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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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A
silvery
wisp
of
vapour
shot
from
the
tip
of
the
wand
and
the
Dementor
slowed
,
but
the
spell
had
n't
worked
properly
;
tripping
over
his
own
feet
,
Harry
retreated
further
as
the
Dementor
bore
down
upon
him
,
panic
fogging
his
brain
--
concentrate
--
A
pair
of
grey
,
slimy
,
scabbed
hands
slid
from
inside
the
Dementor
's
robes
,
reaching
for
him
.
A
rushing
noise
filled
Harry
's
ears
.
'
Expecto
patronum
!
'
His
voice
sounded
dim
and
distant
...
.
Another
wisp
of
silver
smoke
,
feebler
than
the
last
,
drifted
from
the
wand
--
he
could
n't
do
it
any
more
,
he
could
n't
work
the
spell
.
There
was
laughter
inside
his
own
head
,
shrill
,
high-pitched
laughter
...
.
He
could
smell
the
Dementor
's
putrid
,
death-cold
breath
filling
his
own
lungs
,
drowning
him
--
Think
...
something
happy
...
.
But
there
was
no
happiness
in
him
...
the
Dementor
's
icy
fingers
were
closing
on
his
throat
--
the
high-patched
laughter
was
growing
louder
and
louder
,
and
a
voice
spoke
inside
his
head
:
'
Bow
to
death
,
Harry
...
.
It
might
even
be
painless
...
.
I
would
not
know
...
.
I
have
never
died
...
.
'
He
was
never
going
to
see
Ron
and
Hermione
again
--
And
their
faces
burst
clearly
into
his
mind
as
he
fought
for
breath
.
'
EXPECTO
PATRONUM
!
'
An
enormous
silver
stag
erupted
from
the
tip
of
Harry
's
wand
;
it
's
antlers
caught
the
Dementor
in
the
place
where
the
heart
should
have
been
;
it
was
thrown
backwards
,
weightless
as
darkness
,
and
as
the
stag
charged
,
the
Dementor
swooped
away
,
bat-like
and
defeated
.
