Гарри Поттер и Кубок огня

Mad-eye Moody

           Thefamiliarsweetperfumespreadingfromthefiremettheirnostrilsastheyemergedatthetopofthestepladder.Asever,thecurtainswereallclosed;thecircularroomwasbathedinadimreddishlightcastbythemanylamps,whichwerealldrapedwithscarvesandshawls.HarryandRonwalkedthroughthemassofoccupiedchintzchairsandpoufsthatclutteredtheroom,andsatdownatthesamesmallcirculartable.

           "Goodday,"saidthemistyvoiceofProfessorTrelawneyrightbehindHarry,makinghimjump.

           Averythinwomanwithenormousglassesthatmadehereyesappearfartoolargeforherface,ProfessorTrelawneywaspeeringdownatHarrywiththetragicexpressionshealwaysworewhenevershesawhim.Theusuallargeamountofbeads,chains,andbanglesglittereduponherpersoninthefirelight.

           "Youarepreoccupied,mydear,"shesaidmournfullytoHarry."Myinnereyeseespastyourbravefacetothetroubledsoulwithin.AndIregrettosaythatyourworriesarenotbaseless.Iseedifficulttimesaheadforyou,alas...mostdifficult...Ifearthethingyoudreadwillindeedcometopass....andperhapssoonerthanyouthink..."

           Hervoicedroppedalmosttoawhisper.RonrolledhiseyesatHarry,wholookedstonilyback.ProfessorTrelawneysweptpastthemandseatedherselfinalargewingedarmchairbeforethefire,facingtheclass.LavenderBrownandParvatiPatil,whodeeplyadmiredProfessorTrelawney,weresittingonpoufsveryclosetoher.

           "Mydears,itistimeforustoconsiderthestars,"shesaid.

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