Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           "Harry!Harry!Areyouallright?"

           Someonewasslappinghisface.

           "W-what?"

           Harryopenedhiseyes;therewerelanternsabovehim,andthefloorwasshaking—theHogwartsExpresswasmovingagainandthelightshadcomebackon.Heseemedtohaveslidoutofhisseatontothefloor.RonandHermionewerekneelingnexttohim,andabovethemhecouldseeNevilleandProfessorLupinwatching.Harryfeltverysick;whenheputuphishandtopushhisglassesbackon,hefeltcoldsweatonhisface.

           RonandHermioneheavedhimbackontohisseat.

           "Areyouokay?"Ronaskednervously.

           "Yeah,"saidHarry,lookingquicklytowardthedoor.Thehoodedcreaturehadvanished."Whathappened?Where’sthat—thatthing?Whoscreamed?"

           "Noonescreamed,"saidRon,morenervouslystill.

           Harrylookedaroundthebrightcompartment.GinnyandNevillelookedbackathim,bothverypale.

           "ButIheardscreaming—"

           Aloudsnapmadethemalljump.ProfessorLupinwasbreakinganenormousslabofchocolateintopieces.

           "Here,"hesaidtoHarry,handinghimaparticularlylargepiece."Eatit.It’llhelp."

           Harrytookthechocolatebutdidn’teatit.