Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Patronus
ThefirstDivinationlessonofthenewtermwasmuchlessfun;ProfessorTrelawneywasnowteachingthempalmistry,andshelostnotimeininformingHarrythathehadtheshortestlifelineshehadeverseen.
ItwasDefenseAgainsttheDarkArtsthatHarrywaskeentogetto;afterhisconversationwithWood,hewantedtogetstartedonhisanti-Dementorlessonsassoonaspossible.
"Ahyes,"saidLupin,whenHarryremindedhimofhispromiseattheendofclass."Letmesee...howabouteighto’clockonThursdayevening?TheHistoryofMagicclassroomshouldbelargeenough...I’llhavetothinkcarefullyabouthowwe’regoingtodothis...Wecan’tbringarealDementorintothecastletopracticeon...."
"Stilllooksill,doesn’the?"saidRonastheywalkeddownthecorridor,headingtodinner."Whatd’youreckon’sthematterwithhim?"
Therewasaloudandimpatient"tuh"frombehindthem.ItwasHermione,whohadbeensittingatthefeetofasuitofarmor,repackingherbag,whichwassofullofbooksitwouldn’tclose.
"Andwhatareyoututtingatusfor?"saidRonirritably.
"Nothing,"saidHermioneinaloftyvoice,heavingherbagbackoverhershoulder.
"Yes,youwere,"saidRon."IsaidIwonderwhat’swrongwithLupin,andyou—"
"Well,isn’titobvious?"saidHermione,withalookofmaddeningsuperiority.
"Ifyoudon’twanttotellus,don’t,"snappedRon.
"Fine,"saidHermionehaughtily,andshemarchedoff.
"Shedoesn’tknow,"saidRon,staringresentfullyafterHermione."She’sjusttryingtogetustotalktoheragain."
