Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           "Dotakecare,won’tyouHarry?"shesaidasshestraightenedup,hereyesoddlybright.Thensheopenedherenormoushandbagandsaid,"I’vemadeyouallsandwiches.Hereyouare,Ron...no,they’renotcornedbeef...Fred?Where’sFred?Hereyouaredear..."

           "Harry,"saidMr.Weasleyquietly,"comeoverhereforamoment."

           Hejerkedhisheadtowardsapillar,andHarryfollowedhimbehindit,leavingtheotherscrowdedaroundMrs.Weasley.

           "There’ssomethingI’vegottotellyoubeforeyouleave—"saidMr.Weasleyinatensevoice.

           "It’sallright,Mr.Weasley,"saidHarry,"Ialreadyknow."

           "Youknow?Howcouldyouknow?"

           "I—er—IheardyouandMrs.Wesleytalkinglastnight.Icouldn’thelphearing,"Harryaddedquickly."Sorry—"

           "That’snotthewayI’dhavechosenforyoutofindout,"saidMr.Weasleylookinganxious..

           "No—honestlyit’sOK.Thisway,youhaven’tbrokenyourwordtoFudgeandIknowwhat’sgoingon."

           "Harry,youmustbescared—"

           "I’mnot,"saidHarrysincerely."Really,"headded,becauseMr.Weasleywaslookingdisbelieving."I’mnottryingtobeahero,butseriously,SiriusBlackcan’tbeworsethanLordVoldemort,canhe?"

           Mr.Weasleyflinchedatthesoundofthename,butoverlookedit.