Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

The Hogwart’s High Inquisitor

           ’Please?’

           Harrycouldnotthinkofanythingtosay.Hewasfeelingashamedofhisoutburstalready.Henodded,hardlyawareofwhathewasagreeingto.

           Hermionestoodup.

           ’Well,I’mofftobed,’shesaid,inavoicethatwasclearlyasnaturalasshecouldmakeit.’Erm...night.

           Ronhadgottohisfeet,too.

           ’Coming?’hesaidawkwardlytoHarry.

           ’Yeah,’saidHarry.’In...inaminute.I’lljustclearthisup.

           Heindicatedthesmashedbowlonthefloor.Ronnoddedandleft.

           ’Reparo,’Harrymuttered,pointinghiswandatthebrokenpiecesofchina.Theyflewbacktogether,goodasnew,buttherewasnoreturningtheMurtlapessencetothebowl.

           Hewassuddenlysotiredhewastemptedtosinkbackintohisarmchairandsleepthere,butinsteadheforcedhimselftohisfeetandfollowedRonupstairs.Hisrestlessnightwaspunctuatedoncemorebydreamsoflongcorridorsandlockeddoorsandheawokenextdaywithhisscarpricklingagain.

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