Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           "Where’sHermione?"

           "Probablygettingherowl."

           TheymadetheirwaybackupthecrowdedstreettotheMagicalMenagerie.Astheyreachedit,Hermionecameout,butshewasn’tcarryinganowl.Herarmswereclampedtightlyaroundtheenormousgingercat.

           "Youboughtthatmonster?"saidRon,hismouthhangingopen.

           "He’sgorgeous,isn’the?"saidHermione,glowing.

           Thatwasamatterofopinion,thoughtHarry.Thecat’sgingerfurwasthickandfluffy,butitwasdefinitelyabitbowleggedanditsfacelookedgrumpyandoddlysquashed,asthoughithadrunheadlongintoabrickwall.NowthatScabberswasoutofsight,however,thecatwaspurringcontentedlyinHermione’sarms.

           "Hermione,thatthingnearlyscalpedme!"saidRon.

           "Hedidn’tmeanto,didyou,Crookshanks?"saidHermione.

           "AndwhataboutScabbers?"saidRon,pointingatthelumpinhischestpocket."Heneedsrestandrelaxation!How’shegoingtogetitwiththatthingaround?"

           "Thatremindsme,youforgotyourrattonic,"saidHermione,slappingthesmallredbottleintoRon’shand."Andstopworrying,CrookshankswillbesleepinginmydormitoryandScabbersinyours,what’stheproblem?PoorCrookshanks,thatwitchsaidhe’dbeeninthereforages;noonewantedhim."

           "Wonderwhy,"saidRonsarcasticallyastheysetofftowardtheLeakyCauldron.