwithAuntMarge’shugsbecausehewaswellpaidforit,andsureenough,whentheybrokeapart,Dudleyhadacrisptwenty-poundnoteclutchedinhisfatfist.
"Petunia!"shoutedAuntMarge,stridingpastHarryasthoughhewasahat-stand.AuntMargeandAuntPetuniakissed,orrather,AuntMargebumpedherlargejawagainstAuntPetuniasbonycheekbone.
UncleVernonnowcamein,smilingjoviallyasheshutthedoor.
"Tea,Marge?"hesaid."AndwhatwillRippertake?"
"Rippercanhavesometeaoutofmysaucer,"saidAuntMargeastheyallproceededintothekitchen,leavingHarryaloneinthehallwiththesuitcase.ButHarrywasn’tcomplaining;anyexcusenottobewithAuntMargewasfinebyhim,sohebegantoheavethecaseupstairsintothesparebedroom,takingaslongashecould.
Bythetimehegotbacktothekitchen,AuntMargehadbeensuppliedwithteaandfruitcake,andRipperwaslappingnoisilyinthecorner.HarrysawAuntPetuniawinceslightlyasspecksofteaanddroolfleckedhercleanfloor.AuntPetuniahatedanimals.
