Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Firebolt
ThoughProfessorMcGonagallwasHeadofGryffindorHouse,Harryhadonlyseenherinthecommonroomoncebefore,andthathadbeentomakeaverygraveannouncement.HeandRonstaredather,bothholdingtheFirebolt.Hermionewalkedaroundthem,satdown,pickedupthenearestbookandhidherfacebehindit.
"Sothat’sit,isit?"saidProfessorMcGonagallbeadily,walkingovertothefiresideandstaringattheFirebolt."MissGrangerhasjustinformedmethatyouhavebeensentabroomstick,Potter."
HarryandRonlookedaroundatHermione.Theycouldseeherforeheadreddeningoverthetopofherbook,whichwasupside-down.
"MayI?"saidProfessorMcGonagall,butshedidn’twaitforananswerbeforepullingtheFireboltoutoftheirhands.Sheexamineditcarefullyfromhandletotwig-ends."Hmm.Andtherewasnonoteatall,Potter?Nocard?Nomessageofanykind?"
"No,"saidHarryblankly.
"Isee..."saidProfessorMcGonagall."Well,I’mafraidIwillhavetotakethis,Potter."
"W—what?"saidHarry,scramblingtohisfeet."Why?"
"Itwillneedtobecheckedforjinxes,"saidProfessorMcGonagall."Ofcourse,I’mnoexpert,butIdaresayMadamHoochandProfessorFlitwickwillstripitdown—"
"Stripitdown?"repeatedRon,asthoughProfessorMcGonagallwasmad.
"Itshouldn’ttakemorethanafewweeks,"saidProfessorMcGonagall."Youwillhaveitbackifwearesureitisjinx-free."
"There’snothingwrongwithit!"saidHarry,hisvoiceshakingslightly
