Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Servant of Lord Voldemort
Pettigrewwipedhisfaceagain;hewasalmostpantingforbreath.
"Me,aspy...mustbeoutofyourmind...never...don’tknowhowyoucansaysucha—"
"LilyandJamesonlymadeyouSecret-KeeperbecauseIsuggestedit,"Blackhissed,sovenomouslythatPettigrewtookastepbackward."Ithoughtitwastheperfectplan...abluff...Voldemortwouldbesuretocomeafterme,wouldneverdreamthey’duseaweak,talentlessthinglikeyou...Itmusthavebeenthefinestmomentofyourmiserablelife,tellingVoldemortyoucouldhandhimthePotters."
Pettigrewwasmutteringdistractedly;Harrycaughtwordslike"far-fetched"and"lunacy,"buthecouldn’thelppayingmoreattentiontotheashencolorofPettigrew’sfaceandthewayhiseyescontinuedtodarttowardthewindowsanddoor.
"ProfessorLupin?"saidHermionetimidly."Can—canIsaysomething?"
"Certainly,Hermione,"saidLupincourteously.
"Well—Scabbers—Imean,this—thisman—he’sbeensleepinginHarry’sdormitoryforthreeyears.Ifhe’sworkingforYou-Know-Who,howcomehenevertriedtohurtHarrybeforenow?"
"There!"saidPettigrewshrilly,pointingatRonwithhismaimedhand."Thankyou!Yousee,Remus?IhaveneverhurtahairofHarry’shead!WhyshouldI?"
"I’lltellyouwhy,"saidBlack."Becauseyouneverdidanythingforanyoneunlessyoucouldseewhatwasinitforyou.Voldemort’sbeeninhidingforfifteenyears,theysayhe’shalfdead.
