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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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'
Why
not
?
'
he
said
.
'
It
's
something
to
do
with
me
,
is
n't
it
?
'
'D
o
n't
,
Harry
,
'
said
Neville
suddenly
.
Harry
looked
at
him
.
Neville
's
round
face
was
shining
slightly
with
sweat
.
He
looked
as
though
he
could
not
take
much
more
suspense
.
'
It
's
got
my
name
on
,
'
said
Harry
.
And
feeling
slightly
reckless
,
he
closed
his
fingers
around
the
dusty
ball
's
surface
.
He
had
expected
it
to
feel
cold
,
but
it
did
not
.
On
the
contrary
,
it
felt
as
though
it
had
been
lying
in
the
sun
for
hours
,
as
though
the
glow
of
light
within
was
warming
it
.
Expecting
,
even
hoping
,
that
something
dramatic
was
going
to
happen
,
something
exciting
that
might
make
their
long
and
dangerous
journey
worth
while
after
all
,
Harry
lifted
the
glass
ball
down
from
its
shelf
and
stared
at
it
.
Nothing
whatsoever
happened
.
The
others
moved
in
closer
around
Harry
,
gazing
at
the
orb
as
he
brushed
it
free
of
the
clogging
dust
.
And
then
,
from
right
behind
them
,
a
drawling
voice
spoke
.
'Ve
ry
good
,
Potter
.
Now
turn
around
,
nice
and
slowly
,
and
give
that
to
me
.
'
Black
shapes
were
emerging
out
of
thin
air
all
around
them
,
blocking
their
way
left
and
right
;
eyes
glinted
through
slits
in
hoods
,
a
dozen
lit
wand
tips
were
pointing
directly
at
their
hearts
;
Ginny
gave
a
gasp
of
horror
.
'
To
me
,
Potter
,
'
repeated
the
drawling
voice
of
Lucius
Malfoy
as
he
held
out
his
hand
,
palm
up
.
Harry
's
insides
plummeted
sickeningly
.
They
were
trapped
,
and
outnumbered
two
to
one
.
