Гарри Поттер и Кубок огня

Flesh, Blood, and Bone

           Whoeveritwas,hewasshort,andwearingahoodedcloakpulledupoverhisheadtoobscurehisface.And-severalpacesnearer,thegapbetweenthemclosingallthetime-Harrysawthatthethinginthepersonsarmslookedlikeababy...orwasitmerelyabundleofrobes?

           HarryloweredhiswandslightlyandglancedsidewaysatCedric.Cedricshothimaquizzicallook.Theybothturnedbacktowatchtheapproachingfigure.

           Itstoppedbesideatoweringmarbleheadstone,onlysixfeetfromthem.Forasecond.HarryandCedricandtheshortfiguresimplylookedatoneanother.

           Andthen,withoutwarning,Harry’sscarexplodedwithpain.Itwasagonysuchashehadneverfeltinallhislife;hiswandslippedfromhisfingersasheputhishandsoverhisface;hiskneesbuckled;hewasonthegroundandhecouldseenothingatall;hisheadwasabouttosplitopen.

           Fromfaraway,abovehishead,heheardahigh,coldvoicesay,"Killthespare."

           Aswishingnoiseandasecondvoice,whichscreechedthewordstothenight:"AvadaKedavra!"

           AblastofgreenlightblazedthroughHarry’seyelids,andheheardsomethingheavyfalltothegroundbesidehim;thepaininhisscarreachedsuchapitchthatheretched,andthenitdiminished;terrifiedofwhathewasabouttosee,heopenedhisstingingeyes.

           Cedricwaslyingspread-eagledonthegroundbesidehim.Hewasdead.

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