Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

The Battle of Hogwarts

           Thefurorofthebattlediedthemomenttheycrossedthethresholdandclosedthedoorbehindthem:Allwassilent.Theywereinaplacethesizeofacathedralwiththeappearanceofacity,itstoweringwallsbuiltofobjectshiddenbythousandsoflong-gonestudents.

           "Andheneverrealizedanyonecouldgetin?"saidRon,hisvoiceechoinginthesilence.

           "Hethoughthewastheonlyone,"saidHarry."ToobadforhimI’vehadtohidestuffinmytime…thisway,"headded."Ithinkit’sdownhere…"

           Theyspedoffupadjacentaisles;Harrycouldheartheothers’footstepsechoingthroughthetoweringpilesofjunk,ofbottles,hats,crates,chairs,books,weapons,broomsticks,bats…

           "Somewherenearhere,"Harrymutteredtohimself."Somewhere…somewhere…"

           Deeperanddeeperintothelabyrinthhewent,lookingforobjectsherecognizedfromhisoneprevioustripintotheroom.Hisbreathwasloudinhisears,andthenhisverysoulseemedtoshiver.Thereitwas,rightahead,theblisteredoldcupboardinwhichhehadhiddenhisoldPotionsbook,andontopofit,thepockmarkedstonewarlockwearingadustyoldwigandwhatlookedlikeanancientdiscoloredtiara.

           Hehadalreadystretchedouthishand,thoughheremainedfewfeetaway,whenavoicebehindhimsaid,"Holdit,Potter."

           Heskiddedtoahaltandturnedaround.CrabbeandGoylewerestandingbehindhim,shouldertoshoulder,wandspointingrightatHarry.ThroughthesmallspacebetweentheirjeeringfaceshesawDracoMalfoy.

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