Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Quidditch Final
Hefellthroughtheairandwokewithastart.
ItwasafewsecondsbeforeHarryrememberedthatthematchhadn’ttakenplaceyet,thathewassafeinbed,andthattheSlytherinteamdefinitelywouldn’tbeallowedtoplayondragons.Hewasfeelingverythirsty.Quietlyashecould,hegotoutofhisfour-posterandwenttopourhimselfsomewaterfromthesilverjugbeneaththewindow.
Thegroundswerestillandquiet.NobreathofwinddisturbedthetreetopsintheForbiddenForest;theWhompingWillowwasmotionlessandinnocent-looking.Itlookedasthoughtheconditionsforthematchwouldbeperfect.
Harrysetdownhisgobletandwasabouttoturnbacktohisbedwhensomethingcaughthiseye.Ananimalofsomekindwasprowlingacrossthesilverylawn.
Harrydashedtohisbedsidetable,snatcheduphisglasses,andputthemon,thenhurriedbacktothewindow.Itcouldn’tbetheGrim—notnow—notrightbeforethematch—
Hepeeredoutatthegroundsagainand,afteraminute’sfranticsearching,spottedit.Itwasskirtingtheedgeoftheforestnow...Itwasn’ttheGrimatall...itwasacat...Harryclutchedthewindowledgeinreliefasherecognizedthebottlebrushtail.ItwasonlyCrookshanks...
OrwasitonlyCrookshanks?Harrysquinted,pressinghisnoseflatagainsttheglass.Crookshanksseemedtohavecometoahalt.Harrywassurehecouldseesomethingelsemovingintheshadowofthetreestoo.
Andjustthen,itemerged—agigantic,shaggyblackdog,movingstealthilyacrossthelawn,Crookshankstrottingatitsside.Harrystared.
