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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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'M
um
,
'
said
George
and
without
further
ado
there
was
a
loud
crack
and
Harry
felt
the
weight
vanish
from
the
end
of
his
bed
.
A
few
seconds
later
,
they
heard
the
floorboard
creak
outside
their
door
;
Mrs.
Weasley
was
plainly
listening
to
check
whether
or
not
they
were
talking
.
Hedwig
and
Pigwidgeon
hooted
dolefully
.
The
floorboard
creaked
again
and
they
heard
her
heading
upstairs
to
check
on
Fred
and
George
.
'S
he
does
n't
trust
us
at
all
,
you
know
,
'
said
Ron
regretfully
.
Harry
was
sure
he
would
not
be
able
to
fall
asleep
;
the
evening
had
been
so
packed
with
things
to
think
about
that
he
fully
expected
to
lie
awake
for
hours
mulling
it
all
over
.
He
wanted
to
continue
talking
to
Ron
,
but
Mrs.
Weasley
was
now
creaking
back
downstairs
again
,
and
once
she
had
gone
he
distinctly
heard
others
making
their
way
upstairs
...
.
In
fact
,
many-legged
creatures
were
cantering
softly
up
and
down
outside
the
bedroom
door
,
and
Hagrid
,
the
Care
of
Magical
Creatures
teacher
,
was
saying
,
'
Beauties
,
are
n't
they
,
eh
,
Harry
?
We
'll
be
studyin
'
weapons
this
term
...
.
'
and
Harry
saw
that
the
creatures
had
cannons
for
heads
and
were
wheeling
to
face
him
...
.
He
ducked
...
.
The
next
thing
he
knew
,
he
was
curled
into
a
warm
ball
under
his
bedclothes
and
George
's
loud
voice
was
filling
the
room
.
'M
um
says
get
up
,
your
breakfast
is
in
the
kitchen
and
then
she
needs
you
in
the
drawing
room
,
there
are
loads
more
doxys
than
she
thought
and
she
's
found
a
nest
of
dead
puffskeins
under
the
sofa
.
'
Half
an
hour
later
,
Harry
and
Ron
,
who
had
dressed
and
breakfasted
quickly
,
entered
the
drawing
room
,
a
long
,
high-ceilinged
room
on
the
first
floor
with
olive-green
walls
covered
in
dirty
tapestries
.
The
carpet
exhaled
little
clouds
of
dust
every
time
someone
put
their
foot
on
it
and
the
long
,
moss-green
velvet
curtains
were
buzzing
as
though
swarming
with
invisible
bees
.
It
was
around
these
that
Mrs.
Weasley
,
Hermione
,
Ginny
,
Fred
,
and
George
were
grouped
,
all
looking
rather
peculiar
as
they
had
each
tied
a
cloth
over
their
nose
and
mouth
.
Each
of
them
was
also
holding
a
large
bottle
of
black
liquid
with
a
nozzle
at
the
end
.
'
Cover
your
faces
and
take
a
spray
,
'
Mrs.
Weasley
said
to
Harry
and
Ron
the
moment
she
saw
them
,
pointing
to
two
more
bottles
of
black
liquid
standing
on
a
spindle-legged
table
.
'
It
's
Doxycide
.
I
've
never
seen
an
infestation
this
bad
--
what
that
house-elf
's
been
doing
for
the
last
ten
years
--
'
