Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

A Peck of Owls

           ’Felt...felt...felt...asif...asif...

           ’Asifyou’dneverbehappyagain,’Harrysupplieddully.

           ’Yes,’Dudleywhispered,stilltrembling.

           ’So!’saidUncleVernon,voicerestoredtofullandconsiderablevolumeashestraightenedup.’Youputsomecrackpotspellonmyonsohe’dhearvoicesandbelievehewaswasdoomedtomisery,orsomething,didyou?’

           ’HowmanytimesdoIhavetotellyou?’saidHarry,temperandvoicebothrising.’Itwasn’tme!Itwasacoupleofdementors!’

           ’Acoupleofwhat’sthiscodswallop?’

           ’Dementors,’saidHarryslowlyandclearly.’Twoofthem.

           ’Andwhattheruddyhellaredementors?’

           ’Theyguardthewizardprison,Azkaban,’saidAuntPetunia.

           TwosecondsofringingsilencefollowedthesewordsbeforeAuntPetuniaclappedherhandoverhermouthasthoughshehadletslipadisgustingswearword.UncleVernonwasgogglingather.Harry’sbrainreeled.Mrs.FiggwasonethingbutAuntPetunia?

           ’Howd’youknowthat?’heaskedher,astonished.

           AuntPetunialookedquiteappalledwithherself.SheglancedatUncleVernoninfearfulapology,thenloweredherhandslightlytorevealherhorsyteeth.

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