Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
Aunt Marge’s Big Mistake
"CanItemptyou,Marge?"
AuntMargehadalreadyhadquitealotofwine.Herhugefacewasveryred.
"Justasmallone,then,"shechuckled."Abitmorethanthat...andabitmore...that’stheticket."
Dudleywaseatinghisfourthsliceofpie.AuntPetuniawassippingcoffeewithherlittlefingerstickingout.Harryreallywantedtodisappearintohisbedroom,buthemetUncleVernon’sangrylittleeyesandknewhewouldhavetosititout.
"Aah,"saidAuntMarge,smackingherlipsandputtingtheemptybrandyglassbackdown."Excellentnosh,Petunia.It’snormallyjustafry-upformeofanevening,withtwelvedogstolookafter..."Sheburpedrichlyandpattedhergreattweedstomach."Pardonme.ButIdoliketoseeahealthy-sizedboy,"shewenton,winkingatDudley."You’llbeaproper-sizedman,Dudders,likeyourfather.Yes,I’llhaveaspotmorebrandy,Vernon..."
"Now,thisonehere—"
ShejerkedherheadatHarry,whofelthisstomachclench.TheHandbook,hethoughtquickly.
"Thisone’sgotamean,runtylookabouthim.Yougetthatwithdogs.IhadColonelFubsterdrownonelastyear.Rattylittlethingitwas.Weak.Underbred."
Harrywastryingtorememberpagetwelveofhisbook:ACharmtoCureReluctantReversers.
