Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
Professor Trelawney’s Prediction
Hehesitated,thinkingofrunningtothehospitalwing—andthenProfessorTrelawneyspokeagain,inthesameharshvoice,quiteunlikeherown:
"THEDARKLORDLIESALONEANDFRIENDLESS,ABANDONEDBYHISFOLLOWERS.HISSERVANTHASBEENCHAINEDTHESETWELVEYEARS.TONIGHT,BEFOREMIDNIGHT...THESERVANTWILLBREAKFREEANDSETOUTTOREJOINHISMASTER.THEDARKLORDWILLRISEAGAINWITHHISSERVANT’SAID,GREATERANDMORETERRIBLETHANEVERHEWAS.TONIGHT...BEFOREMIDNIGHT...THESERVANT...WILLSETOUT...TOREJOIN...HISMASTER..."
ProfessorTrelawney’sheadfellforwardontoherchest.Shemadeagruntingsortofnoise.Harrysatthere,staringather.Then,quitesuddenly,ProfessorTrelawney’sheadsnappedupagain.
"I’msosorry,dearboy,"shesaiddreamily,"theheatoftheday,youknow...Idriftedoffforamoment...."
Harrysatthere,staringather.
"Isthereanythingwrong,mydear?"
"You—youjusttoldmethatthe—theDarkLord’sgoingtoriseagain...thathisservant’sgoingtogobacktohim."
ProfessorTrelawneylookedthoroughlystartled.
"TheDarkLord?He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named?Mydearboy,that’shardlysomethingtojokeabout...Riseagain,indeed—"
"Butyoujustsaidit!YousaidtheDarkLord—"
"Ithinkyoumusthavedozedofftoo,dear!"saidProfessorTrelawney."Iwouldcertainlynotpresumetopredictanythingquiteasfar-fetchedasthat!"
Harryclimbedbackdowntheladderandthespiralstaircase,wondering...
