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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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'
...
and
none
will
come
after
...
'
said
the
figure
of
a
young
woman
.
The
two
figures
that
had
burst
from
the
shattered
spheres
had
melted
into
thin
air
.
Nothing
remained
of
them
or
their
erstwhile
homes
but
fragments
of
glass
upon
the
floor
.
They
had
,
however
,
given
Harry
an
idea
.
The
problem
was
going
to
be
conveying
it
to
the
others
.
'
You
have
n't
told
me
what
's
so
special
about
this
prophecy
I
'm
supposed
to
be
handing
over
,
'
he
said
,
playing
for
time
.
He
moved
his
foot
slowly
sideways
,
feeling
around
for
someone
else
's
.
'D
o
not
play
games
with
us
,
Potter
,
'
said
Malfoy
.
'
I
'm
not
playing
games
,
'
said
Harry
,
half
his
mind
on
the
conversation
,
half
on
his
wandering
foot
.
And
then
he
found
someone
's
toes
and
pressed
down
upon
them
.
A
sharp
intake
of
breath
behind
him
told
him
they
were
Hermione
's
.
'
What
?
'
she
whispered
.
'D
umbledore
never
told
you
the
reason
you
bear
that
scar
was
hidden
in
the
bowels
of
the
Department
of
Mysteries
?
'
Malfoy
sneered
.
'
I
--
what
?
'
said
Harry
.
And
for
a
moment
he
quite
forgot
his
plan
.
'
What
about
my
scar
?
'
'
What
?
'
whispered
Hermione
more
urgently
behind
him
.
'
Can
this
be
?
'
said
Malfoy
,
sounding
maliciously
delighted
;
some
of
the
Death
Eaters
were
laughing
again
,
and
under
cover
of
their
laughter
,
Harry
hissed
to
Hermione
,
moving
his
lips
as
little
as
possible
,
'S
mash
shelves
--
'
