Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           Fudgewaslookinguncomfortable.

           "Ah,"hesaid."No,no,I’mverysorry,Harry,butasI’mnotyourparentorguardian—"

           "Butyou’retheMinisterofMagic,"saidHarryeagerly."Ifyougavemepermission..."

           "No,I’msorry,Harry,butrulesarerules,"saidFudgeflatly.

           "Perhapsyou’llbeabletovisitHogsmeadenextyear.Infact,Ithinkit’sbestifyoudon’t...yes...well,I’llbeoff.Enjoyyourstay,Harry."

           AndwithalastsmileandshakeofHarry’shand,Fudgelefttheroom.Tomnowmovedforward,beamingatHarry.

           "Ifyou’llfollowme,Mr.Potter,"hesaid,"I’vealreadytakenyourthingsup..."

           HarryfollowedTomupahandsomewoodenstaircasetoadoorwithabrassnumberelevenonit,whichTomunlockedandopenedforhim.

           Insidewasaverycomfortable-lookingbed,somehighlypolishedoakfurniture,acheerfullycracklingfireand,perchedontopofthewardrobe—

           "Hedwig!"Harrygasped.

           ThesnowyowlclickedherbeakandfluttereddownontoHarry’sarm.

           "Verysmartowlyou’vegotthere,"chuckledTom."Arrivedaboutfiveminutesafteryoudid.Ifthere’sanythingyouneed,Mr.Potter,don’thesitatetoask."