Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
Professor Trelawney’s Prediction
"Nocats!There’snothingheretohurtyou!"
Hagridsuddenlystoodup,hiseyesfixedonthewindow.Hisnormallyruddyfacehadgonethecolorofparchment.
"They’recomin’...."
Harry,Ron,andHermionewhippedaround.Agroupofmenwaswalkingdownthedistantcastlesteps.InfrontwasAlbusDumbledore,hissilverbeardgleaminginthedyingsun.NexttohimtrottedCorneliusFudge.BehindthemcamethefeebleoldCommitteememberandtheexecutioner,Macnair.
"Yehgottago,"saidHagrid.Everyinchofhimwastrembling."Theymustn’findyehhere...Gonow..."
RonstuffedScabbersintohispocketandHermionepickedupthecloak."I’llletyehoutthebackway,"saidHagrid.
Theyfollowedhimtothedoorintohisbackgarden.Harryfeltstrangelyunreal,andevenmoresowhenhesawBuckbeakafewyardsaway,tetheredtoatreebehindHagrid’spumpkinpatch.Buckbeakseemedtoknowsomethingwashappening.Heturnedhissharpheadfromsidetosideandpawedthegroundnervously.
"It’sokay,Beaky,"saidHagridsoftly."It’sokay..."HeturnedtoHarry,Ron,andHermione."Goon,"hesaid."Getgoin’."
Buttheydidn’tmove.
"Hagrid,wecan’t—"
"We’lltellthemwhatreallyhappened—"
"Theycan’tkillhim—"
"Go!"saidHagridfiercely."It’sbadenoughwithoutyoulotintroublean’all!"
Theyhadnochoice.AsHermionethrewthecloakoverHarryandRon,theyheardvoicesatthefrontofthecabin.Hagridlookedattheplacewheretheyhadjustvanishedfromsight.
"Goquick,"hesaidhoarsely."Don’listen..."
