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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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'
THIS
WAY
!
'
Harry
shouted
at
the
stag
.
Wheeling
around
,
he
sprinted
down
the
alleyway
,
holding
the
lit
wand
aloft
.
'D
UDLEY
?
DUDLEY
!
'
He
had
run
barely
a
dozen
steps
when
he
reached
them
:
Dudley
was
curled
up
on
the
ground
,
his
arms
clamped
over
his
face
.
A
second
Dementor
was
crouching
low
over
him
,
gripping
his
wrists
in
its
slimy
hands
,
prising
them
slowly
,
almost
lovingly
apart
,
lowering
its
hooded
head
towards
Dudley
's
face
as
though
about
to
kiss
him
...
.
'
GET
IT
!
'
Harry
bellowed
,
and
with
a
rushing
,
roaring
sound
,
the
silver
stag
he
had
conjured
came
galloping
past
him
.
The
Dementor
's
eyeless
face
was
barely
an
inch
from
Dudley
's
when
the
silver
antlers
caught
it
;
the
thing
was
thrown
up
into
the
air
and
,
like
its
fellow
,
it
soared
away
and
was
absorbed
into
the
darkness
;
the
stag
cantered
to
the
end
of
the
alleyway
and
dissolved
into
silver
mist
.
Moon
,
stars
and
streetlamps
burst
back
into
life
.
A
warm
breeze
swept
the
alleyway
.
Trees
rustled
in
neighbouring
gardens
and
the
mundane
rumble
of
cars
in
Magnolia
Crescent
filled
the
air
again
.
Harry
stood
quite
still
,
all
his
senses
vibrating
,
taking
in
the
abrupt
return
to
normality
.
After
a
moment
,
he
became
aware
that
his
T-shirt
was
sticking
to
him
;
he
was
drenched
in
sweat
.
He
could
not
believe
what
had
just
happened
.
Dementors
here
,
in
Little
Whinging
.
Dudley
lay
curled
up
on
the
ground
,
whimpering
and
shaking
.
Harry
bent
down
to
see
whether
he
was
in
a
fit
state
to
stand
up
,
but
then
he
heard
loud
,
running
footsteps
behind
him
.
Instinctively
raising
his
wand
again
,
he
span
on
his
heel
to
face
the
newcomer
.
Mrs.
Figg
,
their
batty
old
neighbour
,
came
panting
into
sight
.
Her
grizzled
grey
hair
was
escaping
from
its
hairnet
,
a
clanking
string
shopping
bag
was
swinging
from
her
wrist
and
her
feet
were
halfway
out
of
her
tartan
carpet
slippers
.
Harry
made
to
stow
his
wand
hurriedly
out
of
sight
,
but
--
'D
o
n't
put
it
away
,
idiot
boy
!
'
she
shrieked
.
'
What
if
there
are
more
of
them
around
?
Oh
,
I
'm
going
to
kill
Mundungus
Fletcher
!
'
'
What
?
'
said
Harry
blankly
.
