Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           Harrythrewhimselfbehindit,peeringdesperatelythroughtheleaves.Ontheoppositebank,theglimmersofsilverweresuddenlyextinguished.Aterrifiedexcitementshotthroughhim—anymomentnow—

           "Comeon!"hemuttered,staringabout."Whereareyou?Dad,comeon—"

           Butnoonecame.HarryraisedhisheadtolookatthecircleofDementorsacrossthelake.Oneofthemwasloweringitshood.Itwastimefortherescuertoappear—butnoonewascomingtohelpthistime—

           Andthenithithim—heunderstood.Hehadn’tseenhisfatherhehadseenhimself—

           Harryflunghimselfoutfrombehindthebushandpulledouthiswand.

           "EXPECTOPATRONUM!"heyelled.

           Andoutoftheendofhiswandburst,notashapelesscloudofmist,butablinding,dazzling,silveranimal.Hescreweduphiseyes,tryingtoseewhatitwas.Itlookedlikeahorse.Itwasgallopingsilentlyawayfromhim,acrosstheblacksurfaceofthelake.HesawitloweritsheadandchargeattheswarmingDementors....Nowitwasgallopingaroundandaroundtheblackshapesontheground,andtheDementorswerefallingback,scattering,retreatingintothedarkness....Theyweregone.

           ThePatronusturned.ItwascanteringbacktowardHarryacrossthestillsurfaceofthewater.Itwasn’tahorse.Itwasn’taunicorn,either.Itwasastag.Itwasshiningbrightlyasthemoonabove...itwascomingbacktohim....

           Itstoppedonthebank.ItshoovesmadenomarkonthesoftgroundasitstaredatHarrywithitslarge,silvereyes.Slowly,itboweditsantleredhead.AndHarryrealized...