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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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Snape
pulled
out
his
wand
from
an
inside
pocket
of
his
robes
and
Harry
tensed
in
his
chair
,
but
Snape
merely
raised
the
wand
to
his
temple
and
placed
its
tip
into
the
greasy
roots
of
his
hair
.
When
he
withdrew
it
,
some
silvery
substance
came
away
,
stretching
from
temple
to
wand
like
a
thick
gossamer
strand
,
which
broke
as
he
pulled
the
wand
away
from
it
and
fell
gracefully
into
the
Pensieve
,
where
it
swirled
silvery-white
,
neither
gas
nor
liquid
.
Twice
more
,
Snape
raised
the
wand
to
his
temple
and
deposited
the
silvery
substance
into
the
stone
basin
,
then
,
without
offering
any
explanation
of
his
behaviour
,
he
picked
up
the
Pensieve
carefully
,
removed
it
to
a
shelf
out
of
their
way
and
returned
to
face
Harry
with
his
wand
held
at
the
ready
.
'S
tand
up
and
take
out
your
wand
,
Potter
.
'
Harry
got
to
his
feet
,
feeling
nervous
.
They
faced
each
other
with
the
desk
between
them
.
'
You
may
use
your
wand
to
attempt
to
disarm
me
,
or
defend
yourself
in
any
other
way
you
can
think
of
,
'
said
Snape
.
'
And
what
are
you
going
to
do
?
'
Harry
asked
,
eyeing
Snape
's
wand
apprehensively
.
'
I
am
about
to
attempt
to
break
into
your
mind
,
'
said
Snape
softly
.
'
We
are
going
to
see
how
well
you
resist
.
I
have
been
told
that
you
have
already
shown
aptitude
at
resisting
the
Imperius
Curse
.
You
will
find
that
similar
powers
are
needed
for
this
...
brace
yourself
,
now
.
Legilimens
!
'
Snape
had
struck
before
Harry
was
ready
,
before
he
had
even
begun
to
summon
any
force
of
resistance
.
The
office
swam
in
front
of
his
eyes
and
vanished
;
image
after
image
was
racing
through
his
mind
like
a
flickering
film
so
vivid
it
blinded
him
to
his
surroundings
.
He
was
five
,
watching
Dudley
riding
a
new
red
bicycle
,
and
his
heart
was
bursting
with
jealousy
...
he
was
nine
,
and
Ripper
the
bulldog
was
chasing
him
up
a
tree
and
the
Dursleys
were
laughing
below
on
the
lawn
...
he
was
sitting
under
the
Sorting
Hat
,
and
it
was
telling
him
he
would
do
well
in
Slytherin
...
Hermione
was
lying
in
the
hospital
wing
,
her
face
covered
with
thick
black
hair
...
a
hundred
dementors
were
closing
in
on
him
beside
the
dark
lake
...
Cho
Chang
was
drawing
nearer
to
him
under
the
mistletoe
...
No
,
said
a
voice
inside
Harry
's
head
,
as
the
memory
of
Cho
drew
nearer
,
you
're
not
watching
that
,
you
're
not
watching
it
,
it
's
private
--
