Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

A Place To Hide

           God,that’srevolting,"Ronaddedafteronesipofthefoamy,grayishcoffee.Thewaitresshadheard;sheshotRonanastylookassheshuffledofftotakethenewcustomers’orders.Thelargerofthetwoworkmen,whowasblondandquitehuge,nowthatHarrycametolookathim,wavedheraway.Shestared,affronted.

           "Let’sgetgoing,then,Idon’twanttodrinkthismuck,"saidRon."Hermione,haveyougotMugglemoneytopayforthis?"

           "Yes,ItookoutallmyBuildingSocietysavingsbeforeIcametotheBurrow.I’llbetallthechangeisatthebottom,"sighedHermione,reachingforherbeadedbag.

           Thetwoworkmenmadeidenticalmovements,andHarrymirroredthemwithoutconsciousthought:Allthreeofthemdrewtheirwands.Ron,afewsecondslateinrealizingwhatwasgoingon,lungedacrossthetable,pushingHermionesidewaysontoherbench.TheforceoftheDeathEaters’spellsshatteredthetiledwallwhereRon’sheadhadjustbeen,asHarry,stillinvisible,yelled,"Stupefy!"

           ThegreatblondDeathEaterwashitinthefacebyajetofredlight:Heslumpedsideways,unconscious.Hiscompanion,unabletoseewhohadcastthespell,firedanotheratRon:Shiningblackropesflewfromhiswand-tipandboundRonheadtofootthewaitressscreamedandranforthedoorHarrysentanotherStunningSpellattheDeathEaterwiththetwistedfacewhohadtiedupRon,butthespellmissed,reboundedonthewindow,andhitthewaitress,whocollapsedinfrontofthedoor.

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