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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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He
was
no
longer
their
sullen
host
of
the
summer
;
now
he
seemed
determined
that
everyone
should
enjoy
themselves
as
much
,
if
not
more
than
they
would
have
done
at
Hogwarts
,
and
he
worked
tirelessly
in
the
run-up
to
Christmas
Day
,
cleaning
and
decorating
with
their
help
,
so
that
by
the
time
they
all
went
to
bed
on
Christmas
Eve
the
house
was
barely
recognisable
.
The
tarnished
chandeliers
were
no
longer
hung
with
cobwebs
but
with
garlands
of
holly
and
gold
and
silver
streamers
;
magical
snow
glittered
in
heaps
over
the
threadbare
carpets
;
a
great
Christmas
tree
,
obtained
by
Mundungus
and
decorated
with
live
fairies
,
blocked
Sirius
's
family
tree
from
view
,
and
even
the
stuffed
elf-heads
on
the
hall
wall
wore
Father
Christmas
hats
and
beards
.
Harry
awoke
on
Christmas
morning
to
find
a
stack
of
presents
at
the
foot
of
his
bed
and
Ron
already
halfway
through
opening
his
own
,
rather
larger
,
pile
.
'
Good
haul
this
year
,
'
he
informed
Harry
through
a
cloud
of
paper
.
'
Thanks
for
the
Broom
Compass
,
it
's
excellent
;
beats
Hermione
's
--
she
got
me
a
homework
planner
--
'
Harry
sorted
through
his
presents
and
found
one
with
Hermione
's
handwriting
on
it
.
She
had
given
him
,
too
,
a
book
that
resembled
a
diary
except
that
every
time
he
opened
a
page
it
said
aloud
things
like
:
'D
o
it
today
or
later
you
'll
pay
!
'
Sirius
and
Lupin
had
given
Harry
a
set
of
excellent
books
entitled
Practical
Defensive
Magic
and
its
Use
Against
the
Dark
Arts
,
which
had
superb
,
moving
colour
illustrations
of
all
the
counter-jinxes
and
hexes
it
described
.
Harry
flicked
through
the
first
volume
eagerly
;
he
could
see
it
was
going
to
be
highly
useful
in
his
plans
for
the
DA
.
Hagrid
had
sent
a
furry
brown
wallet
that
had
fangs
,
which
were
presumably
supposed
to
be
an
anti-theft
device
,
but
unfortunately
prevented
Harry
putting
any
money
in
without
getting
his
fingers
ripped
off
.
Tonks
's
present
was
a
small
,
working
model
of
a
Firebolt
,
which
Harry
watched
fly
around
the
room
,
wishing
he
still
had
his
full-size
version
;
Ron
had
given
him
an
enormous
box
of
Every-Flavour
Beans
,
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Weasley
the
usual
hand-knitted
jumper
and
some
mince
pies
,
and
Dobby
a
truly
dreadful
painting
that
Harry
suspected
had
been
done
by
the
elf
himself
.
He
had
just
turned
it
upside-down
to
see
whether
it
looked
better
that
way
when
,
with
a
loud
crack
,
Fred
and
George
Apparated
at
the
foot
of
his
bed
.
'M
erry
Christmas
,
'
said
George
.
'D
o
n't
go
downstairs
for
a
bit
.
'
'
Why
not
?
'
said
Ron
.
'M
um
's
crying
again
,
'
said
Fred
heavily
.
'
Percy
sent
back
his
Christmas
jumper
.
'
'
Without
a
note
,
'
added
George
.
'
Has
n't
asked
how
Dad
is
or
visited
him
or
anything
.
'
