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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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- Стр. 874/965
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She
did
not
move
;
she
merely
stared
at
him
,
the
tip
of
her
tongue
moistening
her
thin
mouth
.
'S
o
,
'
said
Harry
,
'
what
kind
of
prophecy
are
we
talking
about
,
anyway
?
'
He
could
not
think
what
to
do
but
to
keep
talking
.
Neville
's
arm
was
pressed
against
his
,
and
he
could
feel
him
shaking
;
he
could
feel
one
of
the
others
'
quickened
breath
on
the
back
of
his
head
.
He
was
hoping
they
were
all
thinking
hard
about
ways
to
get
out
of
this
,
because
his
mind
was
blank
.
'
What
kind
of
prophecy
?
'
repeated
Bellatrix
,
the
grin
fading
from
her
face
.
'
You
jest
,
Harry
Potter
.
'
'N
ope
,
not
jesting
,
'
said
Harry
,
his
eyes
flicking
from
Death
Eater
to
Death
Eater
,
looking
for
a
weak
link
,
a
space
through
which
they
could
escape
.
'
How
come
Voldemort
wants
it
?
Several
of
the
Death
Eaters
let
out
low
hisses
.
'
You
dare
speak
his
name
?
'
whispered
Bellatrix
.
'
Yeah
,
'
said
Harry
,
maintaining
his
tight
grip
on
the
glass
ball
,
expecting
another
attempt
to
bewitch
it
from
him
.
'
Yeah
,
I
've
got
no
problem
with
saying
Vol
--
'S
hut
your
mouth
!
'
Bellatrix
shrieked
.
'
You
dare
speak
his
name
with
your
unworthy
lips
,
you
dare
besmirch
it
with
your
half-blood
's
tongue
,
you
dare
--
'
