Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           Asthoughaninvisiblehandwerewritinguponit,wordsappearedonthesmoothsurfaceofthemap.

           "MooneypresentshiscomplimentstoProfessorSnape,andbegshimtokeephisabnormallylargenoseoutofotherpeople’sbusiness."

           Snapefroze.Harrystared,dumbstruck,atthemessage.Butthemapdidn’tstopthere.Morewritingwasappearingbeneaththefirst.

           "Mr.ProngsagreeswithMr.MooneyandwouldliketoaddthatProfessorSnapeisanuglygit."

           Itwouldhavebeenveryfunnyifthesituationhadn’tbeensoserious.Andtherewasmore...

           "Mr.Padfootwouldliketoregisterhisastonishmentthatanidiotlikethateverbecameaprofessor."

           Harryclosedhiseyesinhorror.Whenhe’dopenedthem,themaphadhaditslastword.

           "Mr.WormtailbidsProfessorSnapegoodday,andadviseshimtowashhishair,theslimeball."

           Harrywaitedfortheblowtofall.

           "So..."saidSnapesoftly."We’llseeaboutthis..."

           Hestrodeacrosstohisfire,seizedafistfulofglitteringpowderfromajaronthefireplace,andthrewitintotheflames.

           "Lupin!"Snapecalledintothefire."Iwantaword!"

           Utterlybewildered,Harrystaredatthefire.Alargeshapehadappearedinit,revolvingveryfast.Secondslater,ProfessorLupinwasclamberingoutofthefireplace,brushingashoffhisshabbyrobes.

           "Youcalled,Severus?"saidLupinmildly.

           "Icertainlydid,"saidSnape,hisfacecontortedwithfuryashestrodebacktohisdesk."IhavejustaskedPottertoemptyhispockets.Hewascarryingthis."

           Snapepointedattheparchment,onwhichthewordsofMessrs.