Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           "Whatwasthatthing?"heaskedLupin.

           "ADementor,"saidLupin,whowasnowgivingchocolatetoeveryoneelse."OneoftheDementorsofAzkaban."

           Everyonestaredathim.ProfessorLupincrumpleduptheemptychocolatewrapperandputitinhispocket.

           "Eat,"herepeated."It’llhelp.Ineedtospeaktothedriver,excuseme..."

           HestrolledpastHarryanddisappearedintothecorridor.

           "Areyousureyou’reokay,Harry?"saidHermione,watchingHarryanxiously.

           "Idon’tgetit...whathappened?"saidHarry,wipingmoresweatoffhisface.

           "Well—thatthing—theDementor—stoodthereandlookedaround(Imean,Ithinkitdid,Icouldn’tseeitsface)—andyou—you—"

           "Ithoughtyouwerehavingafitorsomething,"saidRon,whostilllookedscared."Youwentsortofrigidandfelloutofyourseatandstartedtwitching—"

           "AndProfessorLupinsteppedoveryou,andwalkedtowardtheDementor,andpulledouthiswand,"saidHermione,"andhesaid,’NoneofusishidingSiriusBlackunderourcloaks.Go.’ButtheDementordidn’tmove,soLupinmutteredsomething,andasilverythingshotoutofhiswandatit,anditturnedaroundandsortofglidedaway..."

           "Itwashorrible,"saidNeville,inahighervoicethanusual."Didyoufeelhowcolditgotwhenitcamein?"

           "Ifeltweird,"saidRon,shiftinghisshouldersuncomfortably."LikeI’dneverbecheerfulagain..."