Гарри Поттер и Кубок огня

The Hungarian Horntail

           Bythelooksofit,theonlychampionwhowouldbefacingtheunknownonTuesdaywasCedric.

           Harryreachedthecastle,slippedinthroughthefrontdoors,andbegantoclimbthemarblestairs;hewasveryoutofbreath,buthedidn’tdareslowdown....Hehadlessthanfiveminutestogetuptothefire....

           "Balderdash!"hegaspedattheFatLady,whowassnoozinginherframeinfrontoftheportraithole.

           "Ifyousayso,"shemutteredsleepily,withoutopeninghereyes,andthepictureswungforwardtoadmithim.Harryclimbedinside.Thecommonroomwasdeserted,and,judgingbythefactthatitsmelledquitenormal,HermionehadnotneededtosetoffanyDungbombstoensurethatheandSiriusgotprivacy.

           HarrypulledofftheInvisibilityCloakandthrewhimselfintoanarmchairinfrontofthefire.Theroomwasinsemidarkness;theflamesweretheonlysourceoflight.Nearby,onatable,theSupportCedricDiggory!badgestheCreeveyshadbeentryingtoimprovewereglintinginthefirelight.TheynowreadPOTTERREALLYSTINKS.Harrylookedbackintotheflames,andjumped.

           Sirius’sheadwassittinginthefire.IfHarryhadn’tseenMr.DiggorydoexactlythisbackintheWeasleys’kitchen,itwouldhavescaredhimoutofhiswits.Instead,hisfacebreakingintothefirstsmilehehadwornfordays,hescrambledoutofhischair,croucheddownbythehearth,andsaid,"Sirius-how’reyoudoing?"

           SiriuslookeddifferentfromHarry’smemoryofhim.

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