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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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The
silvery
stuff
within
began
to
swirl
very
fast
.
Harry
leaned
forwards
over
it
and
saw
that
it
had
become
transparent
.
He
was
,
once
again
,
looking
down
into
a
room
as
though
through
a
circular
window
in
the
ceiling
...
in
fact
,
unless
he
was
much
mistaken
,
he
was
looking
down
into
the
Great
Hall
.
His
breath
was
actually
fogging
the
surface
of
Snape
's
thoughts
...
his
brain
seemed
to
be
in
limbo
...
it
would
be
insane
to
do
the
thing
he
was
so
strongly
tempted
to
do
...
he
was
trembling
...
Snape
could
be
back
at
any
moment
...
but
Harry
thought
of
Cho
's
anger
,
of
Malfoy
's
jeering
face
,
and
a
reckless
daring
seized
him
.
He
took
a
great
gulp
of
breath
,
and
plunged
his
face
into
the
surface
of
Snape
's
thoughts
.
At
once
,
the
floor
of
the
office
lurched
,
tipping
Harry
head-first
into
the
Pensieve
...
He
was
falling
through
cold
blackness
,
spinning
furiously
as
he
went
,
and
then
--
'
He
was
standing
in
the
middle
of
the
Great
Hall
,
but
the
four
house
tables
were
gone
.
Instead
,
there
were
more
than
a
hundred
smaller
tables
,
all
facing
the
same
way
,
at
each
of
which
sat
a
student
,
head
bent
low
,
scribbling
on
a
roll
of
parchment
.
The
only
sound
was
the
scratching
of
quills
and
the
occasional
rustle
as
somebody
adjusted
their
parchment
.
It
was
clearly
exam
time
.
Sunshine
was
streaming
through
the
high
windows
on
to
the
bent
heads
,
which
shone
chestnut
and
copper
and
gold
in
the
bright
light
.
Harry
looked
around
carefully
.
Snape
had
to
be
here
somewhere
...
this
was
his
memory
...
And
there
he
was
,
at
a
table
right
behind
Harry
.
Harry
stared
.
Snape-the-teenager
had
a
stringy
,
pallid
look
about
him
,
like
a
plant
kept
in
the
dark
.
His
hair
was
lank
and
greasy
and
was
flopping
on
to
the
table
,
his
hooked
nose
barely
half
an
inch
from
the
surface
of
the
parchment
as
he
scribbled
.
Harry
moved
around
behind
Snape
and
read
the
heading
of
the
examination
paper
:
DEFENCE
AGAINST
THE
DARK
ARTS
--
ORDINARY
WIZARDING
LEVEL
.
So
Snape
had
to
be
fifteen
or
sixteen
,
around
Harry
's
own
age
.
His
hand
was
flying
across
the
parchment
;
he
had
written
at
least
a
foot
more
than
his
closest
neighbours
,
and
yet
his
writing
was
minuscule
and
cramped
.
