Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

The Battle of Hogwarts

           "TheGrayLady,ofcourse;butifitisghostlyservicesyourequire?"

           "It’sgottobeherd’youknowwheresheis?"

           "Let’ssee…"

           Nick’sheadwobbledalittleonhisruffasheturnedhitherandthither,peeringovertheheadsoftheswarmingstudents.

           "That’sheroverthere,Harry,theyoungwomanwiththelonghair."

           HarrylookedinthedirectionofNick’stransparent,pointingfingerandsawatallghostwhocaughtsightofHarrylookingather,raisedhereyebrows,anddriftedawaythroughasolidwall.

           Harryranafterher.Oncethroughthedoorofthecorridorintowhichshehaddisappeared,hesawherattheveryendofthepassage,stillglidingsmoothlyawayfromhim.

           "Heywaitcomeback!"

           Sheconsentedtopause,floatingafewinchesfromtheground.Harrysupposedthatshewasbeautiful,withherwaist-lengthhairandfloor-lengthcloak,butshealsolookedhaughtyandproud.Closein,herecognizedherasaghosthehadpassedseveraltimesinthecorridor,buttowhomhehadneverspoken.

           "You’retheGrayLady?"

           Shenoddedbutdidnotspeak.

           "TheghostofRavenclawTower?"

           "Thatiscorrect."

           Hertonewasnotencouraging.

           "Please,Ineedsomehelp.Ineedtoknowanythingyoucantellmeaboutthelostdiadem."

           Acoldsmilecurvedherlips.

           "Iamafraid,"shesaid,turningtoleave,"thatIcannothelpyou."

           "WAIT!"

           Hehadnotmeanttoshout,butangerandpanicwerethreateningtooverwhelmhim.Heglancedathiswatchasshehoveredinfrontofhim.Itwasaquartertomidnight.

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