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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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Harry
's
heart
was
beating
a
violent
tattoo
against
his
Adam
's
apple
.
He
swallowed
hard
,
turned
the
heavy
iron
door
handle
and
stepped
inside
the
courtroom
.
Harry
gasped
;
he
could
not
help
himself
.
The
large
dungeon
he
had
entered
was
horribly
familiar
.
He
had
not
only
seen
it
before
,
he
had
been
here
before
.
This
was
the
place
he
had
visited
inside
Dumbledore
's
Pensieve
,
the
place
where
he
had
watched
the
Lestranges
sentenced
to
life
imprisonment
in
Azkaban
.
The
walls
were
made
of
dark
stone
,
dimly
lit
by
torches
.
Empty
benches
rose
on
either
side
of
him
,
but
ahead
,
in
the
highest
benches
of
all
,
were
many
shadowy
figures
.
They
had
been
talking
in
low
voices
,
but
as
the
heavy
door
swung
closed
behind
Harry
an
ominous
silence
fell
.
A
cold
male
voice
rang
across
the
courtroom
.
'
You
're
late
.
'
'S
orry
,
'
said
Harry
nervously
.
'
I
--
I
did
n't
know
the
time
had
been
changed
.
'
'
That
is
not
the
Wizengamot
's
fault
,
'
said
the
voice
.
'
An
owl
was
sent
to
you
this
morning
.
Take
your
seat
.
'
Harry
dropped
his
gaze
to
the
chair
in
the
centre
of
the
room
,
the
arms
of
which
were
covered
in
chains
.
He
had
seen
those
chains
spring
to
life
and
bind
whoever
sat
between
them
.
His
footsteps
echoed
loudly
as
he
walked
across
the
stone
floor
.
When
he
sat
gingerly
on
the
edge
of
the
chair
the
chains
clinked
threateningly
,
but
did
not
bind
him
.
Feeling
rather
sick
,
he
looked
up
at
the
people
seated
at
the
bench
above
.
There
were
about
fifty
of
them
,
all
,
as
far
as
he
could
see
,
wearing
plum-coloured
robes
with
an
elaborately
worked
silver
'
W
'
on
the
left-hand
side
of
the
chest
and
all
staring
down
their
noses
at
him
,
some
with
very
austere
expressions
,
others
looks
of
frank
curiosity
.
In
the
very
middle
of
the
front
row
sat
Cornelius
Fudge
,
the
Minister
for
Magic
.
Fudge
was
a
portly
man
who
often
sported
a
lime-green
bowler
hat
,
though
today
he
had
dispensed
with
it
;
he
had
dispensed
too
with
the
indulgent
smile
he
had
once
worn
when
he
spoke
to
Harry
.
A
broad
,
square-jawed
witch
with
very
short
grey
hair
sat
on
Fudges
left
;
she
wore
a
monocle
and
looked
forbidding
.
On
Fudges
right
was
another
witch
,
but
she
was
sitting
so
far
back
on
the
bench
that
her
face
was
in
shadow
.
