Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           Here—"

           HehandedHarryalargebarofHoneydukes’bestchocolate.

           "Eatthelot,orMadamPomfreywillbeaftermyblood.Sametimenextweek?"

           "Okay,"saidHarry.HetookabiteofthechocolateandwatchedLupinextinguishingthelampsthathadrekindledwiththedisappearanceoftheDementor.Athoughthadjustoccurredtohim.

           "ProfessorLupin?"hesaid."Ifyouknewmydad,youmust’veknownSiriusBlackaswell."

           Lupinturnedveryquickly.

           "Whatgivesyouthatidea?"hesaidsharply.

           "Nothing—Imean,IjustknewtheywerefriendsatHogwartstoo..."

           Lupin’sfacerelaxed.

           "Yes,Iknewhim,"hesaidshortly."OrIthoughtIdid.You’dbetterbeoff,Harry,it’sgettinglate."

           Harrylefttheclassroom,walkingalongthecorridorandaroundacorner,thentookadetourbehindasuitofarmorandsankdownonitsplinthtofinishhischocolate,wishinghehadn’tmentionedBlack,asLupinwasobviouslynotkeenonthesubject.ThenHarry’sthoughtswanderedbacktohismotherandfather...

           Hefeltdrainedandstrangelyempty,eventhoughhewassofullofchocolate.Terriblethoughitwastohearhisparents’lastmomentsreplayedinsidehishead,theseweretheonlytimesHarryhadheardtheirvoicessincehewasaverysmallchild.Buthe’dneverbeabletoproduceaproperPatronusifhehalfwantedtohearhisparentsagain...

           "They’redead,"hetoldhimselfsternly."They’redeadandlisteningtoechoesofthemwon’tbringthemback.You’dbettergetagriponyourselfifyouwantthatQuidditchCup."