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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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'N
o
?
'
said
Hermione
in
a
hushed
voice
.
'
YES
!
'
said
Harry
loudly
.
'
HARRY
!
HERMIONE
!
'
yelled
Ron
,
waving
the
silver
Quidditch
cup
in
the
air
and
looking
quite
beside
himself
.
'
WE
DID
IT
!
WE
WON
!
'
They
beamed
up
at
him
as
he
passed
There
was
a
scrum
at
the
door
of
the
castle
and
Ron
's
head
got
rather
badly
bumped
on
the
lintel
,
but
nobody
seemed
to
want
to
put
him
down
.
Still
singing
,
the
crowd
squeezed
itself
into
the
Entrance
Hall
and
out
of
sight
.
Harry
and
Hermione
watched
them
go
,
beaming
,
until
the
last
echoing
strains
of
'
Weasley
is
our
King
'
died
away
.
Then
they
turned
to
each
other
,
their
smiles
fading
.
'
We
'll
save
our
news
till
tomorrow
,
shall
we
?
'
said
Harry
.
'
Yes
,
all
right
,
'
said
Hermione
wearily
.
'
I
'm
not
in
any
hurry
.
'
They
climbed
the
steps
together
.
At
the
front
doors
both
instinctively
looked
back
at
the
Forbidden
Forest
.
Harry
was
not
sure
whether
or
not
it
was
his
imagination
,
but
he
rather
thought
he
saw
a
small
cloud
of
birds
erupting
into
the
air
over
the
tree
tops
in
the
distance
,
almost
as
though
the
tree
in
which
they
had
been
nesting
had
just
been
pulled
up
by
the
roots
.
Ron
's
euphoria
at
helping
Gryffindor
scrape
the
Quidditch
cup
was
such
that
he
could
n't
settle
to
anything
next
day
.
All
he
wanted
to
do
was
talk
over
the
match
,
so
Harry
and
Hermione
found
it
very
difficult
to
find
an
opening
in
which
to
mention
Grawp
.
Not
that
either
of
them
tried
very
hard
;
neither
was
keen
to
be
the
one
to
bring
Ron
back
to
reality
in
quite
such
a
brutal
fashion
.
As
it
was
another
fine
,
warm
day
,
they
persuaded
him
to
join
them
in
revising
under
the
beech
tree
at
the
edge
of
the
lake
,
where
they
had
less
chance
of
being
overheard
than
in
the
common
room
.
Ron
was
not
particularly
keen
on
this
idea
at
first
--
he
was
thoroughly
enjoying
being
patted
on
the
back
by
every
Gryffindor
who
walked
past
his
chair
,
not
to
mention
the
occasional
outbursts
of
'
Weasley
is
our
King
'
--
but
after
a
while
he
agreed
that
some
fresh
air
might
do
him
good
.
They
spread
their
books
out
in
the
shade
of
the
beech
tree
and
sat
down
while
Ron
talked
them
through
his
first
save
of
the
match
for
what
felt
like
the
dozenth
time
.
