Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           "Don’tberidiculous,Weasley,howcouldhepossiblyhavegottenthroughtheportraithole?"

           "Askhim!"saidRon,pointingashakingfingeratthebackofSirCadogan’spicture."Askhimifhesaw—"

           GlaringsuspiciouslyatRon,ProfessorMcGonagallpushedtheportraitbackopenandwentoutside.Thewholecommonroomlistenedwithbatedbreath."SirCadogan,didyoujustletamanenterGryffindorTower?"

           "Certainly,goodlady!"criedSirCadogan.

           Therewasastunnedsilence,bothinsideandoutsidethecommonroom.

           "You—youdid?"saidProfessorMcGonagall."But—butthepassword!"

           "Hehad’em!"saidSirCadoganproudly."Hadthewholeweek’s,mylady!Read’emoffalittlepieceofpaper!"

           ProfessorMcGonagallpulledherselfbackthroughtheportraitholetofacethestunnedcrowd.Shewaswhiteaschalk.

           "Whichperson,"shesaid,hervoiceshaking,"whichabysmallyfoolishpersonwrotedownthisweek’spasswordsandleftthemlyingaround?"

           Therewasuttersilence,brokenbythesmallestofterrifiedsqueaks.NevilleLongbottom,tremblingfromheadtofluffyslipperedtoes,raisedhishandslowlyintotheair.