Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

Elder Wand

           Harrybentoverhim,andSnapeseizedthefrontofhisrobesandpulledhimclose.

           Aterriblerasping,gurglingnoiseissuedfromSnape’sthroat.

           "Take…it…Take…it…"

           SomethingmorethanbloodwasleakingfromSnape.Silveryblue,neithergasnorliquid,itgushedfromhismouthandhisearsandhiseyes,andHarryknewwhatitwas,butdidnotknowwhattodo

           Aflask,conjuredfromthinair,wasthrustintohisshakinghandbyHermione.Harryliftedthesilverysubstanceintoitwithhiswand.Whentheflaskwasfulltothebrim,andSnapelookedasthoughtherewasnobloodleftinhim,hisgriponHarry’srobesslackened.

           "Look…at…me…"hewhispered.

           Thegreeneyesfoundtheblack,butafterasecond,somethinginthedepthsofthedarkpairseemedtovanish,leavingthemfixed,blank,andempty.ThehandholdingHarrythuddedtothefloor,andSnapemovednomore.

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