Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           Helookeddownathiswand,whichhewasstillclutchinginhishand.Ifhewasalreadyexpelled(hisheartwas.nowthumpingpainfullyfast),abitmoremagiccouldn’thurt.HehadtheInvisibilityCloakhehadinheritedfromhisfather—whatifhebewitchedthetrunktomakeitfeather-light,tiedittohisbroomstick,coveredhimselfinthecloak,andflewtoLondon?Thenhecouldgettherestofhismoneyoutofhisvaultand...beginhislifeasanoutcast.Itwasahorribleprospect,buthecouldn’tsitonthiswallforever,orhe’dfindhimselftryingtoexplaintoMugglepolicewhyhewasoutinthedeadofnightwithatrunkfullofspellbooksandabroomstick.

           Harryopenedhistrunkagainandpushedthecontentsaside,lookingfortheInvisibilityCloak—butbeforehehadfoundit,hestraightenedupsuddenly,lookingaroundhimoncemore.

           AfunnypricklingonthebackofhisneckhadmadeHarryfeelhewasbeingwatched,butthestreetappearedtobedeserted,andnolightsshonefromanyofthelargesquarehouses.

           Hebentoverhistrunkagain,butalmostimmediatelystooduponcemore,hishandclenchedonhiswand.Hehadsensedratherthanheardit:someoneorsomethingwasstandinginthenarrowgapbetweenthegarageandthefencebehindhim.Harrysquintedattheblackalleyway.Ifonlyitwouldmove,thenhe’dknowwhetheritwasjustastraycator—somethingelse.

           "Lumos,"Harrymuttered,andalightappearedattheendofhiswand,almostdazzlinghim.Heheldithighoverhishead,andthepebble-dashedwallsofnumbertwosuddenlysparkled;thegaragedoorgleamed,andbetweenthemHarrysaw,quitedistinctly,thehulkingoutlineofsomethingverybig,withwide,gleamingeyes.