Гарри Поттер и Кубок огня

The Dark Mark

           Butthefootstepscametoasuddenhalt.

           "Hello?"calledHarry.

           Therewassilence.Harrygottohisfeetandpeeredaroundthetree.Itwastoodarktoseeveryfar,buthecouldsensesomebodystandingjustbeyondtherangeofhisvision.

           "Who’sthere?"hesaid.

           Andthen,withoutwarning,thesilencewasrentbyavoiceunlikeanytheyhadheardinthewood;andituttered,notapanickedshout,butwhatsoundedlikeaspell.

           "MORSMORDRE!"

           Andsomethingvast,green,andglitteringeruptedfromthepatchofdarknessHarry’seyeshadbeenstrugglingtopenetrate;itflewupoverthetreetopsandintothesky.

           "Whatthe-?"gaspedRonashesprangtohisfeetagain,staringupatthethingthathadappeared.

           Forasplitsecond,Harrythoughtitwasanotherleprechaunformation.Thenherealizedthatitwasacolossalskull,comprisedofwhatlookedlikeemeraldstars,withaserpentprotrudingfromitsmouthlikeatongue.Astheywatched,itrosehigherandhigher,blazinginahazeofgreenishsmoke,etchedagainsttheblackskylikeanewconstellation.

           Suddenly,thewoodallaroundthemeruptedwithscreams.Harrydidn’tunderstandwhy,buttheonlypossiblecausewasthesuddenappearanceoftheskull,whichhadnowrisenhighenoughtoilluminatetheentirewoodlikesomegrislyneonsign.Hescannedthedarknessforthepersonwhohadconjuredtheskull,buthecouldn’tseeanyone.

           "Who’sthere?"hecalledagain.

           "Harry,comeon,move!"Hermionehadseizedthecollarofhisjacketandwastugginghimbackward.

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