Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           HarryshoulderedtheFireboltandheandRonwalkedoutoftheshadowystadium,discussingtheFirebolt’ssuperblysmoothaction,itsphenomenalacceleration,anditspinpointturning.TheywerehalfwaytowardthecastlewhenHarry,glancingtohisleft,sawsomethingthatmadehisheartturnover—apairofeyes,gleamingoutofthedarkness.

           Harrystoppeddead,hisheartbangingagainsthisribs.

           "What’sthematter?"saidRon.

           Harrypointed.Ronpulledouthiswandandmuttered,"Lumos!"

           Abeamoflightfellacrossthegrass,hitthebottomofatree,andilluminateditsbranches;there,crouchingamongthebuddingleaves,wasCrookshanks.

           "Getoutofhere!"Ronroared,andhestoopeddownandseizedastonelyingonthegrass,butbeforehecoulddoanythingelse,Crookshankshadvanishedwithoneswishofhislonggingertail.

           "See?"Ronsaidfuriously,chuckingthestonedownagain."She’sstilllettinghimwanderaboutwhereverhewants—probablywashingdownScabberswithacoupleofbirdsnow...."

           Harrydidn’tsayanything.Hetookadeepbreathasreliefseepedthroughhim;hehadbeensureforamomentthatthoseeyeshadbelongedtotheGrim.Theysetoffforthecastleoncemore.slightlyashamedofhismomentofpanic,Harrydidn’tsayanythingtoRon—nordidhelookleftorrightuntiltheyhadreachedthewelllitentrancehall.

           Harrywentdowntobreakfastthenextmorningwiththerestoftheboysinhisdormitory,allofwhomseemedtothinktheFireboltdeservedasortofguardofhonor.