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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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Everything
seemed
to
have
repaired
itself
during
the
Headmasters
absence
.
The
delicate
silver
instruments
stood
once
more
on
the
spindle-legged
tables
,
puffing
and
whirring
serenely
.
The
portraits
of
the
headmasters
and
headmistresses
were
snoozing
in
their
frames
,
heads
lolling
back
in
armchairs
or
against
the
edge
of
the
picture
.
Harry
looked
through
the
window
.
There
was
a
cool
line
of
pale
green
along
the
horizon
:
dawn
was
approaching
.
The
silence
and
the
stillness
,
broken
only
by
the
occasional
grunt
or
snuffle
of
a
sleeping
portrait
,
was
unbearable
to
him
.
If
his
surroundings
could
have
reflected
the
feelings
inside
him
,
the
pictures
would
have
been
screaming
in
pain
.
He
walked
around
the
quiet
,
beautiful
office
,
breathing
quickly
,
trying
not
to
think
.
But
he
had
to
think
...
there
was
no
escape
...
It
was
his
fault
Sirius
had
died
;
it
was
all
his
fault
.
If
he
,
Harry
,
had
not
been
stupid
enough
to
fall
for
Voldemort
's
trick
,
if
he
had
not
been
so
convinced
that
what
he
had
seen
in
his
dream
was
real
,
if
he
had
only
opened
his
mind
to
the
possibility
that
Voldemort
was
,
as
Hermione
had
said
,
banking
on
Harry
's
love
of
playing
the
hero
...
It
was
unbearable
,
he
would
not
think
about
it
,
he
could
not
stand
it
...
there
was
a
terrible
hollow
inside
him
he
did
not
want
to
feel
or
examine
,
a
dark
hole
where
Sirius
had
been
,
where
Sirius
had
vanished
;
he
did
not
want
to
have
to
be
alone
with
that
great
,
silent
space
,
he
could
not
stand
it
--
A
picture
behind
him
gave
a
particularly
loud
grunting
snore
,
and
a
cool
voice
said
,
'
Ah
...
Harry
Potter
...
'
Phineas
Nigellus
gave
a
long
yawn
,
stretching
his
arms
as
he
surveyed
Harry
out
of
shrewd
,
narrow
eyes
.
'
And
what
brings
you
here
in
the
early
hours
of
the
morning
?
'
said
Phineas
eventually
.
'
This
office
is
supposed
to
be
barred
to
all
but
the
rightful
Headmaster
.
Or
has
Dumbledore
sent
you
here
?
Oh
,
do
n't
tell
me
...
'
He
gave
another
shuddering
yawn
.
'
Another
message
for
my
worthless
great-great-grandson
?
'
Harry
could
not
speak
.
Phineas
Nigellus
did
not
know
that
Sirius
was
dead
,
but
Harry
could
not
tell
him
.
To
say
it
aloud
would
be
to
make
it
final
,
absolute
,
irretrievable
.
A
few
more
of
the
portraits
had
stirred
now
.
Terror
of
being
interrogated
made
Harry
stride
across
the
room
and
seize
the
doorknob
.
