Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

The Department of Mysteries

           ’Let’sgo,’hewhispered,andheledthewaydownthecorridor,Lunarightbehindhim,gazingaroundwithhermouthslightlyopen.

           ’OK,listen,’saidHarry,stoppingagainwithinsixfeetofthedoor.’Maybe...maybeacoupleofpeopleshouldstayhereasaasalookout,and

           ’Andhow’rewegoingtoletyouknowsomething’scoming?’askedGinny,hereyebrowsraised.’Youcouldbemilesaway.

           ’We’recomingwithyou,Harry,’saidNeville.

           ’Let’sgetonwithit,’saidRonfirmly.

           Harrystilldidnotwanttotakethemallwithhim,butitseemedhehadnochoice.Heturnedtofacethedoorandwalkedforwards...justasithadinhisdream,itswungopenandhemarchedoverthethreshold,theothersathisheels.

           Theywerestandinginalarge,circularroom.Everythinginherewasblackincludingthefloorandceiling;identical,unmarked,handlelessblackdoorsweresetatintervalsallaroundtheblackwalls,interspersedwithbranchesofcandleswhoseflamesburnedblue;theircool,shimmeringlightreflectedintheshiningmarblefloormadeitlookasthoughtherewasdarkwaterunderfoot.

           ’Someoneshutthedoor,’Harrymuttered.

           HeregrettedgivingthisorderthemomentNevillehadobeyedit.Withoutthelongchinkoflightfromthetorchlitcorridorbehindthem,theplacebecamesodarkthatforamomenttheonlythingstheycouldseewerethebunchesofshiveringblueflamesonthewallsandtheirghostlyreflectionsinthefloor.

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