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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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Once
they
had
eaten
their
Christmas
lunch
,
the
Weasleys
,
Harry
and
Hermione
were
planning
to
pay
Mr.
Weasley
another
visit
,
escorted
by
Mad-Eye
and
Lupin
.
Mundungus
turned
up
in
time
for
Christmas
pudding
and
trifle
,
having
managed
to
'
borrow
'
a
car
for
the
occasion
,
as
the
Underground
did
not
run
on
Christmas
Day
.
The
car
,
which
Harry
doubted
very
much
had
been
taken
with
the
consent
of
its
owner
,
had
been
enlarged
with
a
spell
like
the
Weasleys
'
old
Ford
Anglia
had
once
been
.
Although
normally
proportioned
outside
,
ten
people
with
Mundungus
driving
were
able
to
fit
into
it
quite
comfortably
.
Mrs.
Weasley
hesitated
before
getting
inside
--
Harry
knew
her
disapproval
of
Mundungus
was
battling
with
her
dislike
of
travelling
without
magic
--
but
,
finally
,
the
cold
outside
and
her
children
's
pleading
triumphed
,
and
she
settled
herself
into
the
back
seat
between
Fred
and
Bill
with
good
grace
.
The
journey
to
St
Mungo
's
was
quite
quick
as
there
was
very
little
traffic
on
the
roads
.
A
small
trickle
of
witches
and
wizards
was
creeping
furtively
up
the
otherwise
deserted
street
to
visit
the
hospital
.
Harry
and
the
others
got
out
of
the
car
,
and
Mundungus
drove
off
around
the
corner
to
wait
for
them
.
They
strolled
casually
towards
the
window
where
the
dummy
in
green
nylon
stood
,
then
,
one
by
one
,
stepped
through
the
glass
.
The
reception
area
looked
pleasantly
festive
:
the
crystal
orbs
that
illuminated
St.
Mungo
's
had
been
coloured
red
and
gold
to
become
gigantic
,
glowing
Christmas
baubles
;
holly
hung
around
every
doorway
;
and
shining
white
Christmas
trees
covered
in
magical
snow
and
icicles
glittered
in
every
corner
,
each
one
topped
with
a
gleaming
gold
star
.
It
was
less
crowded
than
the
last
time
they
had
been
there
,
although
halfway
across
the
room
Harry
found
himself
shunted
aside
by
a
witch
with
a
satsuma
jammed
up
her
left
nostril
.
'
Family
argument
,
eh
?
'
smirked
the
blonde
witch
behind
the
desk
.
'
You
're
the
third
I
've
seen
today
...
Spell
Damage
,
fourth
floor
.
'
They
found
Mr
Weasley
propped
up
in
bed
with
the
remains
of
his
turkey
dinner
on
a
tray
on
his
lap
and
a
rather
sheepish
expression
on
his
face
.
'
Everything
all
right
,
Arthur
?
'
asked
Mrs.
Weasley
,
after
they
had
all
greeted
Mr.
Weasley
and
handed
over
their
presents
.
'
Fine
,
fine
,
'
said
Mr.
Weasley
,
a
little
too
heartily
.
'
You
--
er
--
have
n't
seen
Healer
Smethwyck
,
have
you
?
'
'N
o
,
'
said
Mrs
Weasley
suspiciously
,
'
why
?
'
'N
othing
,
nothing
,
'
said
Mr.
Weasley
airily
,
starting
to
unwrap
his
pile
of
gifts
.
'
Well
,
everyone
had
a
good
day
?
What
did
you
all
get
for
Christmas
?
Oh
,
Harry
--
this
is
absolutely
wonderful
!
'
For
he
had
just
opened
Harry
's
gift
of
fuse-wire
and
screwdrivers
.
Mrs.
Weasley
did
not
seem
entirely
satisfied
with
Mr.
Weasley
's
answer
.
As
her
husband
leaned
over
to
shake
Harry
's
hand
,
she
peered
at
the
bandaging
under
his
nightshirt
.
