Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Servant of Lord Voldemort
"You,boy—givemePeter,please.Now."
RonclutchedScabbersclosertohischest.
"Comeoffit,"hesaidweakly."AreyoutryingtosayhebrokeoutofAzkabanjusttogethishandsonScabbers?Imean..."HelookedupatHarryandHermioneforsupport,"Okay,sayPettigrewcouldturnintoarat—therearemillionsofrats—how’shesupposedtoknowwhichoneheisafterifhewaslockedupinAzkaban?"
"Youknow,Sirius,that’safairquestion,"saidLupin,turningtoBlackandfrowningslightly."Howdidyoufindoutwherehewas?"
Blackputoneofhisclaw-likehandsinsidehisrobesandtookoutacrumpledpieceofpaper,whichhesmoothedflatandheldouttoshowtheothers.
ItwasthephotographofRonandhisfamilythathadappearedintheDailyProphettheprevioussummer,andthere,onRon’sshoulder,wasScabbers.
"Howdidyougetthis?"LupinaskedBlack,thunderstruck.
"Fudge,"saidBlack."WhenhecametoinspectAzkabanlastyear,hegavemehispaper.AndtherewasPeter,onthefrontpageonthisboy’sshoulder...Iknewhimatonce...howmanytimeshadIseenhimtransform?AndthecaptionsaidtheboywouldbegoingbacktoHogwarts...towhereHarrywas..."
"MyGod,"saidLupinsoftly,staringfromScabberstothepictureinthepaperandbackagain."Hisfrontpaw..."
"Whataboutit?"saidRondefiantly.
"He’sgotatoemissing,"saidBlack.
"Ofcourse,"Lupinbreathed."Sosimple...sobrilliant...hecutitoffhimself?"
"Justbeforehetransformed,"saidBlack.
