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- Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса
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Harry
opened
his
eyes
.
If
they
had
reached
water-skiing
budgerigars
,
there
would
be
nothing
else
worth
hearing
.
He
rolled
cautiously
on
to
his
front
and
raised
himself
on
to
his
knees
and
elbows
,
preparing
to
crawl
out
from
under
the
window
.
He
had
moved
about
two
inches
when
several
things
happened
in
very
quick
succession
.
A
loud
,
echoing
crack
broke
the
sleepy
silence
like
a
gunshot
;
a
cat
streaked
out
from
under
a
parked
car
and
flew
out
of
sight
;
a
shriek
,
a
bellowed
oath
and
the
sound
of
breaking
china
came
from
the
Dursleys
'
living
room
,
and
as
though
this
was
the
signal
Harry
had
been
waiting
for
he
jumped
to
his
feet
,
at
the
same
time
pulling
from
the
waistband
of
his
jeans
a
thin
wooden
wand
as
if
he
were
unsheathing
a
sword
--
but
before
he
could
draw
himself
up
to
full
height
,
the
top
of
his
head
collided
with
the
Dursleys
'
open
window
.
The
resultant
crash
made
Aunt
Petunia
scream
even
louder
.
Harry
felt
as
though
his
head
had
been
split
in
two
.
Eyes
streaming
,
he
swayed
,
trying
to
focus
on
the
street
to
spot
the
source
of
the
noise
,
but
he
had
barely
staggered
upright
when
two
large
purple
hands
reached
through
the
open
window
and
closed
tightly
around
his
throat
.
'
Put
--
it
--
away
!
'
Uncle
Vernon
snarled
into
Harry
's
ear
.
'N
ow
!
Before
--
anyone
--
sees
!
'
'
Get
--
off
--
me
!
'
Harry
gasped
.
For
a
few
seconds
they
struggled
,
Harry
pulling
at
his
uncle
's
sausage-like
fingers
with
his
left
hand
,
his
right
maintaining
a
firm
grip
on
his
raised
wand
;
then
,
as
the
pain
in
the
top
of
Harry
's
head
gave
a
particularly
nasty
throb
,
Uncle
Vernon
yelped
and
released
Harry
as
though
he
had
received
an
electric
shock
.
Some
invisible
force
seemed
to
have
surged
through
his
nephew
,
making
him
impossible
to
hold
.
Panting
,
Harry
fell
forwards
over
the
hydrangea
bush
,
straightened
up
and
stared
around
.
There
was
no
sign
of
what
had
caused
the
loud
cracking
noise
,
but
there
were
several
faces
peering
through
various
nearby
windows
.
Harry
stuffed
his
wand
hastily
back
into
his
jeans
and
tried
to
look
innocent
.
'
Lovely
evening
!
'
shouted
Uncle
Vernon
,
waving
at
Mrs.
Number
Seven
opposite
,
who
was
glaring
from
behind
her
net
curtains
.
'D
id
you
hear
that
car
backfire
just
now
?
Gave
Petunia
and
me
quite
a
turn
!
'
He
continued
to
grin
in
a
horrible
,
manic
way
until
all
the
curious
neighbours
had
disappeared
from
their
various
windows
,
then
the
grin
became
a
grimace
of
rage
as
he
beckoned
Harry
back
towards
him
.
