Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

Percy and Padfoot

           ThesunwashighintheskynowandwhenHarryenteredtheOwlerytheglasslesswindowsdazzledhiseyes;thicksilverybeamsofsunlightcrisscrossedthecircularroominwhichhundredsofowlsnestledonrafters,alittlerestlessintheearly-morninglight,someclearlyjustreturnedfromhunting.Thestraw-coveredfloorcrunchedalittleashesteppedacrosstinyanimalbones,craninghisneckforasightofHedwig.

           ’Thereyouare,’hesaid,spottinghersomewhereneartheverytopofthevaultedceiling.’Getdownhere,I’vegotaletterforyou.

           Withalowhootshestretchedhergreatwhitewingsandsoareddownontohisshoulder.

           ’Right,IknowthissaysSnufflesontheoutside,’hetoldher,givingherthelettertoclaspinherbeakand,withoutknowingexactlywhy,whispering,’butit’sforSirius,OK?’

           Sheblinkedherambereyesonceandhetookthattomeanthatsheunderstood.

           ’Safeflight,then,’saidHarryandhecarriedhertooneofthewindows;withamomentspressureonhisarm,Hedwigtookoffintotheblindinglybrightsky.Hewatchedheruntilshebecameatinyblackspeckandvanished,thenswitchedhisgazetoHagrid’shut,clearlyvisiblefromthiswindow,andjustasclearlyuninhabited,thechimneysmokeless,thecurtainsdrawn.

           ThetreetopsoftheForbiddenForestswayedinalightbreeze.Harrywatchedthem,savouringthefreshaironhisface,thinkingaboutQuidditchlater...thenhesawit.

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