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- Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти
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"
You
're
not
going
to
go
inside
?
It
looks
unsafe
,
it
might
--
oh
,
Harry
,
look
!
"
His
touch
on
the
gate
seemed
to
have
done
it
.
A
sign
had
risen
out
of
the
ground
in
front
of
them
,
up
through
the
tangles
of
nettles
and
weeds
,
like
some
bizarre
,
fast-growing
flower
,
and
in
golden
letters
upon
the
wood
it
said
:
On
this
spot
,
on
the
night
of
31
October
1981
,
Lily
and
James
Potter
lost
their
lives
.
Their
son
,
Harry
,
remains
the
only
wizard
ever
to
have
survived
the
Killing
Curse
.
This
house
,
invisible
to
Muggles
,
has
been
left
in
its
ruined
state
as
a
monument
to
the
Potters
and
as
a
reminder
of
the
violence
that
tore
apart
their
family
.
And
all
around
these
neatly
lettered
words
,
scribbles
had
been
added
by
other
witches
and
wizards
who
had
come
to
see
the
place
where
the
Boy
Who
Lived
had
escaped
.
Some
had
merely
signed
their
names
in
Everlasting
Ink
;
others
had
carved
their
initials
into
the
wood
,
still
others
had
left
messages
.
The
most
recent
of
these
,
shining
brightly
over
sixteen
years
'
worth
of
magical
graffiti
,
all
said
similar
things
.
Good
luck
,
Harry
,
wherever
you
are
.
If
you
read
this
,
Harry
,
we
're
all
behind
you
!
Long
live
Harry
Potter
.
"
They
should
n't
have
written
on
the
sign
!
"
said
Hermione
,
indignant
.
But
Harry
beamed
at
her
.
"
It
's
brilliant
.
I
'm
glad
they
did
.
I
...
"
He
broke
off
.
A
heavily
muffled
figure
was
hobbling
up
the
lane
toward
them
,
silhouetted
by
the
bright
lights
in
the
distant
square
.
Harry
thought
,
though
it
was
hard
to
judge
,
that
the
figure
was
a
woman
.
She
was
moving
slowly
,
possibly
frightened
of
slipping
on
the
snowy
ground
.
Her
stoop
,
her
stoutness
,
her
shuffling
gait
all
gave
an
impression
of
extreme
age
.
They
watched
in
silence
as
she
drew
nearer
.
Harry
was
waiting
to
see
whether
she
would
turn
into
any
of
the
cottages
she
was
passing
,
but
he
knew
instinctively
that
she
would
not
.
At
last
she
came
to
a
halt
a
few
yards
from
them
and
simply
stood
there
in
the
middle
of
the
frozen
road
,
facing
them
.
