Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

           "Ican’tseewhatI’mdoing—"

           "Mypocket!"saidRon,"Inmypocket,there’saDeluminator,andit’sfulloflight!"

           Afewsecondslater,therewasaclick,andtheluminescentspherestheDeluminatorhadsuckedfromthelampsinthetentflewintothecellar:Unabletorejointheirsources,theysimplyhungthere,liketinysuns,floodingtheundergroundroomwithlight.HarrysawLuna,alleyesinherwhiteface,andthemotionlessfigureofOllivanderthewandmaker,curleduponthefloorinthecorner.Craningaround,hecaughtsightoftheirfellowprisoners:DeanandGriphookthegoblin,whoseemedbarelyconscious,keptstandingbytheropesthatboundhimtothehumans.

           "Oh,that’smucheasier,thanks,Ron,"saidLuna,andshebeganhackingattheirbindingsagain."Hello,Dean!"

           FromabovecameBellatrix’svoice.

           "You’relying,filthyMudblood,andIknowit!YouhavebeeninsidemyvaultatGringotts!Tellthetruth,tellthetruth!"

           Anotherterriblescream—

           "HERMIONE!"

           "Whatelsedidyoutake?Whatelsehaveyougot?Telmethetruthor,Iswear,Ishallrunyouthroughwiththisknife!"

           "There!"

           Harryfelttheropesfallawayandturned,rubbinghiswrists,toseeRonrunningaroundthecellar,lookingupatthelowceiling,searchingforatrapdoor.Dean,hisfacebruisedandbloody,said"Thanks"toLunaandstoodthere,shivering,butGriphooksankontothecellarfloor,lookinggroggyanddisoriented,manyweltsacrosshisswarthyface.

           RonwasnowtryingtoDisapparatewithoutawand.