Гарри Поттер и узник Азкабана

           "I’mnotdelicate!"saidHarrycrossly.

           "Ofcourseyou’renot,"saidMadamPomfreyabsentmindedly,nowtakinghispulse.

           "Whatdoesheneed?"saidProfessorMcGonagallcrisply."Bedrest?Shouldheperhapsspendtonightinthehospitalwing?"

           "I’mfine!"saidHarry,jumpingup.ThethoughtofwhatDracoMalfoywouldsayifhehadtogotothehospitalwingwastorture.

           "Well,heshouldhavesomechocolate,attheveryleast,"saidMadamPomfrey,whowasnowtryingtopeerintoHarry’seyes.

           "I’vealreadyhadsome,"saidHarry."ProfessorLupingavemesome.Hegaveittoallofus."

           "Didhe,now?"saidMadamPomfreyapprovingly."Sowe’vefinallygotaDefenseAgainsttheDarkArtsteacherwhoknowshisremedies?"

           "Areyousureyoufeelallright,Potter?"ProfessorMcGonagallsaidsharply.

           "Yes,"saidHarry.

           "Verywell.KindlywaitoutsidewhileIhaveaquickwordwithMissGrangerabouthercourseschedule,thenwecangodowntothefeasttogether."

           HarrywentbackintothecorridorwithMadamPomfrey,wholeftforthehospitalwing,mutteringtoherself.Hehadtowaitonlyafewminutes;thenHermioneemergedlookingveryhappyaboutsomething,followedbyProfessorMcGonagall,andthethreeofthemmadetheirwaybackdownthemarblestaircasetotheGreatHall.