Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

The Ministry of Magic

           ’DepartmentofMysteries,’saidthecoolfemalevoice,andleftitatthat.

           ’Quick,Harry,’saidMr.Weasleyastheliftdoorsrattledopen,andtheyspedupacorridorthatwasquitedifferentfromthoseabove.Thewallswerebare;therewerenowindowsandnodoorsapartfromaplainblackonesetattheveryendofthecorridor.Harryexpectedthemtogothroughit,butinsteadMr.Weasleyseizedhimbythearmanddraggedhimtotheleft,wheretherewasanopeningleadingtoaflightofsteps.

           ’Downhere,downhere,’pantedMr.Weasley,takingtwostepsatatime.’Theliftdoesn’tevencomedownthisfar...whythey’redoingitdownthere...

           Theyreachedthebottomofthestepsandranalongyetanothercorridor,whichboreagreatresemblancetotheonethatledtoSnape’sdungeonatHogwarts,withroughstonewallsandtorchesinbrackets.Thedoorstheypassedherewereheavywoodenoneswithironboltsandkeyholes.

           ’Courtroom...ten...Ithink...we’renearly...yes.

           Mr.Weasleystumbledtoahaltoutsideagrimydarkdoorwithanimmenseironlockandslumpedagainstthewall,clutchingatastitchinhischest.

           ’Goon,’hepanted,pointinghisthumbatthedoor.’Getinthere.

           ’Aren’taren’tyoucomingwith?’

           ’No,no,I’mnotallowed.Goodluck!’

           Harry’sheartwasbeatingaviolenttattooagainsthisAdam’sapple.Heswallowedhard,turnedtheheavyirondoorhandleandsteppedinsidethecourtroom.

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