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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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'
They
're
out
of
order
,
'
said
Harry
,
pointing
at
the
sign
.
'
Yes
,
but
even
so
...
'
said
Mr.
Weasley
,
beaming
at
them
fondly
.
They
bought
their
tickets
instead
from
a
sleepy-looking
guard
(
Harry
handled
the
transaction
,
as
Mr.
Weasley
was
not
very
good
with
Muggle
money
)
and
five
minutes
later
they
were
boarding
an
underground
train
that
rattled
them
off
towards
the
centre
of
London
.
Mr.
Weasley
kept
anxiously
checking
and
re-checking
the
Underground
Map
above
the
windows
.
'
Four
stops
,
Harry
...
three
stops
left
now
...
two
stops
to
go
,
Harry
...
'
They
got
off
at
a
station
in
the
very
heart
of
London
,
and
were
swept
from
the
train
in
a
tide
of
besuited
men
and
women
carrying
briefcases
.
Up
the
escalator
they
went
,
through
the
ticket
barrier
(
Mr.
Weasley
delighted
with
the
way
the
stile
swallowed
his
ticket
)
,
and
emerged
on
to
a
broad
street
lined
with
imposing-looking
buildings
and
already
full
of
traffic
.
'
Where
are
we
?
'
said
Mr.
Weasley
blankly
,
and
for
one
heart-stopping
moment
Harry
thought
they
had
got
off
at
the
wrong
station
despite
Mr.
Weasley
's
continual
references
to
the
map
;
but
a
second
later
he
said
,
'
Ah
yes
...
this
way
,
Harry
,
'
and
led
him
down
a
side
road
.
'S
orry
,
'
he
said
,
'
but
I
never
come
by
train
and
it
all
looks
rather
different
from
a
Muggle
perspective
.
As
a
matter
of
fact
,
I
've
never
even
used
the
visitors
'
entrance
before
.
'
The
further
they
walked
,
the
smaller
and
less
imposing
the
buildings
became
,
until
finally
they
reached
a
street
that
contained
several
rather
shabby-looking
offices
,
a
pub
and
an
overflowing
skip
.
Harry
had
expected
a
rather
more
impressive
location
for
the
Ministry
of
Magic
.
'
Here
we
are
,
'
said
Mr.
Weasley
brightly
,
pointing
at
an
old
red
telephone
box
,
which
was
missing
several
panes
of
glass
and
stood
before
a
heavily
graffitied
wall
.
'
After
you
,
Harry
.
'
He
opened
the
telephone-box
door
.
