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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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He
chanced
another
glance
out
of
the
window
.
Whoever
was
defending
the
goalposts
now
was
doing
a
very
poor
job
indeed
.
Katie
Bell
scored
twice
in
the
few
seconds
Harry
dared
to
watch
.
Hoping
very
much
that
the
Keeper
was
n't
Ron
,
he
dropped
his
eyes
back
to
the
parchment
shining
with
blood
.
I
must
not
tell
lies
.
I
must
not
tell
lies
.
He
looked
up
whenever
he
thought
he
could
risk
it
;
when
he
could
hear
the
scratching
of
Umbridge
's
quill
or
the
opening
of
a
desk
drawer
.
The
third
person
to
try
out
was
pretty
good
,
the
fourth
was
terrible
,
the
fifth
dodged
a
Bludger
exceptionally
well
but
then
fumbled
an
easy
save
.
The
sky
was
darkening
,
and
Harry
doubted
he
would
be
able
to
see
the
sixth
and
seventh
people
at
all
.
I
must
not
tell
lies
.
I
must
not
tell
lies
.
The
parchment
was
now
dotted
with
drops
of
blood
from
the
back
of
his
hand
,
which
was
searing
with
pain
.
When
he
next
looked
up
,
night
had
fallen
and
the
Quidditch
pitch
was
no
longer
visible
.
'
Let
's
see
if
you
've
got
the
message
yet
,
shall
we
?
'
said
Umbridge
's
soft
voice
half
an
hour
later
.
She
moved
towards
him
,
stretching
out
her
short
ringed
fingers
for
his
arm
.
And
then
,
as
she
took
hold
of
him
to
examine
the
words
now
cut
into
his
skin
,
pain
seared
,
not
across
the
back
of
his
hand
,
but
across
the
scar
on
his
forehead
.
At
the
same
time
,
he
had
a
most
peculiar
sensation
somewhere
around
his
midriff
.
He
wrenched
his
arm
out
of
her
grip
and
leapt
to
his
feet
,
staring
at
her
.
She
looked
back
at
him
,
a
smile
stretching
her
wide
,
slack
mouth
.
