Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           Whatdidthismean?IfCrookshankscouldseethedogaswell,howcoulditbeanomenofHarry’sdeath?

           "Ron!"Harryhissed."Ron!Wakeup!"

           "Huh?"

           "Ineedyoutotellmeifyoucanseesomething!"

           "S’alldark,Harry,"Ronmutteredthickly."What’reyouonabout?"

           "Downhere—"

           Harrylookedquicklybackoutofthewindow.

           Crookshanksandthedoghadvanished.Harryclimbedontothewindowsilltolookrightdownintotheshadowsofthecastle,buttheyweren’tthere.Wherehadtheygone?

           AloudsnoretoldhimRonhadfallenasleepagain.

           HarryandtherestoftheGryffindorteamenteredtheGreatHallthenextdaytoenormousapplause.Harrycouldn’thelpgrinningbroadlyashesawthatboththeRavenclawandHufflepufftableswereapplaudingthemtoo.TheSlytherintablehissedloudlyastheypassed.HarrynoticedthatMalfoylookedevenpalerthanusual.

           Woodspentthewholeofbreakfasturginghisteamtoeat,whiletouchingnothinghimself.Thenhehurriedthemofftothefieldbeforeanyoneelsehadfinished,sotheycouldgetanideaoftheconditions.AstheylefttheGreatHall,everyoneapplaudedagain.

           "Goodluck,Harry!"calledCho.Harryfelthimselfblushing.

           "Okay—nowindtospeakof—sun’sabitbright,thatcouldimpairyourvision,watchoutforit—ground’sfairlyhard,good,that’llgiveusafastkickoff—"

           Woodpacedthefield,staringaroundwiththeteambehindhim.Finally,theysawthefrontdoorsofthecastleopeninthedistanceandtherestoftheschoolspillingontothelawn.

           "Lockerrooms,"saidWoodtersely.