Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Patronus
Concentratingveryhardonhowhehadfeltwhenhe’drealizedhe’dbeleavingPrivetDrive,Harrygottohisfeetandfacedthepackingcaseoncemore.
"Ready?"saidLupin,wholookedasthoughheweredoingthisagainsthisbetterjudgment."Concentratinghard?Allright—go!"
Hepulledoffthelidofthecaseforthethirdtime,andtheDementorroseoutofit;theroomfellcoldanddark—
"EXPECTOPATRONUM!"Harrybellowed."EXPECTOPATRONUM!EXPECTOPATRONUM!"
ThescreaminginsideHarry’sheadhadstartedagain—exceptthistime,itsoundedasthoughitwerecomingfromabadlytunedradio—softerandlouderandsofteragain...andhecouldstillseetheDementor...ithadhalted...andthenahuge,silvershadowcameburstingoutoftheendofHarry’swand,tohoverbetweenhimandtheDementor,andthoughHarry’slegsfeltlikewater,hewasstillonhisfeet—thoughforhowmuchlonger,hewasn’tsure...
"Riddikulus!"roaredLupin,springingforward.
Therewasaloudcrack,andHarry’scloudyPatronusvanishedalongwiththeDementor;hesankintoachair,feelingasexhaustedasifhe’djustrunamile,andfelthislegsshaking.Outofthecornerofhiseye,hesawProfessorLupinforcingtheBoggartbackintothepackingcasewithhiswand;ithadturnedintoasilveryorbagain.
"Excellent!"Lupinsaid,stridingovertowhereHarrysat."Excellent,Harry!Thatwasdefinitelyastart!"
"Canwehaveanothergo?Justonemorego?"
"Notnow,"saidLupinfirmly."You’vehadenoughforonenight.
