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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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'
Ron
,
'
she
said
severely
as
she
turned
and
trod
on
his
feet
,
'
this
is
exactly
why
Ginny
has
n't
told
you
she
's
seeing
Michael
,
she
knew
you
'd
take
it
badly
.
So
do
n't
harp
on
about
it
,
for
heaven
's
sake
.
'
'
What
d'you
mean
?
Who
's
taking
anything
badly
?
I
'm
not
going
to
harp
on
about
anything
...
'
Ron
continued
to
chunter
under
his
breath
all
the
way
down
the
street
.
Hermione
rolled
her
eyes
at
Harry
and
then
said
in
an
undertone
,
while
Ron
was
still
muttering
imprecations
about
Michael
Corner
,
'
And
talking
about
Michael
and
Ginny
...
what
about
Cho
and
you
?
'
'
What
d'you
mean
?
'
said
Harry
quickly
It
was
as
though
boiling
water
was
rising
rapidly
inside
him
;
a
burning
sensation
that
was
causing
his
face
to
smart
in
the
cold
--
had
he
been
that
obvious
?
'
Well
,
'
said
Hermione
,
smiling
slightly
,
's
he
just
could
n't
keep
her
eyes
off
you
,
could
she
?
'
Harry
had
never
before
appreciated
just
how
beautiful
the
village
of
Hogsmeade
was
.
Harry
felt
happier
for
the
rest
of
the
weekend
than
he
had
done
all
term
.
He
and
Ron
spent
much
of
Sunday
catching
up
with
all
their
homework
again
,
and
although
this
could
hardly
be
called
fun
,
the
last
burst
of
autumn
sunshine
persisted
,
so
rather
than
sitting
hunched
over
tables
in
the
common
room
they
took
their
work
outside
and
lounged
in
the
shade
of
a
large
beech
tree
on
the
edge
of
the
lake
.
Hermione
,
who
of
course
was
up
to
date
with
all
her
work
,
brought
more
wool
outside
with
her
and
bewitched
her
knitting
needles
so
that
they
flashed
and
clicked
in
midair
beside
her
,
producing
more
hats
and
scarves
.
Knowing
they
were
doing
something
to
resist
Umbridge
and
the
Ministry
and
that
he
was
a
key
part
of
the
rebellion
,
gave
Harry
a
feeling
of
immense
satisfaction
.
He
kept
reliving
Saturdays
meeting
in
his
mind
:
all
those
people
,
coming
to
him
to
learn
Defence
Against
the
Dark
Arts
...
and
the
looks
on
their
faces
as
they
had
heard
some
of
the
things
he
had
done
...
and
Cho
praising
his
performance
in
the
Triwizard
Tournament
--
knowing
all
those
people
did
not
think
him
a
lying
weirdo
,
but
someone
to
be
admired
,
buoyed
him
up
so
much
that
he
was
still
cheerful
on
Monday
morning
,
despite
the
imminent
prospect
of
all
his
least
favourite
classes
.
He
and
Ron
headed
downstairs
from
their
dormitory
,
discussing
Angelina
's
idea
that
they
were
to
work
on
a
new
move
called
the
Sloth
Grip
Roll
during
that
nights
Quidditch
practice
,
and
not
until
they
were
halfway
across
the
sunlit
common
room
did
they
notice
the
addition
to
the
room
that
had
already
attracted
the
attention
of
a
small
group
of
people
.
