Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

St. Mungo’s Hosptial for Magical Maladies and Injuries

           ItsoundedasthoughDumbledorewasentertainingatleastadozenpeople.

           ProfessorMcGonagallrappedthreetimeswiththegriffinknockerandthevoicesceasedabruptlyasthoughsomeonehadswitchedthemalloff.ThedooropenedofitsownaccordandProfessorMcGonagallledHarryandRoninside.

           Theroomwasinhalf-darkness;thestrangesilverinstrumentsstandingontablesweresilentandstillratherthanwhirringandemittingpuffsofsmokeastheyusuallydid;theportraitsofoldheadmastersandheadmistressescoveringthewallswereallsnoozingintheirframes.Behindthedoor,amagnificentredandgoldbirdthesizeofaswandozedonitsperchwithitsheadunderitswing.

           ’Oh,it’syou,ProfessorMcGonagall...and...ah.

           Dumbledorewassittinginahigh-backedchairbehindhisdesk;heleanedforwardintothepoolofcandlelightilluminatingthepaperslaidoutbeforehim.Hewaswearingamagnificentlyembroideredpurpleandgolddressinggownoverasnowywhitenightshirt,butseemedwide-awake,hispenetratinglightblueeyesfixedintentlyuponProfessorMcGonagall.

           ’ProfessorDumbledore,Potterhashada...well,anightmare,’saidProfessorMcGonagall.’Hesays...

           ’Itwasn’tanightmare,’saidHarryquickly.

           ProfessorMcGonagalllookedroundatHarry,frowningslightly.

           ’Verywell,then,Potter,youtelltheHeadmasteraboutit.

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