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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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But
Ron
had
never
endured
a
relentless
campaign
of
insults
,
jeers
and
intimidation
.
When
Slytherins
,
some
of
them
seventh-years
and
considerably
larger
than
he
was
,
muttered
as
they
passed
in
the
corridors
,
'
Got
your
bed
booked
in
the
hospital
wing
,
Weasley
?
'
he
did
n't
laugh
,
but
turned
a
delicate
shade
of
green
.
When
Draco
Malfoy
imitated
Ron
dropping
the
Quaffle
(
which
he
did
whenever
they
came
within
sight
of
each
other
)
,
Ron
's
ears
glowed
red
and
his
hands
shook
so
badly
that
he
was
likely
to
drop
whatever
he
was
holding
at
the
time
,
too
.
October
extinguished
itself
in
a
rush
of
howling
winds
and
driving
rain
and
November
arrived
,
cold
as
frozen
iron
,
with
hard
frosts
every
morning
and
icy
draughts
that
bit
at
exposed
hands
and
faces
.
The
skies
and
the
ceiling
of
the
Great
Hall
turned
a
pale
,
pearly
grey
,
the
mountains
around
Hogwarts
were
snowcapped
,
and
the
temperature
in
the
castle
dropped
so
low
that
many
students
wore
their
thick
protective
dragonskin
gloves
in
the
corridors
between
lessons
.
The
morning
of
the
match
dawned
bright
and
cold
.
When
Harry
awoke
he
looked
round
at
Ron
's
bed
and
saw
him
sitting
bolt
upright
,
his
arms
around
his
knees
,
staring
fixedly
into
space
.
'
You
all
right
?
'
said
Harry
.
Ron
nodded
but
did
not
speak
.
Harry
was
reminded
forcibly
of
the
time
Ron
had
accidentally
put
a
Slug-vomiting
Charm
on
himself
;
he
looked
just
as
pale
and
sweaty
as
he
had
done
then
,
not
to
mention
as
reluctant
to
open
his
mouth
.
'
You
just
need
some
breakfast
,
'
Harry
said
bracingly
.
'
C'mon
.
'
The
Great
Hall
was
filling
up
fast
when
they
arrived
,
the
talk
louder
and
the
mood
more
exuberant
than
usual
.
As
they
passed
the
Slytherin
table
there
was
an
upsurge
of
noise
.
Harry
looked
round
and
saw
that
,
in
addition
to
the
usual
green
and
silver
scarves
and
hats
,
every
one
of
them
was
wearing
a
silver
badge
in
the
shape
of
what
seemed
to
be
a
crown
.
For
some
reason
many
of
them
waved
at
Ron
,
laughing
uproariously
.
Harry
tried
to
see
what
was
written
on
the
badges
as
he
walked
by
,
but
he
was
too
concerned
to
get
Ron
past
their
table
quickly
to
linger
long
enough
to
read
them
.
They
received
a
rousing
welcome
at
the
Gryffindor
table
,
where
everyone
was
wearing
red
and
gold
,
but
far
from
raising
Ron
's
spirits
the
cheers
seemed
to
sap
the
last
of
his
morale
;
he
collapsed
on
to
the
nearest
bench
looking
as
though
he
were
facing
his
final
meal
.
'
I
must
've
been
mental
to
do
this
,
'
he
said
in
a
croaky
whisper
.
'M
ental
.
'
