Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           Poisonousorangesnailswereoozingslowlyupthesideoftheirglasstank,andafatwhiterabbitkeptchangingintoasilktophatandbackagainwithaloudpoppingnoise.Thentherewerecatsofeverycolor,anoisycageofravens,abasketoffunnycustard-coloredfurballsthatwerehummingloudly,andonthecounter,avastcageofsleekblackratsthatwereplayingsomesortofskippinggameusingtheirlong,baldtails.

           Thedouble-endednewtwizardleft,andRonapproachedthecounter.

           "It’smyrat,"hetoldthewitch."He’sbeenabitoff-coloreversinceIbroughthimbackfromEgypt."

           "Banghimonthecounter,"saidthewitch,pullingapairofheavyblackspectaclesoutofherpocket.

           RonliftedScabbersoutofhisinsidepocketandplacedhimnexttothecageofhisfellowrats,whostoppedtheirskippingtricksandscuffledtothewireforabettertook.

           LikenearlyeverythingRonowned,Scabberstheratwassecondhand(hehadoncebelongedtoRon’sbrotherPercy)andabitbattered.Nexttotheglossyratsinthecage,helookedespeciallywoebegone.

           "Hm,"saidthewitch,pickingupScabbers."Howoldisthisrat?"

           "Dunno,"saidRon."Quiteold.Heusedtobelongtomybrother."

           "Whatpowersdoeshehave?"saidthewitch,examiningScabbersclosely.

           "Er—"ThetruthwasthatScabbershadnevershownthefaintesttraceofinterestingpowers.Thewitch’seyesmovedfromScabbers’statteredlefteartohisfrontpaw,whichhadatoemissing,andtuttedloudly.