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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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'
Good
luck
,
Ron
,
'
said
Hermione
,
standing
on
tiptoe
and
kissing
him
on
the
cheek
.
'
And
you
,
Harry
--
'
Ron
seemed
to
come
to
himself
slightly
as
they
walked
back
across
the
Great
Hall
.
He
touched
the
spot
on
his
face
where
Hermione
had
kissed
him
,
looking
puzzled
,
as
though
he
was
not
quite
sure
what
had
just
happened
.
He
seemed
too
distracted
to
notice
much
around
him
,
but
Harry
cast
a
curious
glance
at
the
crown-shaped
badges
as
they
passed
the
Slytherin
table
,
and
this
time
he
made
out
the
words
etched
on
to
them
:
Weasley
is
our
King
With
an
unpleasant
feeling
that
this
could
mean
nothing
good
,
he
hurried
Ron
across
the
Entrance
Hall
,
clown
the
stone
steps
and
out
into
the
icy
air
.
The
frosty
grass
crunched
under
their
feet
as
they
hurried
down
the
sloping
lawns
towards
the
stadium
.
There
was
no
wind
at
all
and
the
sky
was
a
uniform
pearly
white
,
which
meant
that
visibility
would
be
good
without
the
drawback
of
direct
sunlight
in
the
eyes
.
Harry
pointed
out
these
encouraging
factors
to
Ron
as
they
walked
,
but
he
was
not
sure
that
Ron
was
listening
.
Angelina
had
changed
already
and
was
talking
to
the
rest
of
the
team
when
they
entered
.
Harry
and
Ron
pulled
on
their
robes
(
Ron
attempted
to
do
his
up
back-to-front
for
several
minutes
before
Alicia
took
pity
on
him
and
went
to
help
)
,
then
sat
down
to
listen
to
the
pre-match
talk
while
the
babble
of
voices
outside
grew
steadily
louder
as
the
crowd
came
pouring
out
of
the
castle
towards
the
pitch
.
'
OK
,
I
've
only
just
found
out
the
final
line-up
for
Slytherin
,
'
said
Angelina
,
consulting
a
piece
of
parchment
.
'
Last
year
's
Beaters
,
Derrick
and
Bole
,
have
left
,
but
it
looks
as
though
Montague
's
replaced
them
with
the
usual
gorillas
,
rather
than
anyone
who
can
fly
particularly
well
.
They
're
two
blokes
called
Crabbe
and
Goyle
,
I
do
n't
know
much
about
them
--
'
'
We
do
,
'
said
Harry
and
Ron
together
.
'
Well
,
they
do
n't
look
bright
enough
to
tell
one
end
of
a
broom
from
the
other
,
'
said
Angelina
,
pocketing
her
parchment
,
'
but
then
I
was
always
surprised
Derrick
and
Bole
managed
to
find
their
way
on
to
the
pitch
without
signposts
.
'
