Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           Hisvoicewascasual,butHarrycouldn’thelpnoticingthatMr.Wesley’searshadgonered,justlikeRon’sdidwhenhewasunderpressure.

           "Goodthing,too,"saidMrs.Weasleybriskly."Doyourealizehowmuchluggageyou’veallgotbetweenyou?Anicesightyou’dbeontheMuggleUnderground...Youareallpacked,aren’tyou?"

           "Ronhasn’tputallhisnewthingsinhistrunkyet,"saidPercy,inalong-sufferingvoice."He’sdumpedthemonmybed."

           "You’dbettergoandpackproperly,Ron,becausewewon’thavemuchtimeinthemorning,"Mrs.Weasleycalleddownthetable.RonscowledatPercy.

           Afterdinnereveryonefeltveryfullandsleepy.Onebyonetheymadetheirwayupstairstotheirroomstochecktheirthingsforthenextday.RonandPercywerenextdoortoHarry.Hehadjustclosedandlockedhisowntrunkwhenheheardangryvoicesthroughthewall,andwenttoseewhatwasgoingon.

           ThedoorofnumbertwelvewasajarandPercywasshouting.

           "Itwashere,onthebedsidetable,Itookitoffforpolishing—"

           "Ihaven’ttouchedit,allright?"Ronroaredback.

           "What’sup?"saidHarry.

           "MyHeadBoybadgeisgone,"saidPercy,roundingonHarry.

           "So’sScabbers’sRatTonic,"saidRon,throwingthingsoutofhistrunktolook."IthinkImight’veleftitinthebar—"

           "You’renotgoinganywheretillyou’vefoundmybadge!"yelledPercy.