Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           Hagrid,theHogwartsgamekeeper,hadspenttwomonthsthereonlylastyear.Harrywouldn’tsoonforgetthelookofterroronHagrid’sfacewhenhehadbeentoldwherehewasgoing,andHagridwasoneofthebravestpeopleHarryknew.

           TheKnightBusrolledthroughthedarkness,scatteringbushesandwastebaskets,telephoneboothsandtrees,andHarrylay,restlessandmiserable,onhisfeatherbed.Afterawhile,StanrememberedthatHarryhadpaidforhotchocolate,butpoureditalloverHarry’spillowwhenthebusmovedabruptlyfromAngleseatoAberdeen.Onebyone,wizardsandwitchesindressinggownsandslippersdescendedfromtheupperfloorstoleavethebus.Theyalllookedverypleasedtogo.

           Finally,Harrywastheonlypassengerleft.

           "Rightthen,Neville,"saidStan,clappinghishands,"whereaboutsinLondon?"

           "DiagonAlley,"saidHarry.

           "Righto,"saidStan."’Oldtight,then."

           BANG.

           TheywerethunderingalongCharingCrossRoad.HarrysatupandwatchedbuildingsandbenchessqueezingthemselvesoutoftheKnightBus’sway.Theskywasgettingalittlelighter.Hewouldlielowforacoupleofhours,gotoGringottsthemomentitopened,thensetoff—where,hedidn’tknow.

           ErnslammedonthebrakesandtheKnightBusskiddedtoahaltinfrontofasmallandshabby-lookingpub,theLeakyCauldron,behindwhichlaythemagicalentrancetoDiagonAlley.