Stephen Fry - 3 Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban - Chapter 03 - The Knight Bus - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Chapter 3.

Bus "Night Knight"

Harry furious, despite the heavy luggage, did not notice how he passed several streets. But soon fatigue made itself felt. On Magnoli Street, he saw a low stone fence and exhausted at her.

Harry sat motionless, his heart was pounding, he could not calm down. It was already completely dark, and little by little they began to master despair. Harry, which side, has never looked, has never been in such a difficult situation. He is alone in the cruel world of Muggles, and he has nowhere to go. And the worst thing is that Harry applied a powerful charge of witchcraft. Therefore, goodbye Hogwarts! He violated the ban: minors have no right to conjure. Harry Diva was given that Owls from the Ministry of Magic still did not clap him wings.

Having cringed, he looked around. What awaits him?

Arrest or just exile from the world of wizards? Thinking about Rona with Hermione, Harry almost cried. Find out that he is in trouble, friends would immediately rush to the rescue, despite all his sins. But they are so far! And there is no book! How do you let them know?

There is no Muggle money. In the bag, at the bottom of the suitcase, lies a handful of magic gold. And all his money is an inheritance from his parents - in London, in the dungeon of Greengotts Bank. Alas, you won’t drag a suitcase to London on foot. If only...

He looked at the magic wand clutched in his hand. If he was already kicked out of school (with this thought, the heart almost exploded in pain), you can conjure a little more, it will not be worse.

From his father he got an invisible mantle. It is necessary to make witchcraft a suitcase light as a feather, tie it to a broomstick and put on this mantle. Then he will quickly and imperceptibly reach London, pick up all the money from the banking safe and will live like a hermit and in a nightmare dream will not dream of! But there is no other way out. And then you will wait for Muggle-policemen. And explain to them what he is doing here at night and why in the suitcase a broom and books with spells!

Opening the suitcase, Harry began to look for an invisible mantle. Suddenly it seemed to him that someone was watching him. He straightened sharply and looked around again. A chill ran down his back. The street is dark and deserted. In the windows of the houses not a light - everyone is sleeping. Harry bent over the suitcase again and immediately jumped to his feet, squeezing his wand tightly, sensed something was amiss: in the narrow space between the hedge and the garage behind him, someone was clearly ... Harry turned around, threw his eyes there. Well, move, please! And it will be clear who you are - a stray cat or ...

“Lumos,” Harry whispered and closed his eyes from a bright light, blazing at the end of the stick; He raised her high above his head, and the walls of the nearest house sparkled. The stick illuminated the garage, the house and the lawn between them. Harry clearly saw the outlines of something huge-it did not take his big shiny eyes from him.

Harry rushed from the house and stumbled on the suitcase, threw forward his hand to soften the fall, but dropped his wand and rolled into the ditch.

The terrible roar nearly stunned him. Harry closed his eyes from bright light. What's this? Creaming, jumped onto the sidewalk, and just in time: in the place where he lay a second ago, there was a couple of giant wheels. A three-story bright purple bus arose only just from the air, filling everything around the streams of light. A long golden inscription stretched along the windshield: "Night Knight."

“I guess I'm crazy,” Harry thought, but then the conductor jumped out of the bus in red and said in silence:

- Welcome! This is a bus for witches and wizards who fell into a difficult position! Vrive a wand and enter the salon: we are mocking you anywhere! I, Stan Shanpike, your conductor with this Vech ...

He stopped short, noticing Harry sitting on earth. Raising his wand, Harry got to his feet.

“And this Stan Shanpike is only five years older than me: eighteen - nineteen, no more,” Harry noted, looking at the pimple, with large protruding ears of the conductor.

- What are you doing here? - threw Stan the conductor tone.

- Fell.

- Why? Stan grinned.

- Falled, and that’s it.

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