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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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That
is
just
as
well
,
Potter
,
'
said
Snape
coldly
,
'
because
you
are
neither
special
nor
important
,
and
it
is
not
up
to
you
to
find
out
what
the
Dark
Lord
is
saying
to
his
Death
Eaters
.
'
'N
o
--
that
's
your
job
,
is
n't
it
?
'
Harry
shot
at
him
.
He
had
not
meant
to
say
it
;
it
had
burst
out
of
him
in
temper
.
For
a
long
moment
they
stared
at
each
other
,
Harry
convinced
he
had
gone
too
far
.
But
there
was
a
curious
,
almost
satisfied
expression
on
Snape
's
face
when
he
answered
.
'
Yes
,
Potter
,
'
he
said
,
his
eyes
glinting
.
'
That
is
my
job
.
Now
,
if
you
are
ready
,
we
will
start
again
.
'
He
raised
his
wand
:
'
One
--
two
--
three
--
Legilimens
!
'
A
hundred
dementors
were
swooping
towards
Harry
across
the
lake
in
the
grounds
...
he
screwed
up
his
face
in
concentration
...
they
were
coming
closer
...
he
could
see
the
dark
holes
beneath
their
hoods
...
yet
he
could
also
see
Snape
standing
in
front
of
him
,
his
eyes
fixed
on
Harry
's
face
,
muttering
under
his
breath
...
and
somehow
,
Snape
was
growing
clearer
,
and
the
dementors
were
growing
fainter
...
Harry
raised
his
own
wand
.
'
Protego
!
'
Snape
staggered
--
his
wand
flew
upwards
,
away
from
Harry
--
and
suddenly
Harry
's
mind
was
teeming
with
memories
that
were
not
his
:
a
hook-nosed
man
was
shouting
at
a
cowering
woman
,
while
a
small
dark-haired
boy
cried
in
a
corner
...
a
greasy-haired
teenager
sat
alone
in
a
dark
bedroom
,
pointing
his
wand
at
the
ceiling
,
shooting
down
flies
...
a
girl
was
laughing
as
a
scrawny
boy
tried
to
mount
a
bucking
broomstick
--
'
ENOUGH
!
'
