Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           "Right,then—readytotryitonaDementor?"

           "Yes,"Harrysaid,grippinghiswandverytightly,andmovingintothemiddleofthedesertedclassroom.Hetriedtokeephismindonflying,butsomethingelsekeptintruding...Anysecondnow,hemighthearhismotheragain...butheshouldn’tthinkthat,orhewouldhearheragain,andhedidn’twantto...ordidhe?

           Lupingraspedthelidofthepackingcaseandpulled.

           ADementorroseslowlyfromthebox,itshoodedfaceturnedtowardHarry,oneglistening,scabbedhandgrippingitscloak.Thelampsaroundtheclassroomflickeredandwentout.TheDementorsteppedfromtheboxandstartedtosweepsilentlytowardHarry,drawingadeep,rattlingbreath.Awaveofpiercingcoldbrokeoverhim—

           "Expectopatronum!"Harryyelled."Expectopatronum!Expecto—"

           ButtheclassroomandtheDementorweredissolving...Harrywasfallingagainthroughthickwhitefog,andhismother’svoicewaslouderthanever,echoinginsidehishead—"NotHarry!NotHarry!Please—I’lldoanything—"

           "Standaside—standaside,girl—"

           "Harry!"

           Harryjerkedbacktolife.Hewaslyingflatonhisbackonthefloor.Theclassroomlampswerealightagain.Hedidn’thavetoaskwhathadhappened.

           "Sorry,"hemuttered,sittingupandfeelingcoldsweattricklingdownbehindhisglasses.

           "Areyouallright?"saidLupin.

           "Yes..."Harrypulledhimselfupononeofthedesksandleanedagainstit.

           "Here—"LupinhandedhimaChocolateFrog."Eatthisbeforewetryagain.