Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

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           Haditworked,Harrywondered,orhadSnapealreadyblastedthehorror-figureasideascasuallyashehadkilledtherealDumbledore?Nervesstilltingling,heledtheothertwoupthehall,half-expectingsomenewterrortorevealitself,butnothingmovedexceptforamouseskitteringalongtheskirtingboard.

           "Beforewegoanyfarther,Ithinkwe’dbettercheck,"whisperedHermione,andsheraisedherwandandsaid,"Homenumrevelio."

           Nothinghappened.

           "Well,you’vejusthadabigshock,"saidRonkindly."Whatwasthatsupposedtodo?"

           "ItdidwhatImeantittodo!"saidHermionerathercrossly."Thatwasaspelltorevealhumanpresence,andthere’snobodyhereexceptus!"

           "AndoldDusty,"saidRon,glancingatthepatchofcarpetfromwhichthecorpse-figurehadrisen.

           "Let’sgoup,"saidHermionewithafrightenedlookatthesamespot,andsheledthewayupthecreakingstairstothedrawingroomonthefirstfloor.

           Hermionewavedherwandtoignitetheoldgaslamps,then,shiveringslightlyinthedraftyroom,sheperchedonthesofa,herarmswrappedtightlyaroundher.Roncrossedtothewindowandmovedtheheavyvelvetcurtainasideaninch.

           "Can’tseeanyoneoutthere,"hereported."Andyou’dthink,ifHarrystillhadaTraceonhim,they’dhavefollowedushere.Iknowtheycan’tgetinthehouse,butwhat’sup,Harry?"

           Harryhadgivenacryofpain:Hisscarhadburnedagainassomethingflashedacrosshismindlikeabrightlightonwater.

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