Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           "Ah,startingDivination,areyou?"saidthemanager,strippingoffhisglovesandleadingHarryintothebackoftheshop,wheretherewasacornerdevotedtofortune-telling.AsmalltablewasstackedwithvolumessuchasPredictingtheUnpredictable:InsulateYourselfAgainstShocksandBrokenBalls:WhenFortunesTurnFoul.

           "Hereyouare,"saidthemanager,whohadclimbedasetofstepstotakedownathick,black-boundbook."UnfoggingtheFuture.Verygoodguidetoallyourbasicfortune-tellingmethods—palmistry,crystalballs,birdentrails."

           ButHarrywasn’tlistening.Hiseyeshadfallenonanotherbook,whichwasamongadisplayonasmalltable:DeathOmens—WhattoDoWhenYouKnowtheWorstIsComing.

           "Oh,Iwouldn’treadthatifIwereyou,"saidthemanagerlightly,lookingtoseewhatHarrywasstaringat."You’llstartseeingdeathomenseverywhere.It’senoughtofrightenanyonetodeath."

           ButHarrycontinuedtostareatthefrontcoverofthebook;itshowedablackdoglargeasabear,withgleamingeyes.Itlookedoddlyfamiliar...

           ThemanagerpressedUnfoggingtheFutureintoHarry’shands.

           "Anythingelse?"hesaid.

           "Yes,"saidHarry,tearinghiseyesawayfromthedog’sanddazedlyconsultinghisbooklist."Er—IneedIntermediateTransfigurationandTheStandardBookofSpells,GradeThree."

           HarryemergedfromFlourishandBlottstenminuteslaterwithhisnewbooksunderhisarmsandmadehiswaybacktotheLeakyCauldron,hardlynoticingwherehewasgoingandbumpingintoseveralpeople.