Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
Professor Trelawney’s Prediction
ThencameAstronomyatmidnight,uponthetallesttower;HistoryofMagiconWednesdaymorning,inwhichHarryscribbledeverythingFloreanFortescuehadevertoldhimaboutmedievalwitch-hunts,whilewishinghecouldhavehadoneofFortescue’schoco-nutsundaeswithhiminthestiflingclassroom.WednesdayafternoonmeantHerbology,inthegreenhousesunderabaking-hotsun;thenbacktothecommonroomoncemore,withsunburntnecks,thinkinglonginglyofthistimenextday,whenitwouldallbeover.
Theirsecondtolastexam,onThursdaymorning,wasDefenseAgainsttheDarkArts.ProfessorLupinhadcompiledthemostunusualexamanyofthemhadevertaken;asortofobstaclecourseoutsideinthesun,wheretheyhadtowadeacrossadeeppaddlingpoolcontainingaGrindylow,crossaseriesofpotholesfullofRedCaps,squishtheirwayacrossapatchofmarshwhileignoringmisleadingdirectionsfromaHinkypunk,thenclimbintoanoldtrunkandbattlewithanewBoggart.
"Excellent,Harry,"LupinmutteredasHarryclimbedoutofthetrunk,grinning."Fullmarks."
Flushedwithhissuccess,HarryhungaroundtowatchRonandHermione.RondidverywelluntilhereachedtheHinkypunk,whichsuccessfullyconfusedhimintosinkingwaist-highintothequagmire.HermionedideverythingperfectlyuntilshereachedthetrunkwiththeBoggartinit.Afteraboutaminuteinsideit,sheburstoutagain,screaming.
"Hermione!"saidLupin,startled."What’sthematter?"
"P-P-ProfessorMcGonagall!"Hermionegasped,pointingintothetrunk.
