Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Patronus
"I’vegottogiveScabbershisrattonic."
HetooktheFireboltand,holdingitasifitweremadeofglass,carrieditawayuptheboys’staircase.
"CanIsitdown,then?"HarryaskedHermione.
"Isupposeso,"saidHermione,movingagreatstackofparchmentoffachair.
Harrylookedaroundattheclutteredtable,atthelongArithmancyessayonwhichtheinkwasstillglistening,attheevenlongerMuggleStudiesessay(’ExplainWhyMugglesNeedElectricity’)andattherunetranslationHermionewasnowporingover.
"Howareyougettingthroughallthisstuff?"Harryaskedher.
"Oh,well—youknow—workinghard,"saidHermione.Close-up,HarrysawthatshelookedalmostastiredasLupin.
"Whydon’tyoujustdropacoupleofsubjects?"Harryasked,watchingherliftingbooksasshesearchedforherrunedictionary.
"Icouldn’tdothat!"saidHermione,lookingscandalized.
"Arithmancylooksterrible,"saidHarry,pickingupaverycomplicated-lookingnumberchart.
"Ohno,it’swonderful!"saidHermioneearnestly."It’smyfavoritesubject!It’s—"
ButexactlywhatwaswonderfulaboutArithmancy,Harryneverfoundout.Atthatprecisemoment,astrangledyellechoeddowntheboys’staircase.Thewholecommonroomfellsilent,staring,petrified,attheentrance.Thencamehurriedfootsteps,growinglouderandlouder—andthenRoncameleapingintoview,draggingwithhimabedsheet.
"LOOK!"hebellowed,stridingovertoHermione’stable."LOOK!"heyelled,shakingthesheetsinherface
