Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

The Woes of Mrs. Weasley

           ’Yeah,fine,’liedHarry.

           Moodytookaswigfromhishipflask,hiselectric-blueeyestaringsidewaysatHarry.

           ’Comehere,I’vegotsomethingthatmightinterestyou,’hesaid.

           FromaninnerpocketofhisrobesMoodypulledaverytatteredoldwizardingphotograph.

           ’OriginalOrderofthePhoenix,’growledMoody.’FounditlastnightwhenIwaslookingformyspareInvisibilityCloak,seeingasPodmorehasn’thadthemannerstoreturnmybestone....Thoughtpeoplemightliketoseeit.

           Harrytookthephotograph.Asmallcrowdofpeople,somewavingathim,othersliftingtheirglasses,lookedbackupathim.

           ’There’sme,’saidMoody,unnecessarilypointingathimself.TheMoodyinthepicturewasunmistakeable,thoughhishairwasslightlylessgreyandhisnosewasintact.’Andthere’sDumbledorebesideme,DedalusDiggleontheotherside...That’sMarleneMcKinnon,shewaskilledtwoweeksafterthiswastaken,theygotherwholefamily.That’sFrankandAliceLongbottom

           Harry’sstomach,alreadyuncomfortable,clenchedashelookedatAliceLongbottom;heknewherround,friendlyfaceverywell,eventhoughhehadnevermether,becauseshewastheimageofherson,Neville.

           ’Poordevils,’growledMoody.’Betterdeadthanwhathappenedtothem...andthat’sEmmelineVance,you’vemether,andthatthere’sLupin,obviously...

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