Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

A Place To Hide

           "Expulso!"bellowedtheDeathEater,andthetablebehindwhichHarrywasstandingblewup:TheforceoftheexplosionslammedhimintothewallandhefelthiswandleavehishandastheCloakslippedoffhim.

           "PetrificusTotalus!"screamedHermionefromoutofsight,andtheDeathEaterfellforwardlikeastatuetolandwithacrunchingthudonthemessofbrokenchina,table,andcoffee.Hermionecrawledoutfromunderneaththebench,shakingbitsofglassashtrayoutofherhairandtremblingallover.

           "D-diffindo,"shesaid,pointingherwandatRon,whoroaredinpainassheslashedopenthekneeofhisjeans,leavingadeepcut."Oh,I’msosorry,Ron,myhand’sshaking!Diffindo!"

           Theseveredropesfellaway.Rongottohisfeet,shakinghisarmstoregainfeelinginthem.HarrypickeduphiswandandclimbedoverallthedebristowherethelargeblondDeathEaterwassprawledacrossthebench.

           "Ishould’verecognizedhim,hewastherethenightDumbledoredied,"hesaid.HeturnedoverthedarkerDeathEaterwithhisfoot;theman’seyesmovedrapidlybetweenHarry,Ron,andHermione.

           "That’sDolohov,"saidRon."Irecognizehimfromtheoldwantedposters.Ithinkthebigone’sThorfinnRowle."

           "Nevermindwhatthey’recalled!"saidHermionealittlehysterically."Howdidtheyfindus?Whatarewegoingtodo?"

           SomehowherpanicseemedtoclearHarry’shead.

           "Lockthedoor,"hetoldher,"andRon,turnoutthelights."

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