Гарри Поттер и Кубок огня

Beauxbatons and Durmstrang

           Nevilleperformedaseriesofquiteastonishinggymnasticshewouldcertainlynothavebeencapableofinhisnormalstate.Notoneofthemseemedtobeabletofightoffthecurse,andeachofthemrecoveredonlywhenMoodyhadremovedit.

           "Potter,"Moodygrowled,"younext."

           Harrymovedforwardintothemiddleoftheclassroom,intothespacethatMoodyhadclearedofdesks.Moodyraisedhiswand,pointeditatHarry,andsaid,"Imperio!"

           Itwasthemostwonderfulfeeling.Harryfeltafloatingsensationaseverythoughtandworryinhisheadwaswipedgentlyaway,leavingnothingbutavague,untraceablehappiness.Hestoodtherefeelingimmenselyrelaxed,onlydimlyawareofeveryonewatchinghim.

           AndthenheheardMad-EyeMoody’svoice,echoinginsomedistantchamberofhisemptybrain:Jumpontothedesk...jumpontothedesk...

           Harrybenthiskneesobediently,preparingtospring.

           Jumpontothedesk....

           Why,though?Anothervoicehadawokeninthebackofhisbrain.

           Stupidthingtodo,really,saidthevoice.

           Jumpontothedesk....

           No,Idon’tthinkIwill,thanks,saidtheothervoice,alittlemorefirmly...no,Idon’treallywantto....

           Jump!NOW!

           ThenextthingHarryfeltwasconsiderablepain.Hehadbothjumpedandtriedtopreventhimselffromjumping-theresultwasthathe’dsmashedheadlongintothedeskknockingitover,and,bythefeelinginhislegs,fracturedbothhiskneecaps.

           "Now,that’smorelikeit!"growledMoody’svoice,andsuddenly,Harryfelttheempty,echoingfeelinginhisheaddisappear.

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