Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           "Dowatchwhereyou’regoing,Potter!"

           "Sorry,Professor—"

           "I’vejustbeenlookingforyouintheGryffindorcommonroom,Well,hereitis,we’vedoneeverythingwecouldthinkof,andtheredoesn’tseemtobeanythingwrongwithitatall—you’vegotaverygoodfriendsomewhere,Potter..."

           Harry’sjawdropped.ShewasholdingouthisFirebolt,anditlookedasmagnificentasever.

           "Icanhaveitback?"Harrysaidweakly."Seriously?"

           "Seriously,"saidProfessorMcGonagall,andshewasactuallysmiling."Idaresayyou’llneedtogetthefeelofitbeforeSaturday’smatch,won’tyou?AndPotter—dotryandwin,won’tyou?Orwe’llbeoutoftherunningfortheeighthyearinarow,asProfessorSnapewaskindenoughtoremindmeonlylastnight..."

           Speechless,HarrycarriedtheFireboltbackupstairstowardGryffindorTower.Asheturnedacorner,hesawRondashingtowardhim,grinningfromeartoear.

           "Shegaveittoyou?Excellent!Listen,canIstillhaveagoonit?Tomorrow?"

           "Yeah...anything..."saidHarry,hisheartlighterthanithadbeeninamonth."Youknowwhat—weshouldmakeupwithHermione...Shewasonlytryingtohelp..."

           "Yeah,allright,"saidRon."She’sinthecommonroomnowworking—forachange."

           TheyturnedintothecorridortoGryffindorTowerandsawNevilleLongbottom,pleadingwithSirCadogan,whoseemedtoberefusinghimentrance.

           "Iwrotethemdown!"Nevillewassayingtearfully."ButImust’vedroppedthemsomewhere!"

           "Alikelytale!"roaredSirCadogan.