Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

Christmas on the Closed Ward

           ’Andlook,Broderick,you’vebeensentapotplantandalovelycalendarwithadifferentfancyhippogriffforeachmonth;they’llbrightenthingsup,won’tthey?’saidtheHealer,bustlingalongtothemumblingman,settingaratheruglyplantwithlong,swayingtentaclesonthebedsidecabinetandfixingthecalendartothewallwithherwand.’Andoh,Mrs.Longbottom,areyouleavingalready?’

           Harry’sheadspanround.Thecurtainshadbeendrawnbackfromthetwobedsattheendofthewardandtwovisitorswerewalkingbackdowntheaislebetweenthebeds:aformidable-lookingoldwitchwearingalonggreendress,amoth-eatenfoxfurandapointedhatdecoratedwithwhatwasunmistakeablyastuffedvultureand,trailingbehindherlookingthoroughlydepressedNeville.

           Withasuddenrushofunderstanding,Harryrealisedwhothepeopleintheendbedsmustbe.HecastaroundwildlyforsomemeansofdistractingtheotherssothatNevillecouldleavethewardunnoticedandunquestioned,butRonhadalsolookedupatthesoundofthename’Longbottom’,andbeforeHarrycouldstophimhadcalledout,’Neville!’

           Nevillejumpedandcoweredasthoughabullethadnarrowlymissedhim.

           ’It’sus,Neville!’saidRonbrightly,gettingtohisfeet.’Haveyouseen?Lockhart’shere!Who’veyoubeenvisiting?’

           ’Friendsofyours,Neville,dear?’saidNeville’sgrandmothergraciously,bearingdownuponthemall.

           Nevillelookedasthoughhewouldratherbeanywhereintheworldbuthere.

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