Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Firebolt
"Mydears!Whichofyoulefthisseatfirst?Which?"
"Dunno,"saidRon,lookinguneasilyatHarry.
"Idoubtitwillmakemuchdifference,"saidProfessorMcGonagallcoldly,"unlessamadaxe-maniswaitingoutsidethedoorstoslaughterthefirstintotheEntranceHall."
EvenRonlaughed.ProfessorTrelawneylookedhighlyaffronted.
"Coming?"HarrysaidtoHermione.
"No,"Hermionemuttered."IwantaquickwordwithProfessorMcGonagall."
"Probablytryingtoseeifshecantakeanymoreclasses,"yawnedRonastheymaketheirwayintotheEntranceHall,whichwascompletelydevoidofmadaxe-men.
WhentheyreachedtheportraitholetheyfoundSirCadoganenjoyingaChristmaspartwithacoupleofmonks,severalpreviousheadmastersofHogwartsandhisfatpony.Hepusheduphisvisortoastedthemwithaflagonofmead.
"Merry—hic—Christmas!Password?"
"Scurvycur,"saidRon.
"Andthesametoyou,sir!roaredSirCadogan,asthepaintingswungforwardtoadmitthem.
Harrywentstraightuptothedormitory,collectedhisFireboltandtheBroomstickServicingKitHermionehadgivenhimforhisbirthday,broughtthemdownstairsandtriedtofindsomethingtodowiththeFirebolt;however,therewherenobenttwigstoclip,andthehandlewassoshinyalreadyitseemedpointlesstopolishit.HeandRonsimplysatadmiringitfromeveryangle,untiltheportraitholeopened,andHermionecamein,accompaniedbyProfessorMcGonagall.
