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Дж.К. Роулинг. Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban
– CHAPTER ONE – Owl Post
– CHAPTER TWO – Aunt Marge’s Big Mistake
– CHAPTER THREE – The Knight Bus
– CHAPTER FOUR – The Leaky Cauldron
– CHAPTER FIVE – The Dementor
– CHAPTER SIX – Talons and Tea Leaves
– CHAPTER SEVEN – The Boggart in the Wardrobe
– CHAPTER EIGHT – Flight of the Fat Lady
– CHAPTER NINE – Grim Defeat
– CHAPTER TEN – The Marauder’s Map
– CHAPTER ELEVEN – The Firebolt
– CHAPTER TWELVE – The Patronus
– CHAPTER THIRTEEN – Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw
– CHAPTER FOURTEEN – Snape’s Grudge
– CHAPTER FIFTEEN – The Quidditch Final
– CHAPTER SIXTEEN – Professor Trelawney’s Prediction
– CHAPTER SEVENTEEN – Cat, Rat and Dog
– CHAPTER EIGHTEEN – Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot and Prongs
– CHAPTER NINETEEN – The Servant of Lord Voldemort
– CHAPTER TWENTY – The Dementor’s Kiss
– CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE – Hermione’s Secret
– CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO – Owl Post Again
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire
– CHAPTER ONE — The Riddle House
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Harry went down to breakfast next morning to find the three Dursleys already sitting around the kitchen table. They were watching a brand-new television, a welcome-home-for-the-summer present for Dudley, who had been complaining loudly about the long walk between the fridge and the television in the living room. Dudley had spent most of the summer in the kitchen, his piggy little eyes fixed on the screen and his five chins wobbling as he ate continually.
Harry sat down between Dudley and Uncle Vernon, a large, beefy man with very little neck and a lot of moustache. Far from wishing Harry a happy birthday, none of the Dursleys gave any sign that they had noticed Harry enter the room, but Harry was far too used to this to care. He helped himself to a piece of toast and then looked up at the newsreader on the television, who was halfway through a report on an escaped convict.
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‘Ripper can have some tea out of my saucer,’ said Aunt Marge, as they all trooped into the kitchen, leaving Harry alone in the hall with the suitcase. But Harry wasn’t complaining; any excuse not to be with Aunt Marge was fine by him, so he began to heave the case upstairs into the spare bedroom, taking as long as he could.
By the time he got back to the kitchen, Aunt Marge had been supplied with tea and fruitcake and Ripper was lapping noisily in the corner. Harry saw Aunt Petunia wince slightly as specks of tea and drool flecked her clean floor. Aunt Petunia hated animals.
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