Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           HarrylettheSnitchgoagain,gaveitaminute’sheadstart,thentoreafterit,weavinginandoutoftheothers;hespotteditlurkingnearKatieBell’sknee,loopedhereasily,andcaughtitagain.

           Itwasthebestpracticeever;theteam,inspiredbythepresenceoftheFireboltintheirmidst,performedtheirbestmovesfaultlessly,andbythetimetheyhitthegroundagain,Wooddidn’thaveasinglecriticismtomake,which,asGeorgeWeasleypointedout,wasafirst.

           "Ican’tseewhat’sgoingtostopustomorrow!"saidWood."Notunless—Harry,you’vesortedoutyourDementorproblem,haven’tyou?"

           "Yeah,"saidHarry,thinkingofhisfeeblePatronusandwishingitwerestronger.

           "TheDementorswon’tturnupagain,Oliver.Dumbledore’dgoballistic,"saidFredconfidently.

           "Well,let’shopenot,"saidWood."Anyway—goodwork,everyone.Let’sgetbacktothetower...turninearly..."

           "I’mstayingoutforabit;RonwantsagoontheFirebolt,"HarrytoldWood,andwhiletherestoftheteamheadedofftothelockerrooms,HarrystrodeovertoRon,whovaultedthebarriertothestandsandcametomeethim.MadamHoochhadfallenasleepinherseat.

           "Hereyougo,"saidHarry,handingRontheFirebolt.

           Ron,anexpressionofecstasyonhisface,mountedthebroomandzoomedoffintothegatheringdarknesswhileHarrywalkedaroundtheedgeofthefield,watchinghim.NighthadfallenbeforeMadamHoochawokewithastart,toldHarryandRonofffornotwakingher,andinsistedthattheygobacktothecastle.