Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Knight Bus
Stanthrewherbagoutafterherandrammedthedoorsshut;therewasanotherloudBANG,andtheywerethunderingdownanarrowcountrylane,treesleapingoutoftheway.
Harrywouldn’thavebeenabletosleepevenifhehadbeentravelingonabusthatdidn’tkeepbangingloudlyandjumpingahundredmilesatatime.Hisstomachchurnedashefellbacktowonderingwhatwasgoingtohappentohim,andwhethertheDursleyshadmanagedtogetAuntMargeofftheceilingyet.
StanhadunfurledacopyoftheDailyProphetandwasnowreadingwithhistonguebetweenhisteeth.Alargephotographofasunken-facedmanwithlong,mattedhairblinkedslowlyatHarryfromthefrontpage.Helookedstrangelyfamiliar.
"Thatman!"Harrysaid,forgettinghistroublesforamoment."HewasontheMugglenews!"
Stanleyturnedtothefrontpageandchuckled.
"SiriusBlack,"hesaid,nodding."’Course’ewasontheMugglenews,Neville.Whereyoubeen?"
HegaveasuperiorsortofchuckleattheblanklookonHarry’sface,removedthefrontpage,andhandedittoHarry.
"Yououghtareadthepapersmore,Neville."
Harryheldthepaperuptothecandlelightandread:
