Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           Moony,Wormtail,Padfoot,andProngswerestillshining.Anodd,closedexpressionappearedonLupin’sface.

           "Well?"saidSnape.

           Lupincontinuedtostareatthemap.HarryhadtheimpressionthatLupinwasdoingsomeveryquickthinking.

           "Well?"saidSnapeagain."ThisparchmentisplainlyfullofDarkMagic.Thisissupposedtobeyourareaofexpertise,Lupin.WheredoyouimaginePottergotsuchathing?"

           Lupinlookedupand,bythemeresthalf-glanceinHarry’sdirection,warnedhimnottointerrupt.

           "FullofDarkMagic?"herepeatedmildly."Doyoureallythinkso,Severus?Itlookstomeasthoughitismerelyapieceofparchmentthatinsultsanybodywhoreadsit.Childish,butsurelynotdangerous?IimagineHarrygotitfromajokeshop—"

           "Indeed?"saidSnape.Hisjawhadgonerigidwithanger."Youthinkajokeshopcouldsupplyhimwithsuchathing?Youdon’tthinkitmorelikelythathegotitdirectlyfromthemanufacturers?"

           Harrydidn’tunderstandwhatSnapewastalkingabout.Nor,apparently,didLupin.

           "Youmean,byMr.Wormtailoroneofthesepeople?"hesaid."Harry,doyouknowanyofthesemen?"

           "No,"saidHarryquickly.

           "Yousee,Severus?"saidLupin,turningbacktoSnape."ItlookslikeaZonkoproducttome—"

           Rightoncue,Roncameburstingintotheoffice.Hewascompletelyoutofbreath,andstoppedjustshortofSnape’sdesk,clutchingthestitchinhischestandtryingtospeak.

           "I—gave—Harry—that—stuff,"hechoked."Bought—it...inZonko’s...ages—ago..."