Гарри Поттер и тайная комната
At Flourish and Blotts
"Iunderstand,sir,ofcourse,"saidMr.Borgin."Letmesee..."
"CanIhavethat?"interruptedDraco,pointingatthewitheredhandonitscushion.
"Ah,theHandofGlory!"saidMr.Borgin,abandoningMr.Malfoy’slistandscurryingovertoDraco."Insertacandleanditgiveslightonlytotheholder!Bestfriendofthievesandplunderers!Yoursonhasfinetaste,sir."
"Ihopemysonwillamounttomorethanathieforaplunderer,Borgin,"saidMr.Malfoycoldly, andMr.Borginsaidquickly,"Nooffense,sir,nooffensemeant—"
"Thoughifhisgradesdon’tpickup,"saidMr.Malfoy,morecoldlystill,"thatmayindeedbeallheisfitfor—"
"It’snotmyfault,"retortedDraco."Theteachersallhavefavorites,thatHermioneGranger—"
"Iwouldhavethoughtyou’dbeashamedthatagirlofnowizardfamilybeatyouineveryexam,"snappedMr.Malfoy.
"Ha!"saidHarryunderhisbreath,pleasedtoseeDracolookingbothabashedandangry.
"It’sthesameallover,"saidMr.Borgin,inhisoilyvoice."Wizardbloodiscountingforlesseverywhere—"
"Notwithme,"saidMr.Malfoy,hislongnostrilsflaring.
"No,sir,norwithme,sir,"saidMr.Borgin,withadeepbow.
