Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Knight Bus
Fudgetookoffhispinstripedcloakandtosseditaside,thenhitchedupthetrousersofhisbottle-greensuitandsatdownoppositeHarry.
"IamCorneliusFudge,Harry.TheMinisterofMagic."
Harryalreadyknewthis,ofcourse;hehadseenFudgeoncebefore,butashehadbeenwearinghisfather’sInvisibilityCloakatthetime,Fudgewasn’ttoknowthat.
Tomtheinnkeeperreappeared,wearinganapronoverhisnightshirtandbearingatrayofteaandcrumpets.HeplacedthetrayonatablebetweenFudgeandHarryandlefttheparlor,closingthedoorbehindhim.
"Well,Harry,"saidFudge,pouringouttea,"you’vehadusallinarightflap,Idon’tmindtellingyou.Runningawayfromyourauntanduncle’shouselikethat!I’dstartedtothink...butyou’resafe,andthat’swhatmatters."
FudgebutteredhimselfacrumpetandpushedtheplatetowardHarry.
"Eat,Harry,youlookdeadonyourfeet.Nowthen...Youwillbepleasedtohearthatwehavedealtwiththeunfortunateblowing-upofMissMarjorieDursley.TwomembersoftheAccidentalMagicReversalDepartmentweredispatchedtoPrivetDriveafewhoursago.MissDursleyhasbeenpuncturedandhermemoryhasbeenmodified.Shehasnorecollectionoftheincidentatall.Sothat’sthat,andnoharmdone."
FudgesmiledatHarryovertherimofhisteacup,ratherlikeanunclesurveyingafavoritenephew.Harry,whocouldn’tbelievehisears,openedhismouthtospeak,couldn’tthinkofanythingtosay,andcloseditagain.
"Ah,you’reworryingaboutthereactionofyourauntanduncle?"saidFudge.
