Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
Cat, Rat, and Dog
"Ron—areyouokay?"
"Where’sthedog?"
"Notadog,"Ronmoaned.Histeethweregrittedwithpain."Harry,it’satrap—"
"What—"
"He’sthedog...he’sanAnimagus."
RonwasstaringoverHarry’sshoulder.Harrywheeledaround.Withasnap,themanintheshadowsclosedthedoorbehindthem.
Amassoffilthy,mattedhairhungtohiselbows.Ifeyeshadn’tbeenshiningoutofthedeep,darksockets,hemighthavebeenacorpse.Thewaxyskinwasstretchedsotightlyoverthebonesofhisface,itlookedlikeaskull.Hisyellowteethwerebaredinagrin.ItwasSiriusBlack.
"Expelliarmus!"hecroaked,pointingRon’swandatthem.
Harry’sandHermione’swandsshotoutoftheirhands,highintheair,andBlackcaughtthem.Thenhetookastepcloser.HiseyeswerefixedonHarry.
"Ithoughtyou’dcomeandhelpyourfriend,"hesaidhoarsely.
Hisvoicesoundedasthoughhehadlongsincelostthehabitofusingit."Yourfatherwouldhavedonethesameforme.Braveofyounottorunforateacher.I’mgrateful...itwillmakeeverythingmucheasier...."
ThetauntabouthisfatherranginHarry’searsasthoughBlackhadbellowedit.AboilinghateeruptedinHarry’schest,leavingnoplaceforfear.Forthefirsttimeinhislife,hewantedhiswandbackinhishand,nottodefendhimself,buttoattack...tokill.Withoutknowingwhathewasdoing,hestartedforward,buttherewasasuddenmovementoneithersideofhimandtwopairsofhandsgrabbedhimandheldhimback...
