Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

The Final Hiding Place

           Hermionecollapsed,coughingandshuddering.ThoughHarrycouldhavehappilylaindownandslept,hestaggeredtohisfeet,drewouthiswand,andstartedcastingtheusualprotectivespellsaroundthem.

           Whenhehadfinished,hejoinedtheothers.Itwasthefirsttimethathehadseenthemproperlysinceescapingfromthevault.Bothhadangryredburnsallovertheirfacesandarms,andtheirclothingwassingedawayinplaces.Theywerewincingastheydabbedessenceofdittanyontotheirmanyinjuries.HermionehandedHarrythebottle,thenpulledoutthreebottlesofpumpkinjuiceshehadbroughtfromShellCottageandclean,dryrobesforallofthem.Theychangesandthengulpeddownthejuice.

           "Well,ontheupside,"saidRonfinally,whowassittingwatchingtheskinonhishandsregrow,"wegottheHorcrux.Onthedownside"

           "nosword,"saidHarrythroughgrittedteeth,ashedrippeddittanythroughthesingedholeinhisjeansontotheangryburnbeneath.

           "Nosword,"repeatedRon."Thatdouble-crossinglittlescab…"

           HarrypulledtheHorcruxfromthepocketofthewetjackethehadjusttakenoffandsetitdownonthegrassinfrontofthem.Glintinginthesun,itdrewtheireyesastheyswiggedtheirbottlesofjuice.

           "Atleastwecan’twearitthistime,that’dlookabitweirdhangingaroundournecks,"saidRon,wipinghismouthonthebackofhishand.

           Hermionelookedacrossthelaketothefarbankwherethedragonwasstilldrinking.

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