Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

A Peck of Owls

           HeregistereddimlyhowstrangeitwasthattheDursleys,whoflinched,wincedandsquawkediftheyheardwordslike’wizard’,’magic’or’wand’,couldhearthenameofthemostevilwizardofalltimewithouttheslightesttremor.

           ’Lordhangon,’saidUncleVernon,hisfacescrewedup,alookofdawningcomprehensioncomingintohispiggyeyes.’I’veheardthatname...thatwastheonewho...

           ’Murderedmyparents,yes,’Harrysaiddully.

           ’Buthe’sgone,’saidUncleVernonimpatiently,withouttheslightestsignthatthemurderofHarry’sparentsmightbeapainfultopic.’Thatgiantblokesaidso.He’sgone.

           ’He’sback,’saidHarryheavily.

           ItfeltverystrangetobestandinghereinAuntPetunia’ssurgicallycleankitchen,besidethetop-of-the-rangefridgeandthewide-screentelevision,talkingcalmlyofLordVoldemorttoUncleVernon.ThearrivalofthedementorsinLittleWhingingseemedtohavebreachedthegreat,invisiblewallthatdividedtherelentlesslynon-magicalworldofPrivetDriveandtheworldbeyond.Harry’stwoliveshadsomehowbecomefusedandeverythinghadbeenturnedupside-down;theDursleyswereaskingfordetailsaboutthemagicalworld,andMrs.FiggknewAlbusDumbledore;dementorsweresoaringaroundLittleWhinging,andhemightneverreturntoHogwarts.Harry’sheadthrobbedmorepainfully.

           ’Back?’whisperedAuntPetunia.

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