Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black

           Thecurtainswerenolongerbuzzing;theyhunglimpanddampfromtheintensivespraying;unconsciousdoxyslaycrammedinthebucketatthefootofthembesideabowloftheirblackeggs,atwhichCrookshankswasnowsniffingandFredandGeorgewereshootingcovetouslooks.

           ’Ithinkwe’lltacklethoseafterlunch.

           Mrs.Weasleypointedatthedustyglass-frontedcabinetsstandingoneithersideofthemantelpiece.Theywerecrammedwithanoddassortmentofobjects:aselectionofrustydaggers,claws,acoiledsnakeskin,anumberoftarnishedsilverboxesinscribedwithlanguagesHarrycouldnotunderstandand,leastpleasantofall,anornatecrystalbottlewithalargeopalsetintothestopper,fullofwhatHarrywasquitesurewasblood.

           Theclangingdoorbellrangagain.EveryonelookedatMrs.Weasley.

           ’Stayhere,’shesaidfirmly,snatchingupthebagofratsasMrs.Blacksscreechesstartedupagainfromdownbelow.’I’llbringupsomesandwiches.

           Shelefttheroom,closingthedoorcarefullybehindher.Atonce,everyonedashedovertothewindowtolookdownonthedoorstep.Theycouldseethetopofanunkemptgingeryheadandastackofprecariouslybalancedcauldrons.

           ’Mundungus!’saidHermione.’What’shebroughtallthosecauldronsfor?’

           ’Probablylookingforasafeplacetokeepthem,’saidHarry.

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