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- Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти
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"
I
'd
love
some
,
"
he
replied
.
"
I
'll
distract
them
all
,
"
she
said
.
"
Use
your
cloak
.
"
And
before
he
could
say
a
word
,
she
had
cried
,
"
Oooh
,
look
,
a
Blibbering
Humdinger
!
"
and
pointed
out
the
window
.
Everyone
who
heard
looked
around
,
and
Harry
slid
the
Cloak
up
over
himself
,
and
got
to
his
feet
.
Now
he
could
move
through
the
Hall
without
interference
.
He
spotted
Ginny
two
tables
away
;
she
was
sitting
with
her
head
on
her
mother
's
shoulder
:
There
would
be
time
to
talk
later
,
hours
and
days
and
maybe
years
in
which
to
talk
.
He
saw
Neville
,
the
sword
of
Gryffindor
lying
beside
his
plate
as
he
ate
,
surrounded
by
a
knot
of
fervent
admirers
.
Along
the
aisle
between
the
tables
he
walked
,
and
he
spotted
the
three
Malfoys
,
huddled
together
as
though
unsure
whether
or
not
they
were
supposed
to
be
there
,
but
nobody
was
paying
them
any
attention
.
Everywhere
he
looked
,
he
saw
families
reunited
,
and
finally
,
he
saw
the
two
whose
company
he
craved
most
.
"
It
's
me
,
"
he
muttered
,
crouching
down
between
them
.
"
Will
you
come
with
me
?
"
They
stood
up
at
once
,
and
together
he
,
Ron
and
Hermione
left
the
Great
Hall
.
Great
chunks
were
missing
from
the
marble
staircase
,
part
of
the
balustrade
gone
,
and
rubble
and
bloodstains
occurred
ever
few
steps
as
their
climbed
.
Somewhere
in
the
distance
they
could
hear
Peeves
zooming
through
the
corridors
singing
a
victory
song
of
his
own
composition
:
We
did
it
,
we
bashed
them
,
wee
Potter
's
the
one
,
And
Voldy
's
gone
moldy
,
so
now
let
's
have
fun
!
