Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           Hetrampedupthestairstohisroom,wentinside,andtippedhisbooksontohisbed.Somebodyhadbeenintotidy;thewindowswereopenandsunwaspouringinside.HarrycouldhearthebusesrollingbyintheunseenMugglestreetbehindhimandthesoundoftheinvisiblecrowdbelowinDiagonAlley.Hecaughtsightofhimselfinthemirroroverthebasin.

           "Itcan’thavebeenadeathomen,"hetoldhisreflectiondefiantly."IwaspanickingwhenIsawthatthinginMagnoliaCrescent...Itwasprobablyjustastraydog...."

           Heraisedhishandautomaticallyandtriedtomakehishairlieflat

           "You’refightingalosingbattlethere,dear,"saidhismirrorinawheezyvoice.

           Asthedaysslippedby,HarrystartedlookingwhereverhewentforasignofRonorHermione.PlentyofHogwartsstudentswerearrivinginDiagonAlleynow,withthestartoftermsonear.HarrymetSeamusFinniganandDeanThomas,hisfellowGryffindors,inQualityQuidditchSupplies,wheretheytoowereoglingtheFirebolt;healsoranintotherealNevilleLongbottom,around-faced,forgetfulboy,outsideFlourishandBlotts.Harrydidn’tstoptochat;Nevilleappearedtohavemislaidhisbooklistandwasbeingtoldoffbyhisveryformidable-lookinggrandmother.Harryhopedsheneverfoundoutthathe’dpretendedtobeNevillewhileontherunfromtheMinistryofMagic.

           Harrywokeonthelastdayoftheholidays,thinkingthathewouldatleastmeetRonandHermionetomorrow,ontheHogwartsExpress.Hegotup,dressed,wentforalastlookattheFirebolt,andwasjustwonderingwherehe’dhavelunch,whensomeoneyelledhisnameandheturned.

           "Harry!HARRY!"