Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           "SHESCORES!SHESCORES!GryffindorleadsbyeightyPointstotwenty!"

           Harry,whohadalmostpeltedheadlongintothestands,skiddedtoahaltinmidair,reversed,andzoomedbackintothemiddleofthefield.

           Andthenhesawsomethingtomakehisheartstandstill.Malfoywasdiving,alookoftriumphonhisface—there,afewfeetabovethegrassbelow,wasatiny,goldenglimmer—

           HarryurgedtheFireboltdownward,butMalfoywasmilesahead—

           "Go!Go!Go!"Harryurgedhisbroom.HewasgainingonMalfoy—HarryflattenedhimselftothebroomhandleasBolesentaBludgerathim—hewasatMalfoy’sankles—hewaslevel—

           Harrythrewhimselfforward,tookbothhandsoffhisbroom.HeknockedMalfoy’sarmoutofthewayand—

           "YES!"

           Hepulledoutofhisdive,hishandintheair,andthestadiumexploded.Harrysoaredabovethecrowd,anoddringinginhisears.Thetinygoldenballwasheldtightinhisfist,beatingitswingshopelesslyagainsthisfingers.

           ThenWoodwasspeedingtowardhim,half-blindedbytears;heseizedHarryaroundtheneckandsobbedunrestrainedlyintohisshoulder.HarryfelttwolargethumpsasFredandGeorgehitthem;thenAngelina’s,Alicia’s,andKatie’svoices,"We’vewontheCup!We’vewontheCup!"Tangledtogetherinamany-armedhug,theGryffindorteamsank,yellinghoarsely,backtoearth.

           Waveuponwaveofcrimsonsupporterswaspouringoverthebarriersontothefield.Handswererainingdownontheirbacks.Harryhadaconfusedimpressionofnoiseandbodiespressinginonhim