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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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It
would
not
turn
.
He
was
shut
in
.
'
I
hope
this
means
,
'
said
the
corpulent
,
red-nosed
wizard
who
hung
on
the
wall
behind
the
Headmasters
desk
,
'
that
Dumbledore
will
soon
be
back
among
us
?
'
Harry
turned
.
The
wizard
was
surveying
him
with
great
interest
.
Harry
nodded
.
He
tugged
again
on
the
doorknob
behind
his
back
,
but
it
remained
immovable
.
'
Oh
good
,
'
said
the
wizard
.
'
It
has
been
very
dull
without
him
,
very
dull
indeed
.
'
He
settled
himself
on
the
throne-like
chair
on
which
he
had
been
painted
and
smiled
benignly
upon
Harry
.
'D
umbledore
thinks
very
highly
of
you
,
as
I
am
sure
you
know
,
'
he
said
comfortably
.
'
Oh
yes
.
Holds
you
in
great
esteem
.
'
The
guilt
filling
the
whole
of
Harry
's
chest
like
some
monstrous
,
weighty
parasite
,
now
writhed
and
squirmed
.
Harry
could
not
stand
this
,
he
could
not
stand
being
himself
any
more
...
he
had
never
felt
more
trapped
inside
his
own
head
and
body
,
never
wished
so
intensely
that
he
could
be
somebody
,
anybody
else
...
The
empty
fireplace
burst
into
emerald
green
flame
,
making
Harry
leap
away
from
the
door
,
staring
at
the
man
spinning
inside
the
grate
.
As
Dumbledore
's
tall
form
unfolded
itself
from
the
fire
,
the
wizards
and
witches
on
the
surrounding
walls
jerked
awake
,
many
of
them
giving
cries
of
welcome
.
'
Thank
you
,
'
said
Dumbledore
softly
.
He
did
not
look
at
Harry
at
first
,
but
walked
over
to
the
perch
beside
the
door
and
withdrew
,
from
an
inside
pocket
of
his
robes
,
the
tiny
,
ugly
,
featherless
Fawkes
,
whom
he
placed
gently
on
the
tray
of
soft
ashes
beneath
the
golden
post
where
the
full-grown
Fawkes
usually
stood
.
