Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Servant of Lord Voldemort
Aheadwasshootingupwardfromtheground;limbsweresprouting;amomentlater,amanwasstandingwhereScabbershadbeen,cringingandwringinghishands.Crookshankswasspittingandsnarlingonthebed;thehaironhisbackwasstandingup.
Hewasaveryshortman,hardlytallerthanHarryandHermione.Histhin,colorlesshairwasunkemptandtherewasalargebaldpatchontop.Hehadtheshrunkenappearanceofaplumpmanwhohaslostalotofweightinashorttime.Hisskinlookedgrubby,almostlikeScabbers’sfur,andsomethingoftheratlingeredaroundhispointednoseandhisverysmall,wateryeyes.Helookedaroundatthemall,hisbreathingfastandshallow.Harrysawhiseyesdarttothedoorandbackagain.
"Well,hello,Peter,"saidLupinpleasantly,asthoughratsfrequentlyeruptedintooldschoolfriendsaroundhim."Longtime,nosee."
"S—Sirius...R—Remus..."EvenPettigrew’svoicewassqueaky.Again,hiseyesdartedtowardthedoor."Myfriends...myoldfriends..."
Black’swandarmrose,butLupinseizedhimaroundthewrist,gavehimawarningtook,thenturnedagaintoPettigrew,hisvoicelightandcasual.
"We’vebeenhavingalittlechat,Peter,aboutwhathappenedthenightLilyandJamesdied.Youmighthavemissedthefinerpointswhileyouweresqueakingarounddownthereonthebed—"
"Remus,"gaspedPettigrew,andHarrycouldseebeadsofsweatbreakingoutoverhispastyface,"youdon’tbelievehim,doyou...?Hetriedtokillme,Remus...."
"Sowe’veheard,"saidLupin,morecoldly.
