Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

Out of the Fire

           ’Potter,whatdoyouthinkyou’redoing?’

           ’IneedtoseeProfessorMcGonagall,’gaspedHarry,thebreathtearinghislungs.’Now...it’surgent!’

           ’She’snothere,Potter,’saidMadamPomfreysadly.’ShewastransferredtoSt.Mungo’sthismorning.FourStunningSpellsstraighttothechestatherage?It’sawondertheydidn’tkillher.

           ’She’s...gone?’saidHarry,shocked.

           Thebellrangjustoutsidethedormitoryandheheardtheusualdistantrumblingofstudentsstartingtofloodoutintothecorridorsaboveandbelowhim.Heremainedquitestill,lookingatMadamPomfrey.Terrorwasrisinginsidehim.

           Therewasnobodylefttotell.Dumbledorehadgone,Hagridhadgone,buthehadalwaysexpectedProfessorMcGonagalltobethere,irascibleandinflexible,perhaps,butalwaysdependably,solidlypresent...

           ’Idon’twonderyou’reshocked,Potter,’saidMadamPomfrey,withakindoffierceapprovalinherface.’AsifoneofthemcouldhaveStunnedMinervaMcGonagallface-onbydaylight!Cowardice,that’swhatitwas...despicablecowardice...ifIwasn’tworriedwhatwouldhappentoyoustudentswithoutme,I’dresigninprotest.

           ’Yes,’saidHarryblankly.

           Hewheeledaroundandstrodeblindlyfromthehospitalwingintotheteemingcorridorwherehestood,buffetedbythecrowd,panicexpandinginsidehimlikepoisongassothathisheadswamandhecouldnotthinkwhattodo...

           RonandHermione,saidavoiceinhishead.

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