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Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire :: Rowling Joanne Kathleen
Страница: 393 из 433The closer that bead moved, the harder Harry's wand vibrated; he was sure his wand would not survive contact with it; it felt as though it was about to shatter under his fingers -
He concentrated every last particle of his mind upon forcing the bead back toward Voldemort, his ears full of phoenixsong, his eyes furious, fixed…and slowly, very slowly, the beads quivered to a halt, and then, just as slowly, they began to move the other way…and it was Voldemort's wand that was vibrating extra-hard now…Voldemort who looked astonished, and almost fearful.…
One of the beads of light was quivering, inches from the tip of Voldemort's wand. Harry didn't understand why he was doing it, didn't know what it might achieve…but he now concentrated as he had never done in his life on forcing that bead of light right back into Voldemort's wand…and slowly…very slowly…it moved along the golden thread…it trembled for a moment…and then it connected.…
At once, Voldemort's wand began to emit echoing screams of pain…then — Voldemort's red eyes widened with shock — a dense, smoky hand flew out of the tip of it and vanished…the ghost of the hand he had made Wormtail…more shouts of pain…and then something much larger began to blossom from Voldemort's wand tip, a great, grayish something, that looked as though it were made of the solidest, densest smoke.…It was a head…now a chest and arms…the torso of Cedric Diggory.
If ever Harry might have released his wand from shock, it would have been then, but instinct kept him clutching his wand tightly, so that the thread of golden light remained unbroken, even though the thick gray ghost of Cedric Diggory (was it a ghost? it looked so solid) emerged in its entirety from the end of Voldemort's wand, as though it were squeezing itself out of a very narrow tunnel…and this shade of Cedric stood up, and looked up and down the golden thread of light, and spoke.
"Hold on. Harry," it said.
Its voice was distant and echoing. Harry looked at Voldemort…his wide red eyes were still shocked…he had no more expected this than Harry had…and, very dimly. Harry heard the frightened yells of the Death Eaters, prowling around the edges of the golden dome.
More screams of pain from the wand…and then something else emerged from its tip…the dense shadow of a second head, quickly followed by arms and torso…an old man Harry had seen only in a dream was now pushing himself out of the end of the wand just as Cedric had done…and his ghost, or his shadow, or whatever it was, fell next to Cedric's, and surveyed Harry and Voldemort, and the golden web, and the connected wands, with mild surprise, leaning on his walking stick.…
"He was a real wizard, then?" the old man said, his eyes on Voldemort. "Killed me, that one did.…You fight him, boy.
He concentrated every last particle of his mind upon forcing the bead back toward Voldemort, his ears full of phoenixsong, his eyes furious, fixed…and slowly, very slowly, the beads quivered to a halt, and then, just as slowly, they began to move the other way…and it was Voldemort's wand that was vibrating extra-hard now…Voldemort who looked astonished, and almost fearful.…
One of the beads of light was quivering, inches from the tip of Voldemort's wand. Harry didn't understand why he was doing it, didn't know what it might achieve…but he now concentrated as he had never done in his life on forcing that bead of light right back into Voldemort's wand…and slowly…very slowly…it moved along the golden thread…it trembled for a moment…and then it connected.…
At once, Voldemort's wand began to emit echoing screams of pain…then — Voldemort's red eyes widened with shock — a dense, smoky hand flew out of the tip of it and vanished…the ghost of the hand he had made Wormtail…more shouts of pain…and then something much larger began to blossom from Voldemort's wand tip, a great, grayish something, that looked as though it were made of the solidest, densest smoke.…It was a head…now a chest and arms…the torso of Cedric Diggory.
If ever Harry might have released his wand from shock, it would have been then, but instinct kept him clutching his wand tightly, so that the thread of golden light remained unbroken, even though the thick gray ghost of Cedric Diggory (was it a ghost? it looked so solid) emerged in its entirety from the end of Voldemort's wand, as though it were squeezing itself out of a very narrow tunnel…and this shade of Cedric stood up, and looked up and down the golden thread of light, and spoke.
"Hold on. Harry," it said.
Its voice was distant and echoing. Harry looked at Voldemort…his wide red eyes were still shocked…he had no more expected this than Harry had…and, very dimly. Harry heard the frightened yells of the Death Eaters, prowling around the edges of the golden dome.
More screams of pain from the wand…and then something else emerged from its tip…the dense shadow of a second head, quickly followed by arms and torso…an old man Harry had seen only in a dream was now pushing himself out of the end of the wand just as Cedric had done…and his ghost, or his shadow, or whatever it was, fell next to Cedric's, and surveyed Harry and Voldemort, and the golden web, and the connected wands, with mild surprise, leaning on his walking stick.…
"He was a real wizard, then?" the old man said, his eyes on Voldemort. "Killed me, that one did.…You fight him, boy.