Гарри Поттер и Кубок огня

Flesh, Blood, and Bone

           Forasecondthatcontainedaneternity,HarrystaredintoCedric’sface,athisopengrayeyes,blankandexpressionlessasthewindowsofadesertedhouse,athishalf-openmouth,whichlookedslightlysurprised.Andthen,beforeHarry’smindhadacceptedwhathewasseeing,beforehecouldfeelanythingbutnumbdisbelief,hefelthimselfbeingpulledtohisfeet.

           Theshortmaninthecloakhadputdownhisbundle,lithiswand,andwasdraggingHarrytowardthemarbleheadstone.Harrysawthenameuponitflickeringinthewandlightbeforehewasforcedaroundandslammedagainstit.

           TOMRIDDLE

           ThecloakedmanwasnowconjuringtightcordsaroundHarry,tyinghimfromnecktoanklestotheheadstone.Harrycouldhearshallow,fastbreathingfromthedepthsofthehood;hestruggled,andthemanhithim-hithimwithahandthathadafingermissing.AndHarryrealizedwhowasunderthehood.ItwasWormtail.

           "You!"hegasped.

           ButWormtail,whohadfinishedconjuringtheropes,didnotreply;hewasbusycheckingthetightnessofthecords,hisfingerstremblinguncontrollably,fumblingovertheknots.OncesurethatHarrywasboundsotightlytotheheadstonethathecouldn’tmoveaninch,WormtaildrewalengthofsomeblackmaterialfromtheinsideofhiscloakandstuffeditroughlyintoHarry’smouth;then,withoutaword,heturnedfromHarryandhurriedaway.Harrycouldn’tmakeasound,norcouldheseewhereWormtailhadgone;hecouldn’tturnhisheadtoseebeyondtheheadstone;hecouldseeonlywhatwasrightinfrontofhim.

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