Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

The Silver Doe

           "AndwhatexactlydidIsay?"askedHermione,hertonesomewherebetweenskepticismandcuriosity.

           "Myname.‘Ron.’Andyousaid…somethingaboutawand…"

           Hermioneturnedafieryshadeofscarlet.Harryremembered:ithadbeenthefirsttimeRon’snamehadbeensaidaloudbyeitherofthemsincethedayhehadleft;HermionehadmentioneditwhentalkingaboutrepairingHarry’swand.

           "SoItookitout,"Ronwenton,lookingattheDeluminator,"anditdidn’tseemdifferentoranything,butIwassureI’dheardyou.SoIclickedit.Andthelightwentoutinmyroom,butanotherlightappearedrightoutsidethewindow."

           Ronraisedhisemptyhandandpointedinfrontofhim,hiseyesfocusedonsomethingneitherHarrynorHermionecouldsee.

           "Itwasaballoflight,kindofpulsing,andbluish,likethatlightyougetaroundaPortkey,youknow?"

           "Yeah,"saidHarryandHermionetogetherautomatically.

           "Iknewthiswasit,"saidRon."Igrabbedmystuffandpackedit,thenIputonmyrucksackandwentoutintothegarden.

           "Thelittleballoflightwashoveringthere,waitingforme,andwhenIcameoutitbobbedalongabitandIfolloweditbehindtheshedandthenit…well,itwentinsideme."

           "Sorry?"saidHarry,surehehadnotheardcorrectly.

           "Itsortoffloatedtowardme,"saidRon,illustratingthemovementwithhisfreeindexfinger,"righttomychest,andthenitjustwentstraightthrough.Itwashere,"hetouchedapointclosetohisheart,"Icouldfeelit,itwashot.

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