Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана
The Leaky Cauldron
OnceHarryhadrefilledhismoneybagwithgoldGalleons,silverSickles,andbronzeKnutsfromhisvaultatGringotts,hehadtoexercisealotofself-controlnottospendthewholelotatonce.HehadtokeepremindinghimselfthathehadfiveyearstogoatHogwarts,andhowitwouldfeeltoasktheDursleysformoneyforspellbooks,tostophimselffrombuyingahandsomesetofsolidgoldGobstones(awizardinggameratherlikemarbles,inwhichthestonessquirtanasty-smellingliquidintotheotherplayer’sfacewhentheyloseapoint).Hewassorelytempted,too,bytheperfect,movingmodelofthegalaxyinalargeglassball,whichwouldhavemeantheneverhadtotakeanotherAstronomylesson.ButthethingthattestedHarry’sresolutionmostappearedinhisfavoriteshop,QualityQuidditchSupplies,aweekafterhe’darrivedattheLeakyCauldron.
Curioustoknowwhatthecrowdintheshopwasstaringat,Harryedgedhiswayinsideandsqueezedinamongtheexcitedwitchesandwizardsuntilheglimpsedanewlyerectedpodium,onwhichwasmountedthemostmagnificentbroomhehadeverseeninhislife.
"Justcomeout—prototype—"asquare-jawedwizardwastellinghiscompanion.
"It’sthefastestbroomintheworld,isn’tit,Dad?"squeakedaboyyoungerthanHarry,whowasswingingoffhisfather’sarm.
"IrishInternationalSide’sjustputinanorderforsevenofthesebeauties!"theproprietoroftheshoptoldthecrowd."Andthey’refavoritesfortheWorldCup!"
AlargewitchinfrontofHarrymoved,andhewasabletoreadthesignnexttothebroom:
