Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           "Hermione,what—?"

           "Inhere!"HermioneseizedHarry’sarmanddraggedhimacrossthehalltothedoorofabroomcloset;sheopenedit,pushedhiminsideamongthebucketsandmops,thenslammedthedoorbehindthem.

           "What—how—Hermione,whathappened?"

           "We’vegonebackintime,"Hermionewhispered,liftingthechainoffHarry’sneckinthedarkness."Threehoursback..."

           Harryfoundhisownlegandgaveitaveryhardpinch.Ithurtalot,whichseemedtoruleoutthepossibilitythathewashavingaverybizarredream.

           "But—"

           "Shh!Listen!Someone’scoming!Ithink—Ithinkitmightbeus!’Hermionehadherearpressedagainstthecupboarddoor.

           "Footstepsacrossthehall...yes,Ithinkit’susgoingdowntoHagrid’s!"

           "Areyoutellingme,"Harrywhispered,"thatwe’rehereinthiscupboardandwe’reouttheretoo?"

           "Yes,"saidHermione,herearstillgluedtothecupboarddoor."I’msureit’sus.Itdoesn’tsoundlikemorethanthreepeople...andwe’rewalkingslowlybecausewe’reundertheInvisibilityCloak—"

           Shebrokeoff,stilllisteningintently.

           "We’vegonedownthefrontsteps...."

           Hermionesatdownonanupturnedbucket,lookingdesperatelyanxious,butHarrywantedafewquestionsanswered.

           "Wheredidyougetthathourglassthing?"

           "It’scalledaTime-Turner,"Hermionewhispered,"andIgotitfromProfessorMcGonagallonourfirstdayback.I’vebeenusingitallyeartogettoallmylessons.ProfessorMcGonagallmademeswearIwouldn’ttellanyone.