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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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Angelina
kept
them
at
it
for
nearly
an
hour
before
conceding
defeat
.
She
led
her
sodden
and
disgruntled
team
back
into
the
changing
rooms
,
insisting
that
the
practice
had
not
been
a
waste
of
time
,
though
without
any
real
conviction
in
her
voice
.
Fred
and
George
were
looking
particularly
annoyed
;
both
were
bandy-legged
and
winced
with
every
movement
.
Harry
could
hear
them
complaining
in
low
voices
as
he
towelled
his
hair
dry
.
'
I
think
a
few
of
mine
have
ruptured
,
'
said
Fred
in
a
hollow
voice
.
'M
ine
have
n't
,
'
said
George
,
through
clenched
teeth
,
'
they
're
throbbing
like
mad
...
feel
bigger
if
anything
.
'
'
OUCH
!
'
said
Harry
.
He
pressed
the
towel
to
his
face
,
his
eyes
screwed
tight
with
pain
.
The
scar
on
his
forehead
had
seared
again
,
more
painfully
than
it
had
in
weeks
.
'
What
's
up
?
'
said
several
voices
.
Harry
emerged
from
behind
his
towel
;
the
changing
room
was
blurred
because
he
was
not
wearing
his
glasses
,
but
he
could
still
tell
that
everyone
's
face
was
turned
towards
him
.
'N
othing
,
'
he
muttered
,
'
I
--
poked
myself
in
the
eye
,
that
's
all
.
'
But
he
gave
Ron
a
significant
look
and
the
two
of
them
hung
back
as
the
rest
of
the
team
filed
back
outside
,
muffled
in
their
cloaks
,
their
hats
pulled
low
over
their
ears
.
