Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

The Department of Mysteries

           ’Wheredowego,then,Harry?’Ronasked.

           ’Idon’tHarrybegan.Heswallowed.’InthedreamsIwentthroughthedoorattheendofthecorridorfromtheliftsintoadarkroomthat’sthisoneandthenIwentthroughanotherdoorintoaroomthatkindof...glitters.Weshouldtryafewdoors,’hesaidhastily,’I’llknowtherightwaywhenIseeit.C’mon.

           Hemarchedstraightatthedoornowfacinghim,theothersfollowingclosebehindhim,sethislefthandagainstitscool,shiningsurface,raisedhiswandreadytostrikethemomentitopened,andpushed.

           Itswungopeneasily.

           Afterthedarknessofthefirstroom,thelampshanginglowongoldenchainsfromthisceilinggavetheimpressionthatthislongrectangularroomwasmuchbrighter,thoughtherewerenoglittering,shimmeringlightsasHarryhadseeninhisdreams.Theplacewasquiteemptyexceptforafewdesksand,intheverymiddleoftheroom,anenormousglasstankofdeepgreenliquid,bigenoughforallofthemtoswimin;anumberofpearly-whiteobjectsweredriftingaroundlazilyinit.

           ’What’rethosethings?’whisperedRon.

           ’Dunno,’saidHarry.

           ’Aretheyfish?’breathedGinny.

           ’AquaviriusMaggots!’saidLunaexcitedly.’DadsaidtheMinistrywerebreeding

           ’No,’saidHermione.Shesoundedodd.Shemovedforwardtolookthroughthesideofthetank.’They’rebrains.

           ’Brains?’

           ’Yes...Iwonderwhatthey’redoingwiththem?’

           Harryjoinedheratthetank.

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