Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           MissGranger,youknowthelaw—youknowwhatisatstake...You—must—not—be—seen."

           Harrydidn’thaveacluewhatwasgoingon.Dumbledorehadturnedonhisheelandlookedbackashereachedthedoor.

           "Iamgoingtolockyouin.Itis—"heconsultedhiswatch,"fiveminutestomidnight.MissGranger,threeturnsshoulddoit.Goodluck."

           "Goodluck?"HarryrepeatedasthedoorclosedbehindDumbledore."Threeturns?What’shetalkingabout?Whatarewesupposedtodo?"

           ButHermionewasfumblingwiththeneckofherrobes,pullingfrombeneaththemaverylong,veryfinegoldchain.

           "Harry,comehere,"shesaidurgently."Quick!"

           Harrymovedtowardher,completelybewildered.Shewasholdingthechainout.Hesawatiny,sparklinghourglasshangingfromit.

           "Here—"

           Shehadthrownthechainaroundhisnecktoo.

           "Ready?"shesaidbreathlessly.

           "Whatarewedoing?"Harrysaid,completelylost.

           Hermioneturnedthehourglassoverthreetimes.

           Thedarkwarddissolved.Harryhadthesensationthathewasflyingveryfast,backward.Ablurofcolorsandshapesrushedpasthim,hisearswerepounding,hetriedtoyellbutcouldn’thearhisownvoice—

           Andthenhefeltsolidgroundbeneathhisfeet,andeverythingcameintofocusagain—

           HewasstandingnexttoHermioneinthedesertedentrancehallandastreamofgoldensunlightwasfallingacrossthepavedfloorfromtheopenfrontdoors.HelookedwildlyaroundatHermione,thechainofthehourglasscuttingintohisneck.