About the book: year / Having cast a private spell on the space around her, she coughs up tender petals and tries not to suffocate. Agony grows in the chest, pain pierces the lungs and it seems that the heart itself is no longer retreating. And Hermione winces from her grip and looks doomedly at the flower of a soft milky lily, which lies on the old parchment of an ancient book, on the page of which her sentence is written.