Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           Andyou’retobebackherebeforedarkeachnight.Sureyou’llunderstand.Tomwillbekeepinganeyeonyouforme."

           "Okay,"saidHarryslowly,"butwhy?"

           "Don’twanttoloseyouagain,dowe?"saidFudgewithaheartylaugh."No,no...bestweknowwhereyouare...Imean..."

           Fudgeclearedhisthroatloudlyandpickeduphispinstripedcloak.

           "Well,I’llbeoff,plentytodo,youknow..."

           "HaveyouhadanyluckwithBlackyet?"Harryasked.

           Fudge’sfingerslippedonthesilverfasteningsofhiscloak.

           "What’sthat?Oh,you’veheard-well,no,notyet,butit’sonlyamatteroftime.TheAzkabanguardshaveneveryetfailed...andtheyareangrierthanI’veeverseenthem."

           Fudgeshudderedslightly.

           "So,I’llsaygood-bye."

           HeheldouthishandandHarry,shakingit,hadasuddenidea.

           "Er—Minister?CanIaskyousomething?"

           "Certainly,"saidFudgewithasmile.

           "Well,thirdyearsatHogwartsareallowedtovisitHogsmeade,butmyauntanduncledidn’tsignthepermissionform.D’youthinkyoucould—?"