Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           "Getoutofit!"

           "Ron,don’t!"saidHermioneangrily.

           RonwasabouttoanswerbackwhenProfessorLupinstirred.Theywatchedhimapprehensively,buthesimplyturnedhisheadtheotherway,mouthslightlyopen,andslepton.

           TheHogwartsExpressmovedsteadilynorthandthesceneryoutsidethewindowbecamewilderanddarkerwhilethecloudsoverheadthickenedoverhead.Peoplewerechasingbackwardsandforwardspastthedooroftheircompartment.Crookshankshadnowsettledinanemptyseat,hissquashedfaceturnedtowardsRon,hisyelloweyesonRon’stoppocket.

           Atoneo’clocktheplumpwitchwiththefoodcartarrivedatthecompartmentdoor.

           D’youthinkweshouldwakehimup?"Ronaskedawkwardly,noddingtowardsProfessorLupin."Helookslikehecoulddowithsomefood."

           HermioneapproachedProfessorLupincautiously.

           "Er—Professor?"shesaid."Excuseme—Professor?"

           Hedidn’tmove.

           "Don’tworry,dear,"saidthewitch,asshehandedalargestackofcauldroncakes."Ifhe’shungrywhenhewakes,I’llbeupfrontwiththedriver."

           "Isupposeheisasleep?"saidRonquietly,asthewitchslidthecompartmentdoorclosed."Imean—hehasn’tdied,hashe?"

           "No,no,he’sbreathing,"whisperedHermione,takingthecauldroncakeHarrypassedher.