Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           "Ineedtotalktoyouinprivate,"HarrymutteredtoRonandHermioneasthetrainpickedupspeed.

           "Goaway,Ginny,"saidRon.

           "Oh,that’snice,"saidGinnyhuffily,andshestalkedoff.

           Harry,Ron,andHermionesetoffdownthecorridor,lookingforanemptycompartment,butallwerefullexceptfortheoneattheveryendofthetrain.

           Thishadonlyoneoccupant,amansittingfastasleepnexttothewindow.Harry,Ron,andHermionecheckedonthethreshold.TheHogwartsExpresswasusuallyreservedforstudentsandtheyhadneverseenanadulttherebefore,exceptforthewitchwhopushedthefoodcart.

           Thestrangerwaswearinganextremelyshabbysetofwizard’srobesthathadbeendarnedinseveralplaces.Helookedillandexhausted.Thoughquiteyoung,hislightbrownhairwasfleckedwithgray.

           "Whod’youreckonheis?"Ronhissedastheysatdownandslidthedoorshut,takingtheseatsfarthestawayfromthewindow.

           "ProfessorR.J.Lupin."whisperedHermioneatonce.

           "How’dyouknowthat?"

           "It’sonhiscase,"shereplied,pointingattheluggagerackovertheman’shead,wheretherewasasmall,batteredcaseheldtogetherwithalargequantityofneatlyknottedstring.ThenameProfessorR.J.Lupinwasstampedacrossonecornerinpeelingletters.

           "Wonderwhatheteaches?"saidRon,frowningatProfessorLupin’spallidprofile.