Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

The Advance Guard

           Books,clothes,telescope,andscalesallsoaredintotheairandflewpell-mellintothetrunk.

           ’It’snotveryneat,’saidTonks,walkingovertothetrunkandlookingdownatthejumbleinside.’Mymum’sgotthisknackofgettingstufftofititselfinneatlysheevengetsthesockstofoldthemselvesbutI’venevermasteredhowshedoesitit’sakindofflickSheflickedherwandhopefully.

           OneofHarry’ssocksgaveafeeblesortofwiggleandfloppedbackontopofthemessinthetrunk.

           ’Ah,well,’saidTonks,slammingthetrunk’slidshut,’atleastit’sallin.Thatcoulddowithabitofcleaning,too.ShepointedherwandatHedwig’scage.’Scourgify.Afewfeathersanddroppingsvanished.’Well,that’sabitbetterI’veneverquitegotthehangofthesehouseholdysortofspells.Rightgoteverything?Cauldron?Broom?Wow!AFirebolt!’

           HereyeswidenedastheyfellonthebroomstickinHarry’srighthand.Itwashisprideandjoy,agiftfromSirius,aninternational-standardbroomstick.

           ’AndI’mstillridingaCometTwoSixty,’saidTonksenviously.’Ahwell...wandstillinyourjeans?Bothbuttocksstillon?OK,let’sgo.Locomotortrunk.

           Harry’strunkroseafewinchesintotheair.Holdingherwandlikeaconductorsbaton,Tonksmadethetrunkhoveracrosstheroomandoutofthedooraheadofthem,Hedwig’scageinherlefthand.Harryfollowedherdownthestairscarryinghisbroomstick.

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