Locus ubi mortui docent vivos.
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upd: Либо ролик поддельный, либо Роулинг читает оно самое...
P.S. Кажется, я сегодня так и не позавтракаю...
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Пффф... Нафига оставлены в живых Малфои? Кому оне нафик нужны?
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Что еще можно сказать по этому поводу? Остается только читать книгу и надеяться, что она не так плоха, как в пересказе и в анонсах...

Текст на английском
Пересказ всех глав
Перевод первых глав
Видео, где Роулинг зачитывает первые строки книги на премьере
Ночью буду качать и смотреть ролик. Но ведь его тоже можно подделать

upd: Либо ролик поддельный, либо Роулинг читает оно самое...
P.S. Кажется, я сегодня так и не позавтракаю...
_______________________
Пффф... Нафига оставлены в живых Малфои? Кому оне нафик нужны?

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Что еще можно сказать по этому поводу? Остается только читать книгу и надеяться, что она не так плоха, как в пересказе и в анонсах...


Тори, у тебя же есть оригинальная книга?
Совпадает, например, 7 глава?
The Will of Albus Dumbledore
He was walking along a mountain road in the cool blue light of dawn. Far below, swathed in mist, was the shadow of a small town. Was the man he sought down there, the man he needed so badly he could think of little else, the man who held the answer, the answer to his problem...?
"Oi, wake up."
Harry opened his eyes. He was lying again on the camp bed in Ron's dingy attic room. The sun had not yet risen and the room was still shadowy. Pigwidgeon was asleep with his head under his tiny wing. The scar on Harry's forehead was prickling.
"You were muttering in your sleep."
"Was I?"
"Yeah. 'Gregorovitch.' You kept saying 'Gregorovitch.'"
Harry was not wearing his glasses; Ron's face appeared slightly blurred.
"Who's Gregorovitch?"
"I dunno, do I?" You were the one saying it."
Или это?
Chapter Twenty
Xenophilius Lovegood
Harry had not expected Hermione's anger to abate over night and was therefore unsurprised that she communicated mainly by dirty looks and pointed silences the next morning. Ron responded by maintaining an unnaturally somber demeanor in her presence as an outward sign of continuing remorse. In fact, when all three of them were together Harry felt like the only non-mourner at a poorly attended funeral. During those few moments he spent alone with Harry, however (collecting water and searching the undergrowth for mushrooms). Ron became shamelessly cheery. "Someone helped us," he kept saying, "Someone sent that doe, Someone's on our side, One Horcrux down, mate!" Bolstered by the destruction of the locket they set to debating the possible locations of the other Horcruxes and even though they had discussed the matter so often before. Harry felt optimistic, certain that more breakthroughs would succeed the first. Hermione's sulkiness could not mar his buoyant spirits; The sudden upswing in their fortunes, the appearance of the mysterious due, the recovery of Gryffindor’s sword, and above all, Ron's return made Harry so happy that it was quite difficult to maintain a straight face. Late in the afternoon he and Ron escaped Hermione's baleful presence again and under the pretense of scouring the bare hedges for nonexistent blackberries, they continued their ongoing exchange of news. Harry had finally managed to tell Ron the whole story of his and Hermione's various wanderings, right up to the full story of what had happened at Godric's Hollow; Ron was now filling Harry in on everything he had discovered about the wider Wizarding world during his weeks away.
Нужен Драко, остальные ненужная мелочь