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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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Think
,
he
told
himself
,
his
face
in
his
hands
,
while
all
around
him
quills
scratched
out
never-ending
answers
and
the
sand
trickled
through
the
hour-glass
at
the
front
...
He
was
walking
along
the
cool
,
dark
corridor
to
the
Department
of
Mysteries
again
,
walking
with
a
firm
and
purposeful
tread
,
breaking
occasionally
into
a
run
,
determined
to
reach
his
destination
at
last
...
the
black
door
swung
open
for
him
as
usual
,
and
here
he
was
in
the
circular
room
with
its
many
doors
...
Straight
across
the
stone
floor
and
through
the
second
door
...
patches
of
dancing
light
on
the
walls
and
floor
and
that
odd
mechanical
clicking
,
but
no
time
to
explore
,
he
must
hurry
...
He
jogged
the
last
few
feet
to
the
third
door
,
which
swung
open
just
like
the
others
...
Once
again
he
was
in
the
cathedral-sized
room
full
of
shelves
and
glass
spheres
...
his
heart
was
beating
very
fast
now
...
he
was
going
to
get
there
this
time
...
when
he
reached
number
ninety-seven
he
turned
left
and
hurried
along
the
aisle
between
two
rows
...
But
there
was
a
shape
on
the
floor
at
the
very
end
,
a
black
shape
moving
on
the
floor
like
a
wounded
animal
...
Harry
's
stomach
contracted
with
fear
...
with
excitement
.
.
A
voice
issued
from
his
own
mouth
,
a
high
,
cold
voice
empty
of
any
human
kindness
...
'
Take
it
for
me
...
lift
it
down
,
now
...
I
can
not
touch
it
...
but
you
can
...
'
The
black
shape
on
the
floor
shifted
a
little
.
Harry
saw
a
long-fingered
white
hand
clutching
a
wand
rise
at
the
end
of
his
own
arm
...
heard
the
high
,
cold
voice
say
'
Crucio
!
'
The
man
on
the
floor
let
out
a
scream
of
pain
,
attempted
to
stand
but
fell
back
,
writhing
.
Harry
was
laughing
.
He
raised
his
wand
,
the
curse
lifted
and
the
figure
groaned
and
became
motionless
.
