Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

The Silver Doe

           "Let’sgetridofthedamnthing,it’sbeenmonths"

           "Ican’t,Harry,I’mseriousyoudoit"

           "Butwhy?"

           "Becausethatthing’sbadforme!"saidRon,backingawayfromthelocketontherock."Ican’thandleit!I’mnotmakingexcuses,forwhatIwaslike,butitaffectsmeworsethanitaffectsyouandHermione,itmademethinkstuffstuffthatIwasthinkinganyway,butitmadeeverythingworse.Ican’texplainit,andthenI’dtakeitoffandI’dgetmyheadstraightagain,andthenI’dhavetoputtheeffingthingbackonIcan’tdoit,Harry!"

           Hehadbackedaway,thesworddraggingathisside,shakinghishead.

           "Youcandoit,"saidHarry,"youcan!You’vejustgotthesword,Iknowit’ssupposedtobeyouwhousesit.Please,justgetridofit,Ron."

           Thesoundofhisnameseemedtoactlikeastimulant.Ronswallowed,thenstillbreathinghardthroughhislongnose,movedbacktowardtherock.

           "Tellmewhen,"hecroaked.

           "Onthree,"saidHarry,lookingbackdownatthelocketandnarrowinghiseyes,concentratingontheletterS,imaginingaserpent,whilethecontentsofthelocketrattledlikeatrappedcockroach.Itwouldhavebeeneasytopityit,exceptthatthecutaroundHarry’sneckstillburned.

           "One…two…three…open."

           Thelastwordcameasahissandasnarlandthegoldendoorsofthelocketswungwideopenwithalittleclick.

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