Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Knight Bus
FudgeincreasedthepressureonHarry’sshoulder,andHarryfoundhimselfbeingsteeredinsidethepub.Astoopingfigurebearingalanternappearedthroughthedoorbehindthebar.ItwasTom,thewizened,toothlesslandlord.
"You’vegothim,Minister!"saidTom."Willyoubewantinganything?Beer?Brandy?"
"Perhapsapotoftea,"saidFudge,whostillhadn’tletgoofHarry.
Therewasaloudscrapingandpuffingfrombehindthem,andStanandErnappeared,carryingHarry’strunkandHedwig’scageandlookingaroundexcitedly.
"’Owcomeyoudi’n’ttellus’ooyouare,eh,Neville?"saidStan,beamingatHarry,whileErnie’sowlishfacepeeredinterestedlyoverStan’sshoulder.
"Andaprivateparlor,please,Tom,"saidFudgepointedly.
"’Bye,"HarrysaidmiserablytoStanandErnasTombeckonedFudgetowardthepassagethatledfromthebar.
"’Bye,Neville!"calledStan.
FudgemarchedHarryalongthenarrowpassageafterTom’slantern,andthenintoasmallparlor.Tomclickedhisfingers,afireburstintolifeinthegrate,andhebowedhimselfoutoftheroom.
"Sitdown,Harry,"saidFudge,indicatingachairbythefire.
Harrysatdown,feelinggoosebumpsrisinguphisarmsdespitetheglowofthefire.
