Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           Malfoywasstaringmadlyaroundatthedesertedlandscape.

           Harrysneakedalongthepath,whereaparticularlysloppypuddleyieldedsomefoul-smelling,greensludge.

           SPLATTER!

           CrabbeandGoylecaughtsomethistime.Goylehoppedfuriouslyonthespot,tryingtorubitoutofhissmall,dulleyes.

           "Itcamefromoverthere!"saidMalfoy,wipinghisface,andstaringataspotsomesixfeettotheleftofHarry.

           Crabbeblunderedforward,hislongarmsoutstretchedlikeazombie.Harrydodgedaroundhim,pickedupastick,andlobbeditatCrabbe’sback.HarrydoubledupwithsilentlaughterasCrabbedidakindofpirouetteinmidair,tryingtoseewhohadthrownit.AsRonwastheonlypersonCrabbecouldsee,itwasRonhestartedtoward,butHarrystuckouthisleg.Crabbestumbled—andhishuge,flatfootcaughtthehemofHarry’scloak.Harryfeltagreattug,thenthecloakslidoffhisface.

           Forasplitsecond,Malfoystaredathim.

           "AAARGH!"heyelled,pointingatHarry’shead.Thenheturnedtailandran,atbreakneckspeed,backdownthehill,CrabbeandGoylebehindhim.

           Harrytuggedthecloakupagain,butthedamagewasdone.

           "Harry!"Ronsaid,stumblingforwardandstaringhopelesslyatthepointwhereHarryhaddisappeared,"you’dbetterrunforit!IfMalfoytellsanyone—you’dbettergetbacktothecastle,quick—"

           "Seeyoulater,"saidHarry,andwithoutanotherword,hetorebackdownthepathtowardHogsmeade.