Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           "Firs’yearsthisway!"calledafamiliarvoice.Harry,Ron,andHermioneturnedandsawthegiganticoutlineofHagridattheotherendoftheplatform,beckoningtheterrified-lookingnewstudentsforwardfortheirtraditionaljourneyacrossthelake.

           "Allright,youthree?"Hagridyelledovertheheadsofthecrowd.Theywavedathim,buthadnochancetospeaktohimbecausethemassofpeoplearoundthemwasshuntingthemawayalongtheplatform.Harry,Ron,andHermionefollowedtherestoftheschoolalongtheplatformandoutontoaroughmudtrack,whereatleastahundredstagecoachesawaitedtheremainingstudents,eachpulled,Harrycouldonlyassume,byaninvisiblehorse,becausewhentheyclimbedinsideandshutthedoor,thecoachsetoffallbyitself,bumpingandswayinginprocession.

           Thecoachsmelledfaintlyofmoldandstraw.Harryfeltbettersincethechocolate,butstillweak.RonandHermionekeptlookingathimsideways,asthoughfrightenedhemightcollapseagain.

           Asthecarriagetrundledtowardapairofmagnificentwroughtirongates,flankedwithstonecolumnstoppedwithwingedboars,Harrysawtwomoretowering,hoodedDementors,standingguardoneitherside.Awaveofcoldsicknessthreatenedtoengulfhimagain;heleanedbackintothelumpyseatandclosedhiseyesuntiltheyhadpassedthegates.Thecarriagepickedupspeedonthelong,slopingdriveuptothecastle;Hermionewasleaningoutofthetinywindow,watchingthemanyturretsandtowersdrawnearer.Atlast,thecarriageswayedtoahalt,andHermioneandRongotout.

           AsHarrysteppeddown,adrawling,delightedvoicesoundedinhisear.

           "Youfainted,Potter?IsLongbottorntellingthetruth?Youactuallyfainted?"