Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

A Peck of Owls

           ’Oh,mydear,Iwishitwereso,butI’mafraidMUNDUNGUSFLETCHER,IAMGOINGTOKILLYOU!’

           Therewasaloudcrackandastrongsmellofdrinkmingledwithstaletobaccofilledtheairasasquat,unshavenmaninatatteredovercoatmaterialisedrightinfrontofthem.Hehadshort,bandylegs,longstragglygingerhairandbloodshot,baggyeyesthatgavehimthedolefullookofabassethound.HewasalsoclutchingasilverybundlethatHarryrecognisedatonceasanInvisibilityCloak.

           ’S’up,Figgy?’hesaid,staringfromMrs.FiggtoHarryandDudley.’What’appenedtostayingundercover?’

           ’I’llgiveyouundercover!’criedMrs.Figg.’Dementors,youuseless,skivingsneakthief!’

           ’Dementors?’repeatedMundungus,aghast.’Dementors,here?’

           ’Yes,here,youworthlesspileofbatdroppings,here!’shriekedMrs.Figg.’Dementorsattackingtheboyonyourwatch!’

           ’Blimey,’saidMundungusweakly,lookingfromMrs.FiggtoHarry,andbackagain.’Blimey,I...

           ’Andyouoffbuyingstolencauldrons!Didn’tItellyounottogo?Didn’tI?’

           ’Iwell,IMundunguslookeddeeplyuncomfortable.’It...itwasaverygoodbusinessopportunity,see...

           Mrs.FiggraisedthearmfromwhichherstringbagdangledandwhackedMundungusaroundthefaceandneckwithit;judgingbytheclankingnoiseitmadeitwasfullofcatfood.

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