Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

The Battle of Hogwarts

           "That’smywandyou’reholding,Potter,"saidMalfoy,pointinghisownthroughthegapbetweenCrabbeandGoyle.

           "Notanymore,"pantedHarry,tighteninghisgriponthehawthornwand."Winners,keepers,Malfoy.Who’slentyoutheirs?"

           "Mymother,"saidDraco.

           Harrylaughed,thoughtherewasnothingveryhumorousaboutthesituation.HecouldnothearRonorHermioneanymore.Theyseemedtohaverunoutofearshot,searchingforthediadem.

           "Sohowcomeyouthreearen’twithVoldemort?"askedHarry.

           "We’regonnaberewarded,"saidCrabbe.Hisvoicewassurprisinglysoftforsuchanenormousperson:Harryhadhardlyeverheardhimspeakbefore.Crabbewasspeakinglikeasmallchildpromisedalargebagofsweets."We’ungback,Potter.Wedecidednottogo.Decidedtobringyouto’im."

           "Goodplan,"saidHarryinmockadmiration.Hecouldnotbelievethathewasthisclose,andwasgoingtobethwartedbyMalfoy,Crabbe,andGoyle.HebeganedgingslowlybackwardtowardtheplacewheretheHorcruxsatlopsideduponthebust.Ifhecouldjustgethishandsonitbeforethefightbrokeout…

           "Sohowdidyougetinhere?"heasked,tryingtodistractthem.

           "IvirtuallylivedintheRoomofHiddenThingsalllastyear,"saidMalfoy,hisvoicebrittle."Iknowhowtogetin."

           "Wewashidinginthecorridoroutside,"gruntedGoyle.

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