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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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'
Yes
,
'
said
Neville
,
trying
to
pull
himself
up
.
'
And
Ron
?
'
'
I
dink
he
's
all
righd
--
he
was
still
fighding
de
brain
when
I
lefd
--
'
The
stone
floor
between
them
exploded
as
a
spell
hit
it
,
leaving
a
crater
right
where
Neville
's
hand
had
been
only
seconds
before
;
both
scrambled
away
from
the
spot
,
then
a
thick
arm
came
out
of
nowhere
,
seized
Harry
around
the
neck
and
pulled
him
upright
,
so
that
his
toes
were
barely
touching
the
floor
.
'
Give
it
to
me
,
'
growled
a
voice
in
his
ear
,
'
give
me
the
prophecy
--
'
The
man
was
pressing
so
tightly
on
Harry
's
windpipe
that
he
could
not
breathe
.
Through
watering
eyes
he
saw
Sirius
duelling
with
a
Death
Eater
some
ten
feet
away
;
Kingsley
was
fighting
two
at
once
;
Tonks
,
still
halfway
up
the
tiered
seats
,
was
firing
spells
down
at
Bellatrix
--
nobody
seemed
to
realise
that
Harry
was
dying
.
He
turned
his
wand
backwards
towards
the
man
's
side
,
but
had
no
breath
to
utter
an
incantation
,
and
the
man
's
free
hand
was
groping
towards
the
hand
in
which
Harry
was
grasping
the
prophecy
--
'
'
AARGH
!
'
Neville
had
come
lunging
out
of
nowhere
;
unable
to
articulate
a
spell
,
he
had
jabbed
Hermione
's
wand
hard
into
the
eyehole
of
the
Death
Eater
's
mask
.
The
man
relinquished
Harry
at
once
with
a
howl
of
pain
.
Harry
whirled
around
to
face
him
and
gasped
:
'S
TUPEFY
!
'
