Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

Malfoy Manor

           "Takeyourgold,filthyscavenger,whatdoIwantwithgold?Iseekonlythehonorofhisof"

           Shestoppedstruggling,herdarkeyesfixeduponsomethingHarrycouldnotsee.Jubilantathercapitulation,Luciusthrewherhandfromhimandrippeduphisownsleeve

           "STOP!"shriekedBellatrix,"Donottouchit,weshallallperishiftheDarkLordcomesnow!"

           Luciusfroze,hisindexfingerhoveringoverhisownMark.BellatrixstrodeoutofHarry’slimitedlineofvision.

           "Whatisthat?"heheardhersay.

           "Sword,"gruntedanout-of-sightSnatcher.

           "Giveittome."

           "It’snotyours,missus,it’smine,IreckonIfoundit."

           Therewasabangandaflashofredlight;HarryknewthattheSnatcherhadbeenStunned.Therewasaroarofangerfromhisfellows:Scabiordrewhiswand.

           "Whatd’youthinkyou’replayingat,woman?"

           "Stupefy!"shescreamed,"Stupefy!"

           Theywerenomatchforher,eventhoughttherewerefourofthemagainstoneofher:Shewasawitch,asHarryknew,withprodigiousskillandnoconscience.Theyfellwheretheystood,allexceptGreyback,whohadbeenforcedintoakneelingposition,hisarmsoutstretched.OutofthecornersofhiseyesHarrysawBellatrixbearingdownuponthewerewolf,theswordofGryffindorgrippedtightlyinherhand,herfacewaxen.

           "Wheredidyougetthissword?"shewhisperedtoGreybackasshepulledhiswandoutofhisunresistinggrip.

           "Howdareyou?"hesnarled,hismouththeonlythingthatcouldmoveashewasforcedtogazeupather.

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