Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

Dumbledore’s Army

           ’OK,’saidHarryquietly,whileamoth-eatentrollpausedinhisrelentlessclubbingofthewould-beballetteachertowatchthem.’Dobbysaidtowalkpastthisbitofwallthreetimes,concentratinghardonwhatweneed.

           Theydidso,turningsharplyatthewindowjustbeyondtheblankstretchofwall,thenattheman-sizedvaseonitsotherside.Ronhadscreweduphiseyesinconcentration;Hermionewaswhisperingsomethingunderherbreath;Harry’sfistswereclenchedashestaredaheadofhim.

           Weneedsomewheretolearntofight...hethought.Justgiveusaplacetopractise...somewheretheycan’tfindus...

           ’Harry!’saidHermionesharply,astheywheeledaroundaftertheirthirdwalkpast.

           Ahighlypolisheddoorhadappearedinthewall.Ronwasstaringatit,lookingslightlywary.Harryreachedout,seizedthebrasshandle,pulledopenthedoorandledthewayintoaspaciousroomlitwithflickeringtorcheslikethosethatilluminatedthedungeonseightfloorsbelow.

           Thewallswerelinedwithwoodenbookcasesandinsteadofchairstherewerelargesilkcushionsonthefloor.AsetofshelvesatthefarendoftheroomcarriedarangeofinstrumentssuchasSneakoscopes,SecrecySensorsandalarge,crackedFoe-GlassthatHarrywassurehadhung,thepreviousyear,inthefakeMoody’soffice.

           ’Thesewillbegoodwhenwe’repractisingStunning,’saidRonenthusiastically,proddingoneofthecushionswithhisfoot.

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