Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           Theywerethere,bothofthem,sittingoutsideFloreanFortescue’sIceCreamParlor—Ronlookingincrediblyfreckly,Hermioneverybrown,bothwavingfranticallyathim.

           "Finally!"saidRon,grinningatHarryashesatdown."WewenttotheLeakyCauldron,buttheysaidyou’dleft,andwewenttoFlourishandBlotts,andMadamMalkin’s,and—"

           "Igotallmyschoolstufflastweek,"Harryexplained."AndhowcomeyouknewI’mstayingattheLeakyCauldron?"

           "Dad,"saidRonsimply.

           Mr.Weasley,whoworkedattheMinistryofMagic,wouldofcoursehaveheardthewholestoryofwhathadhappenedtoAuntMarge.

           "Didyoureallyblowupyouraunt,Harry?"saidHermioneinaveryseriousvoice.

           "Ididn’tmeanto,"saidHarry,whileRonroaredwithlaughter."Ijust—lostcontrol."

           "It’snotfunny,Ron,"saidHermionesharply."Honestly,I’mamazedHarrywasn’texpelled."

           "SoamI,"admittedHarry."Forgetexpelled,IthoughtIwasgoingtobearrested."HelookedatRon."Yourdaddoesn’tknowwhyFudgeletmeoff,doeshe?"

           "Probably’causeit’syou,isn’tit?"shruggedRon,stillchuckling."FamousHarryPotterandallthat.I’dhatetoseewhattheMinistry’ddotomeifIblewupanaunt.Mindyou,they’dhavetodigmeupfirst,becauseMumwould’vekilledme.