Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

The Department of Mysteries

           Shepointedherwandattheplacewherealockwouldhavebeenonanordinarydoorandsaid,’Alohomora!’

           Nothinghappened.

           ’Sirius’sknife!’saidHarry.Hepulleditoutfrominsidehisrobesandsliditintothecrackbetweenthedoorandthewall.Theothersallwatchedeagerlyasheranitfromtoptobottom,withdrewitandthenflunghisshoulderagainatthedoor.Itremainedasfirmlyshutasever.Whatwasmore,whenHarrylookeddownattheknife,hesawthebladehadmelted.

           ’Right,we’releavingthatroom,’saidHermionedecisively.

           ’Butwhatifthat’stheone?’saidRon,staringatitwithamixtureofapprehensionandlonging.

           ’Itcan’tbe,Harrycouldgetthroughallthedoorsinhisdream,’saidHermione,markingthedoorwithanotherfierycrossasHarryreplacedthenow-uselesshandleofSirius’sknifeinhispocket.

           ’Youknowwhatcouldbeinthere?’saidLunaeagerly,asthewallstartedtospinyetagain.

           ’Somethingblibbering,nodoubt,’saidHermioneunderherbreathandNevillegaveanervouslittlelaugh.

           ThewallslidtoahaltandHarry,withafeelingofincreasingdesperation,pushedthenextdooropen.

           ’Thisisit!’

           Heknewitatoncebythebeautiful,dancing,diamond-sparklinglight.

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