Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Firebolt
"Ihavebeencrystalgazing,Headmaster,"saidProfessorTrelawneyinhermistiest,mostfarawayvoice,"andtomyastonishment,Isawmyselfabandoningmysolitaryluncheonandcomingtojoinyou.WhoamItorefusethepromptingsoffate?Iatoncehastenedfrommytower,andIdobegyoutoforgivemylateness..."
"Certainly,certainly,"saidDumbledore,hiseyestwinkling."Letmedrawyouupachair—"
Andhedidindeeddrawachairinmidairwithhiswand,whichrevolvedforafewsecondsbeforefallingwithathudbetweenProfessorsSnapeandMcGonagall.ProfessorTrelawney,however,didnotsitdown;herenormouseyeshadbeenrovingaroundthetable,andshesuddenlyutteredakindofsoftscream.
"Idarenot,Headmaster!IfIjointhetable,weshallbethirteen!Nothingcouldbemoreunlucky!Neverforgetthatwhenthirteendinetogether,thefirsttorisewillbethefirsttodie!"
"We’llriskit,Sibyll,"saidProfessorMcGonagallimpatiently."Dositdown,theturkey’sgettingstonecold."
ProfessorTrelawneyhesitated,thenloweredherselfintotheemptychair,eyesshutandmouthclenchedtight,asthoughexpectingathunderbolttohitthetable.ProfessorMcGonagallpokedalargespoonintothenearesttureen.
"Tripe,Sibyll?"
ProfessorTrelawneyignoredher.Eyesopenagain,shelookedaroundoncemoreandsaid,"ButwhereisdearProfessorLupin?"
"I’mafraidthepoorfellowisillagain,"saidDumbledore,indicatingthateverybodyshouldstartservingthemselves."MostunfortunatethatitshouldhappenonChristmasDay."
