Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           Hermione’smouthwasslightlyopenbythetimeHarryhadfinished.

           "Butwhatwasit?"

           "There’sonlyonethingitcouldhavebeen,tomaketheDementorsgo,"saidHarry."ArealPatronus.Apowerfulone."

           "Butwhoconjuredit?"

           Harrydidn’tsayanything.Hewasthinkingbacktothepersonhe’dseenontheotherbankofthelake.Heknewwhohethoughtithadbeen...buthowcouldithavebeen?

           "Didn’tyouseewhattheylookedlike?"saidHermioneeagerly."Wasitoneoftheteachers?"

           "No,"saidHarry."Hewasn’tateacher."

           "Butitmusthavebeenareallypowerfulwizard,todriveallthoseDementorsaway...IfthePatronuswasshiningsobrightly,didn’titlighthimup?Couldn’tyousee—?"

           "Yeah,Isawhim,"saidHarryslowly."But...maybeIimaginedit...Iwasn’tthinkingstraight...Ipassedoutrightafterward...."

           "Whodidyouthinkitwas?"

           "Ithink—"Harryswallowed,knowinghowstrangethiswasgoingtosound."Ithinkitwasmydad."

           HarryglancedupatHermioneandsawthathermouthwasfullyopennow.Shewasgazingathimwithamixtureofalarmandpity.

           "Harry,yourdad’s—well—dead,"shesaidquietly.

           "Iknowthat,"saidHarryquickly.

           "Youthinkyousawhisghost?"

           "Idon’tknow...no...helookedsolid...."

           "Butthen—"

           "MaybeIwasseeingthings,"saidHarry."But...fromwhatIcouldsee...itlookedlikehim....I’vegotphotosofhim...."

           Hermionewasstilllookingathimasthoughworriedabouthissanity."Iknowitsoundscrazy,"saidHarryflatly.