Гарри Поттер и Кубок огня

The Pensieve

           Theboys’threecompanionsrosequietlyfromtheirseats;thewomanwiththeheavy-liddedeyeslookedupatCrouchandcalled,"TheDarkLordwillriseagain,Crouch!ThrowusintoAzkaban;wewillwait!Hewillriseagainandwillcomeforus,hewillrewardusbeyondanyofhisothersupporters!Wealonewerefaithful!Wealonetriedtofindhim!"

           Buttheboywastryingtofightoffthedementors,eventhoughHarrycouldseetheircold,drainingpowerstartingtoaffecthim.Thecrowdwasjeering,someofthemontheirfeet,asthewomansweptoutofthedungeon,andtheboycontinuedtostruggle.

           "I’myourson!"hescreamedupatCrouch."I’myourson!"

           "Youarenosonofmine!"bellowedMr.Crouch,hiseyesbulgingsuddenly."Ihavenoson!"

           Thewispywitchbesidehimgaveagreatgaspandslumpedinherseat.Shehadfainted.Crouchappearednottohavenoticed.

           "Takethemaway!"Crouchroaredatthedementors,spitflyingfromhismouth."Takethemaway,andmaytheyrotthere!"

           "Father!Father,Iwasn’tinvolved!No!No!Father,please!"

           "Ithink.Harry,itistimetoreturntomyoffice,"saidaquietvoiceinHarry’sear.

           Harrystarted.Helookedaround.Thenhelookedonhisotherside.

           TherewasanAlbusDumbledoresittingonhisright,watchingCrouch’ssonbeingdraggedawaybythedementors-andtherewasanAlbusDumbledoreonhisleft,lookingrightathim.

           "Come,"saidtheDumbledoreonhisleft,andheputhishandunderHarry’selbow.

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