Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Quidditch Final
Whenhewasn’tflyingit,helockeditsecurelyinhistrunkandfrequentlydashedbackuptoGryffindorToweratbreaktimestocheckthatitwasstillthere.
AllusualpursuitswereabandonedintheGryffindorcommonroomthenightbeforethematch.EvenHermionehadputdownherbooks.
"Ican’twork,Ican’tconcentrate,"shesaidnervously.
Therewasagreatdealofnoise.FredandGeorgeWeasleyweredealingwiththepressurebybeinglouderandmoreexuberantthanever.OliverWoodwascrouchedoveramodelofaQuidditchfieldinthecorner,proddinglittlefiguresacrossitwithhiswandandmutteringtohimselfAngelina,Alicia,andKatiewerelaughingatFred’sandGeorge’sjokes.HarrywassittingwithRonandHermione,removedfromthecenterofthings,tryingnottothinkaboutthenextday,becauseeverytimehedid,hehadthehorriblesensationthatsomethingverylargewasfightingtogetoutofhisstomach.
"You’regoingtobefine,"Hermionetoldhim,thoughshelookedpositivelyterrified.
"You’vegotaFirebolt!"saidRon.
"Yeah..."saidHarry,hisstomachwrithing.
ItcameasareliefwhenWoodsuddenlystoodupandyelled,"Team!Bed!"
Harrysleptbadly.Firsthedreamedthathehadoverslept,andthatWoodwasyelling,"Wherewereyou?WehadtouseNevilleinstead!"ThenhedreamedthatMalfoyandtherestoftheSlytherinteamarrivedforthematchridingdragons.Hewasflyingatbreakneckspeed,tryingtoavoidaspurtofflamesfromMalfoy’ssteed’smouth,whenherealizedhehadforgottenhisFirebolt.
