Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Knight Bus
"Ere,"hesaid,lookingsuspiciousagain,"youdidflagusdown,dincha?Stuckoutyourwand’and,dincha?"
"Yes,"saidHarryquickly."Listen,howmuchwoulditbetogettoLondon?"
"ElevenSickles,"saidStan,"butforfirteenyouget’otchocolate,andforfifteenyougetan’ot-waterbottlean’atoofbrushinthecolorofyourchoice."
Harryrummagedoncemoreinhistrunk,extractedhismoneybag,andshovedsomegoldintoStan’shand.HeandStanthenliftedhistrunk,withHedwig’scagebalancedontop,upthestepsofthebus.
Therewerenoseats;instead,halfadozenbrassbedsteadsstoodbesidethecurtainedwindows.Candleswereburninginbracketsbesideeachbed,illuminatingthewood-paneledwalls.Atinywizardinanightcapattherearofthebusmuttered,"Notnow,thanks,I’mpicklingsomeslugs"androlledoverinhissleep.
"You’avethisone,"Stanwhispered,shovingHarry’strunkunderthebedrightbehindthedriver,whowassittinginanarmchairinfrontofthesteeringwheel."Thisisourdriver,ErniePrang.ThisisNevilleLongbottom,Ern."
ErniePrang,anelderlywizardwearingverythickglasses,noddedtoHarry,whonervouslyflattenedhisbangsagainandsatdownonhisbed.
"Take’eraway,Ern,"saidStan,sittingdowninthearmchairnexttoErnie’s.
TherewasanothertremendousBANG,andthenextmomentHarryfoundhimselfflatonhisbed,thrownbackwardbythespeedoftheKnightBus.
