Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Knight Bus
"Thanks,"HarrysaidtoErn.
HejumpeddownthestepsandhelpedStanlowerhistrunkandHedwig’scageontothepavement.
"Well,"saidHarry."’Byethen!"
ButStanwasn’tpayingattention.Stillstandinginthedoorwaytothebus)hewasgogglingattheshadowyentrancetotheLeakyCauldron.
"Thereyouare,Harry,"saidavoice.
BeforeHarrycouldturn,hefeltahandonhisshoulder.Atthesametime,Stanshouted,"Blimey!Ern,come’ere!Come’ere!"
Harrylookedupattheownerofthehandonhisshoulderandfeltabucketfuloficecascadeintohisstomach—hehadwalkedrightintoCorneliusFudge,theMinisterofMagichimself.
Stanleaptontothepavementbesidethem.
"WhatdidjacallNeville,Minister?"hesaidexcitedly.
Fudge,aportlylittlemaninalong,pinstripedcloak,lookedcoldandexhausted.
"Neville?"herepeated,frowning."ThisisHarryPotter."
"Iknewit!"Stanshoutedgleefully."Ern!Ern!Guess’ooNevilleis,Ern!’E’s’ArryPotter!Icansee’isscar!"
"Yes,"saidFudgetestily,"well,I’mverygladtheKnightBuspickedHarryup,butheandIneedtostepinsidetheLeakyCauldronnow..."
