Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           "Fellover,"saidHarry.

           "’Choofalloverfor?"sniggeredStan.

           "Ididn’tdoitonpurpose,"saidHarry,annoyed.Oneofthekneesinhisjeanswastorn,andthehandhehadthrownouttobreakhisfallwasbleeding.Hesuddenlyrememberedwhyhehadfallenoverandturnedaroundquicklytostareatthealleywaybetweenthegarageandfence.TheKnightBus’sheadlampswerefloodingitwithlight,anditwasempty.

           "’Choolookin’at?"saidStan.

           "Therewasabigblackthing,"saidHarry,pointinguncertainlyintothegap."Likeadog...butmassive..."

           HelookedaroundatStan,whosemouthwasslightlyopen.Withafeelingofunease,HarrysawStan’seyesmovetothescaronHarry’sforehead.

           "Wossthatonyour’ead?"saidStanabruptly.

           "Nothing,"saidHarryquickly,flatteninghishairoverhisscar.IftheMinistryofMagicwaslookingforhim,hedidn’twanttomakeittooeasyforthem.

           "Wossyourname?"Stanpersisted.

           "NevilleLongbottom,"saidHarry,sayingthefirstnamethatcameintohishead."So—sothisbus,"hewentonquickly,hopingtodistractStan,"didyousayitgoesanywhere?"

           "Yep,"saidStanproudly,"anywhereyoulike,’longit’sonland.Can’tdonuffinkunderwater.