Гарри Поттер и Кубок огня

The Goblet of Fire

           Mad-EyeMoodywasstandingthere,leaningheavilyonhisstaff,hismagicaleyeglaringunblinkinglyattheDurmstrangheadmaster.

           ThecolordrainedfromKarkaroff’sfaceasHarrywatched.Aterriblelookofmingledfuryandfearcameoverhim.

           "You!"hesaid,staringatMoodyasthoughunsurehewasreallyseeinghim.

           "Me,"saidMoodygrimly."Andunlessyou’vegotanythingtosaytoPotter,Karkaroff,youmightwanttomove.You’reblockingthedoorway."

           Itwastrue;halfthestudentsintheHallwerenowwaitingbehindthem,lookingoveroneanother’sshoulderstoseewhatwascausingtheholdup.

           Withoutanotherword,ProfessorKarkaroffswepthisstudentsawaywithhim.Moodywatchedhimuntilhewasoutofsight,hismagicaleyefixeduponhisback,alookofintensedislikeuponhismutilatedface.

           AsthenextdaywasSaturday,moststudentswouldnormallyhavebreakfastedlate.Harry,Ron,andHermione,however,werenotaloneinrisingmuchearlierthantheyusuallydidonweekends.Whentheywentdownintotheentrancehall,theysawabouttwentypeoplemillingaroundit,someofthemeatingtoast,allexaminingtheGobletofFire.IthadbeenplacedinthecenterofthehallonthestoolthatnormallyboretheSortingHat.Athingoldenlinehadbeentracedonthefloor,formingacircletenfeetarounditineverydirection.

           "Anyoneputtheirnameinyet?"Ronaskedathird-yeargirleagerly.

           "AlltheDurmstranglot,"shereplied."ButIhaven’tseenanyonefromHogwartsyet."

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