Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

A Peck of Owls

           GoodLord,boy,theytoldmeyouwereintelligent....Right...getinsideandstaythere,’shesaid,astheyreachednumberfour.’Iexpectsomeonewillbeintouchwithyousoonenough.

           ’Whatareyougoingtodo?’askedHarryquickly.

           ’I’mgoingstraighthome,’saidMrs.Figg,staringaroundthedarkstreetandshuddering.’I’llneedtowaitformoreinstructions.Juststayinthehouse.Goodnight.

           ’Hangon,don’tgoyet!Iwanttoknow

           ButMrs.Figghadalreadysetoffatatrot,carpetslippersflopping,stringbagclanking.

           ’Wait!’Harryshoutedafterher.HehadamillionquestionstoaskanyonewhowasincontactwithDumbledore;butwithinsecondsMrs.Figgwasswallowedbythedarkness.Scowling,HarryreadjustedDudleyonhisshoulderandmadehisslow,painfulwayupnumberfour’sgardenpath.

           Thehalllightwason.Harrystuckhiswandbackinsidethewaistbandofhisjeans,rangthebellandwatchedAuntPetunia’soutlinegrowlargerandlarger,oddlydistortedbytheripplingglassinthefrontdoor.

           ’Diddy!Abouttimetoo,IwasgettingquitequiteDiddy,what’sthematter?’

           HarrylookedsidewaysatDudleyandduckedoutfromunderhisarmjustintime.Dudleyswayedonthespotforamoment,hisfacepalegreen...thenheopenedhismouthandvomitedalloverthedoormat.

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