Гарри Поттер и Кубок огня

Padfoot Returns

           Fornearlyhalfanhourtheyclimbedasteep,winding,andstonypath,followingSirius’swaggingtail,sweatinginthesun,theshoulderstrapsofHarry’sbagcuttingintohisshoulders.

           Then,atlast,Siriusslippedoutofsight,andwhentheyreachedtheplacewherehehadvanished,theysawanarrowfissureintherock.Theysqueezedintoitandfoundthemselvesinacool,dimlylitcave.Tetheredattheendofit,oneendofhisropearoundalargerock,wasBuckbeakthehippogriff.Halfgrayhorse,halfgianteagle,Buckbeak’sfierceorangeeyeflashedatthesightofthem.Allthreeofthembowedlowtohim,andafterregardingthemimperiouslyforamoment,BuckbeakbenthisscalyfrontkneesandallowedHermionetorushforwardandstrokehisfeatheryneck.Harry,however,waslookingattheblackdog,whichhadjustturnedintohisgodfather.

           Siriuswaswearingraggedgrayrobes;thesameoneshehadbeenwearingwhenhehadleftAzkaban.Hisblackhairwaslongerthanithadbeenwhenhehadappearedinthefire,anditwasuntidyandmattedoncemore.Helookedverythin.

           "Chicken!"hesaidhoarselyafterremovingtheoldDailyProphetsfromhismouthandthrowingthemdownontothecavefloor.

           Harrypulledopenhisbagandhandedoverthebundleofchickenlegsandbread.

           "Thanks,"saidSirius,openingit,grabbingadrumstick,sittingdownonthecavefloor,andtearingoffalargechunkwithhisteeth."I’vebeenlivingoffratsmostly.Can’tstealtoomuchfoodfromHogsmeade;I’ddrawattentiontomyself."

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