Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           "He’sbeenthroughthemill,thisone,"shesaid.

           "HewaslikethatwhenPercygavehimtome,"saidRondefensively.

           "Anordinarycommonorgardenratlikethiscan’tbeexpectedtolivelongerthanthreeyearsorso,"saidthewitch."Now,ifyouwerelookingforsomethingabitmorehard-wearing,youmightlikeoneofthese—"

           Sheindicatedtheblackrats,whopromptlystartedskippingagain.Ronmuttered,"Show-offs."

           "Well,ifyoudon’twantareplacement,youcantrythisrattonic,"saidthewitch,reachingunderthecounterandbringingoutasmallredbottle.

           "Okay,"saidRon."Howmuch—OUCH!"

           Ronbuckledassomethinghugeandorangecamesoaringfromthetopofthehighestcage,landedonhishead,andthenpropelleditself,spittingmadly,atScabbers.

           "NO,CROOKSHANKS,NO!"criedthewitch,butScabbersshotfrombetweenherhandslikeabarofsoap,landedsplay-leggedonthefloor,andthenscamperedforthedoor.

           "Scabbers!"Ronshouted,racingoutoftheshopafterhim;Harryfollowed.

           IttookthemnearlytenminutestocatchScabbers,whohadtakenrefugeunderawastepaperbinoutsideQualityQuidditchSupplies.Ronstuffedthetremblingratbackintohispocketandstraightenedup,massaginghishead.

           "Whatwasthat?"

           "Itwaseitheraverybigcatorquiteasmalltiger,"saidHarry.