Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
Aunt Marge’s Big Mistake
"No,Vernon,"hiccupedAuntMarge,holdingupahand,hertinybloodshoteyesfixedonHarry’s."Goon,boy,goon.Proudofyourparents,areyou?Theygoandgetthemselveskilledinacarcrash(drunk,Iexpect)—"
"Theydidn’tdieinacarcrash!"saidHarry,whofoundhimselfonhisfeet.
"Theydiedinacarcrash,younastylittleliar,andleftyoutobeaburdenontheirdecent,hardworkingrelatives!"screamedAuntMarge,swellingwithfury."Youareaninsolent,ungratefullittle—"
ButAuntMargesuddenlystoppedspeaking.Foramoment,itlookedasthoughwordshadfailedher.Sheseemedtobeswellingwithinexpressibleanger—buttheswellingdidn’tstop.Hergreatredfacestartedtoexpand,hertinyeyesbulged,andhermouthstretchedtootightlyforspeech—nextsecond,severalbuttonshadjustburstfromhertweedjacketandpingedoffthewalls—shewasinflatinglikeamonstrousballoon,herstomachburstingfreeofhertweedwaistband,eachofherfingersblowinguplikeasalami...
"MARGE!"yelledUncleVernonandAuntPetuniatogetherasAuntMarge’swholebodybegantoriseoffherchairtowardtheceiling.Shewasentirelyround,now,likeavastlifebuoywithpiggyeyes,andherhandsandfeetstuckoutweirdlyasshedriftedupintotheair,makingapoplecticpoppingnoises.Rippercameskiddingintotheroom,barkingmadly.
"NOOOOOOO!"
UncleVernonseizedoneofMarge’sfeetandtriedtopullherdownagain,butwasalmostliftedfromthefloorhimself.Asecondlater,RipperleaptforwardandsankhisteethintoUncleVernon’sleg.
