Harry was thinking himself back . He had been looking into Umbridge 's face ... his scar had hurt ... and he had had that odd feeling in his stomach ... a strange , leaping feeling ... a happy feeling ... but of course , he had not recognised it for what it was , as he had been feeling so miserable himself ...
Гарри думал о себе. Он смотрел в лицо Амбридж... его шрам болел... и у него было странное чувство в животе... странное, подпрыгивающее чувство... счастливое чувство... но, конечно, он не узнал, что это было, так как он сам чувствовал себя таким несчастным...
