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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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They
were
at
the
stone
gargoyle
within
minutes
.
Harry
wondered
how
many
of
the
others
had
been
caught
.
He
thought
of
Ron
--
Mrs.
Weasley
would
kill
him
--
and
of
how
Hermione
would
feel
if
she
was
expelled
before
she
could
take
her
OWLs
.
And
it
had
been
Seamus
's
very
first
meeting
...
and
Neville
had
been
getting
so
good
...
'
Fizzing
Whizzbee
,
'
sang
Umbridge
;
the
stone
gargoyle
jumped
aside
,
the
wall
behind
split
open
,
and
they
ascended
the
moving
stone
staircase
.
They
reached
the
polished
door
with
the
griffin
knocker
,
but
Umbridge
did
not
bother
to
knock
,
she
strode
straight
inside
,
still
holding
tight
to
Harry
.
The
office
was
full
of
people
.
Dumbledore
was
sitting
behind
his
desk
,
his
expression
serene
,
the
tips
of
his
long
fingers
together
.
Professor
McGonagall
stood
rigidly
beside
him
,
her
face
extremely
tense
.
Cornelius
Fudge
,
Minister
for
Magic
,
was
rocking
backwards
and
forwards
on
his
toes
beside
the
fire
,
apparently
immensely
pleased
with
the
situation
;
Kingsley
Shacklebolt
and
a
tough-looking
wizard
with
very
short
wiry
hair
whom
Harry
did
not
recognise
,
were
positioned
either
side
of
the
door
like
guards
,
and
the
freckled
,
bespectacled
form
of
Percy
Weasley
hovered
excitedly
beside
the
wall
,
a
quill
and
a
heavy
scroll
of
parchment
in
his
hands
,
apparently
poised
to
take
notes
.
The
portraits
of
old
headmasters
and
headmistresses
were
not
shamming
sleep
tonight
.
All
of
them
were
alert
and
serious
,
watching
what
was
happening
below
them
.
As
Harry
entered
,
a
few
flitted
into
neighbouring
frames
and
whispered
urgently
into
their
neighbour
's
ear
.
Harry
pulled
himself
free
of
Umbridge
's
grasp
as
the
door
swung
shut
behind
them
.
Cornelius
Fudge
was
glaring
at
him
with
a
kind
of
vicious
satisfaction
on
his
face
.
'
Well
,
'
he
said
.
'
Well
,
well
,
well
...
'
Harry
replied
with
the
dirtiest
look
he
could
muster
.
His
heart
drummed
madly
inside
him
,
but
his
brain
was
oddly
cool
and
clear
.
'
He
was
heading
back
to
Gryffindor
Tower
,
'
said
Umbridge
.
There
was
an
indecent
excitement
in
her
voice
,
the
same
callous
pleasure
Harry
had
heard
as
she
watched
Professor
Trelawney
dissolving
with
misery
in
the
Entrance
Hall
.
'
The
Malfoy
boy
cornered
him
.
'
'D
id
he
,
did
he
?
'
said
Fudge
appreciatively
.
'
I
must
remember
to
tell
Lucius
.
Well
,
Potter
...
I
expect
you
know
why
you
are
here
?
'
