Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           "There’snoneedtolooksoworried—Ijustwantawordinmyoffice,"shetoldthem."Movealongthere,Weasley."

           RonstaredasProfessorMcGonagallusheredHarryandHermioneawayfromthechatteringcrowd;theyaccompaniedheracrosstheentrancehall,upthemarblestaircase,andalongacorridor.

           Oncetheywereinheroffice,asmallroomwithalarge,welcomingfire,ProfessorMcGonagallmotionedHarryandHermionetositdown.Shesettledherselfbehindherdeskandsaidabruptly,"ProfessorLupinsentanowlaheadtosaythatyouweretakenillonthetrain,Potter."

           BeforeHarrycouldreply,therewasasoftknockonthedoorandMadamPomfrey,thenurse,camebustlingin.

           Harryfelthimselfgoingredintheface.Itwasbadenoughthathe’dpassedout,orwhateverhehaddone,withouteveryonemakingallthisfuss.

           "I’mfine,"hesaid,"Idon’tneedanything—"

           "Oh,it’syou,isit?"saidMadamPomfrey,ignoringthisandbendingdowntostarecloselyathim."Isupposeyou’vebeendoingsomethingdangerousagain?"

           "ItwasaDementor,Poppy,"saidProfessorMcGonagall.

           Theyexchangedadarklook,andMadamPomfreycluckeddisapprovingly.

           "SettingDementorsaroundaschool,shemuttered,pushingbackHarry’shairandfeelinghisforehead."Hewon’tbethelastonewhocollapses.Yes,he’sallclammy.Terriblethings,theyare,andtheeffecttheyhaveonpeoplewhoarealreadydelicate—"