Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
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Peevesseemedtobebouncingalongthecorridorinboisterousgoodspirits,laughinghisheadoff.
"Oh,he’shorrible,"whisperedHermione,hereartothedoor."Ibethe’sallexcitedbecausetheDementorsaregoingtofinishoffSirius...."Shecheckedherwatch."Threeminutes,Harry!"
TheywaiteduntilPeeves’sgloatingvoicehadfadedintothedistance,thenslidbackoutoftheroomandbrokeintoarunagain.
"Hermione—what’llhappen—ifwedon’tgetbackinsidebeforeDumbledorelocksthedoor?"Harrypanted.
"Idon’twanttothinkaboutit!"Hermionemoaned,checkingherwatchagain."Oneminute!"
Theyhadreachedtheendofthecorridorwiththehospitalwingentrance."Okay—IcanhearDumbledore,"saidHermionetensely."Comeon,Harry!"
Theycreptalongthecorridor.Thedooropened.Dumbledore’sbackappeared.
"Iamgoingtolockyouin,"theyheardhimsaying."itisfiveminutestomidnight.MissGranger,threeturnsshoulddoit.Goodluck."
Dumbledorebackedoutoftheroom,closedthedoor,andtookouthiswandtomagicallylockit.Panicking,HarryandHermioneranforward.Dumbledorelookedup,andawidesmileappearedunderthelongsilvermustache."Well?"hesaidquietly.
"Wedidit!"saidHarrybreathlessly."Siriushasgone,onBuckbeak...."
Dumbledorebeamedatthem.
"Welldone.Ithink—"Helistenedintentlyforanysoundwithinthehospitalwing."Yes,Ithinkyou’vegonetoo—getinside—I’lllockyouin—"
HarryandHermioneslippedbackinsidethedormitory.
