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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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Harry
remained
quite
still
for
a
moment
,
then
hurled
the
mirror
back
into
the
trunk
where
it
shattered
.
He
had
been
convinced
,
for
a
whole
,
shining
minute
,
that
he
was
going
to
see
Sirius
,
talk
to
him
again
...
Disappointment
was
burning
in
his
throat
;
he
got
up
and
began
throwing
his
things
pell-mell
into
the
trunk
on
top
of
the
broken
mirror
--
But
then
an
idea
struck
him
...
a
better
idea
than
a
mirror
...
a
much
bigger
,
more
important
idea
...
how
had
he
never
thought
of
it
before
--
why
had
he
never
asked
?
He
was
sprinting
out
of
the
dormitory
and
down
the
spiral
staircase
,
hitting
the
walls
as
he
ran
and
barely
noticing
;
he
hurtled
across
the
empty
common
room
,
through
the
portrait
hole
and
off
along
the
corridor
,
ignoring
the
Fat
Lady
,
who
called
after
him
:
'
The
feast
is
about
to
start
,
you
know
,
you
're
cutting
it
very
fine
!
'
But
Harry
had
no
intention
of
going
to
the
feast
...
How
could
it
be
that
the
place
was
full
of
ghosts
whenever
you
did
n't
need
one
,
yet
now
...
He
ran
down
staircases
and
along
corridors
and
met
nobody
either
alive
or
dead
.
They
were
all
,
clearly
,
in
the
Great
Hall
.
Outside
his
Charms
classroom
he
came
to
a
halt
,
panting
and
thinking
disconsolately
that
he
would
have
to
wait
until
later
,
until
after
the
end
of
the
feast
...
But
just
as
he
had
given
up
hope
,
he
saw
it
--
a
translucent
somebody
drifting
across
the
end
of
the
corridor
.
'
Hey
--
hey
,
Nick
!
NICK
!
'
The
ghost
stuck
its
head
back
out
of
the
wall
,
revealing
the
extravagantly
plumed
hat
and
dangerously
wobbling
head
of
Sir
Nicholas
de
Mimsy-Porpington
.
