Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
Professor Trelawney’s Prediction
Well,goodluck!"
ShehurriedoffdownthespiralstaircasetowardLavender.
"RonaldWeasley,"saidthefamiliar,mistyvoicefromovertheirheads.RongrimacedatHarryandclimbedthesilverladderoutofsight.Harrywasnowtheonlypersonlefttobetested.Hesettledhimselfonthefloorwithhisbackagainstthewall,listeningtoaflybuzzinginthesunnywindow,hismindacrossthegroundswithHagrid.
Finally,afterabouttwentyminutes,Ron’slargefeetreappearedontheladder.
"How’ditgo?"Harryaskedhim,standingup.
"Rubbish,"saidRon."Couldn’tseeathing,soImadesomestuffup.Don’tthinkshewasconvinced,though..."
"Meetyouinthecommonroom,"HarrymutteredasProfessorTrelawney’svoicecalled,"HarryPotter!"
Thetowerroomwashotterthaneverbefore;thecurtainswereclosed,thefirewasalight,andtheusualsicklyscentmadeHarrycoughashestumbledthroughtheclutterofchairsandtabletowhereProfessorTrelawneysatwaitingforhimbeforealargecrystalball.
"Goodday,mydear,"shesaidsoftly."IfyouwouldkindlygazeintotheOrb...Takeyourtime,now...thentellmewhatyouseewithinit...."
Harrybentoverthecrystalballandstared,staredashardashecould,willingittoshowhimsomethingotherthanswirlingwhitefog,butnothinghappened.
"Well?"ProfessorTrelawneyprompteddelicately."Whatdoyousee?"
Theheatwasoverpoweringandhisnostrilswerestingingwiththeperfumedsmokewaftingfromthefirebesidethem.HethoughtofwhatRonhadjustsaid,anddecidedtopretend.
