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- Джоан Роулинг
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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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- Стр. 865/965
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Harry
's
heart
was
pumping
frantically
now
that
he
knew
they
were
on
the
right
track
;
he
led
the
way
down
the
narrow
space
between
the
lines
of
desks
,
heading
,
as
he
had
done
in
his
dream
,
for
the
source
of
the
light
,
the
crystal
bell
jar
quite
as
tall
as
he
was
that
stood
on
a
desk
and
appeared
to
be
full
of
a
billowing
,
glittering
wind
.
'
Oh
,
took
!
'
said
Ginny
,
as
they
drew
nearer
,
pointing
at
the
very
heart
of
the
bell
jar
.
Drifting
along
in
the
sparkling
current
inside
was
a
tiny
,
jewel-bright
egg
.
As
it
rose
in
the
jar
,
it
cracked
open
and
a
hummingbird
emerged
,
which
was
carried
to
the
very
top
of
the
jar
,
but
as
it
fell
on
the
draught
its
feathers
became
bedraggled
and
damp
again
,
and
by
the
time
it
had
been
borne
back
to
the
bottom
of
the
jar
it
had
been
enclosed
once
more
in
its
egg
.
'
Keep
going
!
'
said
Harry
sharply
,
because
Ginny
showed
signs
of
wanting
to
stop
and
watch
the
egg
's
progress
back
into
a
bird
.
'
You
dawdled
enough
by
that
old
arch
!
'
she
said
crossly
,
but
followed
him
past
the
bell
jar
to
the
only
door
behind
it
.
'
This
is
it
,
'
Harry
said
again
,
and
his
heart
was
now
pumping
so
hard
and
fast
he
felt
it
must
interfere
with
his
speech
,
'
it
's
through
here
--
'
He
glanced
around
at
them
all
;
they
had
their
wands
out
and
looked
suddenly
serious
and
anxious
.
He
looked
back
at
the
door
and
pushed
.
It
swung
open
.
They
were
there
,
they
had
found
the
place
:
high
as
a
church
and
full
of
nothing
but
towering
shelves
covered
in
small
,
dusty
glass
orbs
.
They
glimmered
dully
in
the
light
issuing
from
more
candle-brackets
set
at
intervals
along
the
shelves
.
Like
those
in
the
circular
room
behind
them
,
their
flames
were
burning
blue
.
The
room
was
very
cold
.
Harry
edged
forward
and
peered
down
one
of
the
shadowy
aisles
between
two
rows
of
shelves
.
He
could
not
hear
anything
or
see
the
slightest
sign
of
movement
.
'
You
said
it
was
row
ninety-seven
,
'
whispered
Hermione
.
