Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

The Ministry of Magic

           Weasleyunboltedthedoorandtheysteppedoutintothecold,greydawn.

           ’Youdon’tnormallywalktowork,doyou?’Harryaskedhim,astheysetoffbrisklyaroundthesquare.

           ’No,IusuallyApparate,’saidMr.Weasley,’butobviouslyyoucan’t,andIthinkit’sbestwearriveinathoroughlynon-magicalfashion...makesabetterimpression,givenwhatyou’rebeingdisciplinedfor....

           Mr.Weasleykepthishandinsidehisjacketastheywalked.Harryknewitwasclenchedaroundhiswand.Therun-downstreetswerealmostdeserted,butwhentheyarrivedatthemiserablelittleundergroundstationtheyfounditalreadylullofearly-morningcommuters.AseverwhenhefoundhimselfincloseproximitytoMugglesgoingabouttheirdailybusiness,Mr.Weasleywashardputtocontainhisenthusiasm.

           ’Simplyfabulous,’hewhispered,indicatingtheautomaticticketmachines.’Wonderfullyingenious.

           ’They’reoutoforder,’saidHarry,pointingatthesign.

           ’Yes,butevenso...saidMr.Weasley,beamingatthemfondly.

           Theyboughttheirticketsinsteadfromasleepy-lookingguard(Harryhandledthetransaction,asMr.WeasleywasnotverygoodwithMugglemoney)andfiveminuteslatertheywereboardinganundergroundtrainthatrattledthemofftowardsthecentreofLondon.Mr.Weasleykeptanxiouslycheckingandre-checkingtheUndergroundMapabovethewindows.

           ’Fourstops,Harry...threestopsleftnow...twostopstogo,Harry...

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