Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
Professor Trelawney’s Prediction
Hiseyesweredartingalloverthecabinasthoughlookingforsomeshredofhopeorcomfort.
"Dumbledore’sgonnacomedownwhileit—whileithappens.Wrotemethismornin’.Saidhewantster—terbewithme.Greatman,Dumbledore...."
Hermione,whohadbeenrummaginginHagrid’scupboardforanothermilkjug,letoutasmall,quicklystifledsob.Shestraightenedupwiththenewjuginherhands,fightingbacktears.
"We’llstaywithyoutoo,Hagrid,"shebegan,butHagridshookhisshaggyhead.
"Yeh’retergobackupterthecastle.Itoldyeh,Idon’wan’yehwatchin’.An’yehshouldn’bedownhereanyway...IfFudgean’Dumbledorecatchyehoutwithoutpermission,Harry,yeh’llbeinbigtrouble."
SilenttearswerenowstreamingdownHermione’sface,butshehidthemfromHagrid,bustlingaroundmakingtea.Then,asshepickedupthemilkbottletopoursomeintothejug,sheletoutashriek.
"Ron,Idon’tbelieveit—it’sScabbers!"
Rongapedather.
"Whatareyoutalkingabout?"
Hermionecarriedthemilkjugovertothetableandturneditupsidedown.Withafranticsqueak,andmuchscramblingtogetbackinside,Scabberstheratcameslidingoutontothetable.
"Scabbers!"saidRonblankly."Scabbers,whatareyoudoinghere?"
Hegrabbedthestrugglingratandheldhimuptothelight.Scabberslookeddreadful.Hewasthinnerthanever,largetuftsofhairhadfallenoutleavingwidebaldpatches,andhewrithedinRon’shandsasthoughdesperatetofreehimself
"It’sokay,Scabbers!"saidRon.
