Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

Dentention with Delores

           ’Whichisthetruth!’saidHarryloudly.

           ’Iknowitis,Harry,sowillyoupleasestopbitingmyheadoff?’saidHermionewearily.’It’sjustthatbeforethetruthcouldsinkin,everyonewenthomeforthesummer,wheretheyspenttwomonthsreadingabouthowyou’reanutcaseandDumbledore’sgoingsenile!’

           RainpoundedonthewindowpanesastheystrodealongtheemptycorridorsbacktoGryffindorTower.Harryfeltasthoughhisfirstdayhadlastedaweek,buthestillhadamountainofhomeworktodobeforebed.Adullpoundingpainwasdevelopingoverhisrighteye.Heglancedoutofarain-washedwindowatthedarkgroundsastheyturnedintotheFatLady’scorridor.TherewasstillnolightinHagrid’scabin.

           ’Mimbulusmimbletonia,’saidHermione,beforetheFatLadycouldask.Theportraitswungopentorevealtheholebehinditandthethreeofthemscrambledthroughit.

           Thecommonroomwasalmostempty;nearlyeveryonewasstilldownatdinner.Crookshanksuncoiledhimselffromanarmchairandtrottedtomeetthem,purringloudly,andwhenHarry,RonandHermionetooktheirthreefavouritechairsatthefiresideheleaptlightlyontoHermione’slapandcurleduptherelikeafurrygingercushion.Harrygazedintotheflames,feelingdrainedandexhausted.

           ’HowcanDumbledorehaveletthishappen?’Hermionecriedsuddenly,makingHarryandRonjump;Crookshanksleaptoffher,lookingaffronted.

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