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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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Hermione
bit
her
lip
and
did
not
answer
.
The
bell
rang
just
as
Peeves
swooped
down
on
Katie
and
emptied
an
entire
ink
bottle
over
her
head
.
The
weather
did
not
improve
as
the
day
wore
on
,
so
that
at
seven
o'clock
that
evening
,
when
Harry
and
Ron
went
down
to
the
Quidditch
pitch
for
practice
,
they
were
soaked
through
within
minutes
,
their
feet
slipping
and
sliding
on
the
sodden
grass
.
The
sky
was
a
deep
,
thundery
grey
and
it
was
a
relief
to
gain
the
warmth
and
light
of
the
changing
rooms
,
even
if
they
knew
the
respite
was
only
temporary
.
They
found
Fred
and
George
debating
whether
to
use
one
of
their
own
Skiving
Snackboxes
to
get
out
of
flying
.
'
...
but
I
bet
she
'd
know
what
we
'd
done
,
'
Fred
said
out
of
the
corner
of
his
mouth
.
'
If
only
I
had
n't
offered
to
sell
her
some
Puking
Pastilles
yesterday
.
'
'
We
could
try
the
Fever
Fudge
,
'
George
muttered
,
'n
o
one
's
seen
that
yet
--
'
'D
oes
it
work
?
'
enquired
Ron
hopefully
,
as
the
hammering
of
rain
on
the
roof
intensified
and
wind
howled
around
the
building
.
'
Well
,
yeah
,
'
said
Fred
,
'
your
temperature
'll
go
right
up
.
'
'
But
you
get
these
massive
pus-filled
boils
,
too
,
'
said
George
,
'
and
we
have
n't
worked
out
how
to
get
rid
of
them
yet
.
'
'
I
ca
n't
see
any
boils
,
'
said
Ron
,
staring
at
the
twins
.
'N
o
,
well
,
you
would
n't
,
'
said
Fred
darkly
,
'
they
're
not
in
a
place
we
generally
display
to
the
public
.
'
