Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           "C’mon,"hemutteredresentfullytoCrabbeandGoyle,andtheydisappeared.

           HarryandRonsatdownagain,Ronmassaginghisknuckles.

           "I’mnotgoingtotakeanycrapfromMalfoythisyear,"hesaidangrily."Imeanit.Ifhemakesonemorecrackaboutmyfamily,I’mgoingtogetholdofhisheadand—"

           Ronmadeaviolentgestureinmidair.

           "Ron,"hissedHermione,pointingatProfessorLupin,"becareful..."

           ButProfessorLupinwasstillfastasleep.

           Therainthickenedasthetrainspedyetfarthernorth;thewindowswerenowasolid,shimmeringgray,whichgraduallydarkeneduntillanternsflickeredintolifeallalongthecorridorsandovertheluggageracks.Thetrainrattled,therainhammered,thewindroared,butstill,ProfessorLupinslept.

           "Wemustbenearlythere,"saidRon,leaningforwardtolookpastProfessorLupinatthenowcompletelyblackwindow.

           Thewordshadhardlylefthimwhenthetrainstartedtoslowdown.

           "Great,"saidRon,gettingupandwalkingcarefullypastProfessorLupintotryandseeoutside."I’mstarving.Iwanttogettothefeast..."

           "Wecan’tbethereyet,"saidHermione,checkingherwatch.

           "Sowhy’rewestopping?"

           Thetrainwasgettingslowerandslower.Asthenoiseofthepistonsfellaway,thewindandrainsoundedlouderthaneveragainstthewindows.