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Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire :: Rowling Joanne Kathleen
Страница: 396 из 433Shock andexhaustion kept him on the ground, breathing in the smell of the grass, waiting…waiting for someone to do something…something to happen…and all the while, his scar burned dully on his forehead.…
A torrent of sound deafened and confused him; there were voices everywhere, footsteps, screams.…He remained where he was, his face screwed up against the noise, as though it were a nightmare that would pass.…
Then a pair of hands seized him roughly and turned him over.
"Harry! Harry !"
He opened his eyes.
He was looking up at the starry sky, and Albus Dumbledore was crouched over him. The dark shadows of a crowd of people pressed in around them, pushing nearer; Harry felt the ground beneath his head reverberating with their footsteps.
He had come back to the edge of the maze. He could see the stands rising above him, the shapes of people moving in them, the stars above.
Harry let go of the cup, but he clutched Cedric to him even more tightly. He raised his free hand and seized Dumbledore's wrist, while Dumbledore's face swam in and out of focus.
"He's back," Harry whispered. "He's back. Voldemort."
"What's going on? What's happened?"
The face of Cornelius Fudge appeared upside down over Harry; it looked white, appalled.
"My God — Diggory!" it whispered. "Dumbledore — he's dead!"
The words were repeated, the shadowy figures pressing in on them gasped it to those around them…and then others shouted it — screeched it — into the night — "He's dead!" "He's dead !" "Cedric Diggory! Dead !"
"Harry, let go of him," he heard Fudge's voice say, and he felt fingers trying to pry him from Cedric's limp body, but Harry wouldn't let him go. Then Dumbledore's face, which was still blurred and misted, came closer.
"Harry, you can't help him now. It's over. Let go."
"He wanted me to bring him back," Harry muttered — it seemed important to explain this. "He wanted me to bring him back to his parents.…"
"That's right. Harry…just let go now.…"
Dumbledore bent down, and with extraordinary strength for a man so old and thin, raised Harry from the ground and set -him on his feet. Harry swayed. His head was pounding. His injured leg would no longer support his weight. The crowd around them jostled, fighting to get closer, pressing darkly in on him — "What's happened?" "What's wrong with him?" " Diggory's dead !"
"He'll need to go to the hospital wing!" Fudge was saying loudly.
A torrent of sound deafened and confused him; there were voices everywhere, footsteps, screams.…He remained where he was, his face screwed up against the noise, as though it were a nightmare that would pass.…
Then a pair of hands seized him roughly and turned him over.
"Harry! Harry !"
He opened his eyes.
He was looking up at the starry sky, and Albus Dumbledore was crouched over him. The dark shadows of a crowd of people pressed in around them, pushing nearer; Harry felt the ground beneath his head reverberating with their footsteps.
He had come back to the edge of the maze. He could see the stands rising above him, the shapes of people moving in them, the stars above.
Harry let go of the cup, but he clutched Cedric to him even more tightly. He raised his free hand and seized Dumbledore's wrist, while Dumbledore's face swam in and out of focus.
"He's back," Harry whispered. "He's back. Voldemort."
"What's going on? What's happened?"
The face of Cornelius Fudge appeared upside down over Harry; it looked white, appalled.
"My God — Diggory!" it whispered. "Dumbledore — he's dead!"
The words were repeated, the shadowy figures pressing in on them gasped it to those around them…and then others shouted it — screeched it — into the night — "He's dead!" "He's dead !" "Cedric Diggory! Dead !"
"Harry, let go of him," he heard Fudge's voice say, and he felt fingers trying to pry him from Cedric's limp body, but Harry wouldn't let him go. Then Dumbledore's face, which was still blurred and misted, came closer.
"Harry, you can't help him now. It's over. Let go."
"He wanted me to bring him back," Harry muttered — it seemed important to explain this. "He wanted me to bring him back to his parents.…"
"That's right. Harry…just let go now.…"
Dumbledore bent down, and with extraordinary strength for a man so old and thin, raised Harry from the ground and set -him on his feet. Harry swayed. His head was pounding. His injured leg would no longer support his weight. The crowd around them jostled, fighting to get closer, pressing darkly in on him — "What's happened?" "What's wrong with him?" " Diggory's dead !"
"He'll need to go to the hospital wing!" Fudge was saying loudly.