Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

Elder Wand

           HarrysawSnape’sfacelosingthelittlecolorithadleft;itwhitenedashisblackeyeswidened,asthesnake’sfangspiercedhisneck,ashefailedtopushtheenchantedcageoffhimself,ashiskneesgavewayandhefelltothefloor.

           "Iregretit,"saidVoldemortcoldly.

           Heturnedaway;therewasnosadnessinhim,noremorse.Itwastimetoleavethisshackandtakecharge,withawandthatwouldnowdohisfullbidding.Hepointeditatthestarrycageholdingthesnake,whichdriftedupward,offSnape,whofellsidewaysontothefloor,bloodgushingfromthewoundsinhisneck.Voldemortsweptfromtheroomwithoutabackwardglance,andthegreatserpentfloatedafterhiminitshugeprotectivesphere.

           Backinthetunnelandhisownmind,Harryopenedhiseyes;Hehaddrawnbloodbitingdownonhisknucklesinaneffortnottoshoutout.Nowhewaslookingthroughthetinycrackbetweencrateandwall,watchingafootinablackboottremblingonthefloor.

           "Harry!"breathedHermionebehindhim,buthehadalreadypointedhiswandatthecrateblockinghisview.Itliftedaninchintotheairanddriftedsidewayssilently.Asquietlyashecould,hepulledhimselfupintotheroom.

           Hedidnotknowwhyhewasdoingit,whyhewasapproachingthedyingman:hedidnotknowwhathefeltashesawSnape’swhiteface,andthefingerstryingtostaunchthebloodywoundathisneck.HarrytookofftheInvisibilityCloakandlookeddownuponthemanhehated,whosewideningblackeyesfoundHarryashecriedtospeak

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