Гарри Поттер и Орден Феникса

The Lost Prophecy

           Itwasnotanorder,itwasarequest.

           Harryhesitated,thenwalkedslowlyacrosstheroomnowlitteredwithsilvercogsandfragmentsofwood,andtooktheseatfacingDumbledore’sdesk.

           ’AmItounderstand,’saidPhineasNigellusslowlyfromHarry’sleft,’thatmygreat-great-grandsonthelastoftheBlacksisdead?’

           ’Yes,Phineas,’saidDumbledore.

           ’Idon’tbelieveit,’saidPhineasbrusquely.

           HarryturnedhisheadintimetoseePhineasmarchingoutofhisportraitandknewthathehadgonetovisithisotherpaintinginGrimmauldPlace.Hewouldwalk,perhaps,fromportraittoportrait,callingforSiriusthroughthehouse...

           ’Harry,Ioweyouanexplanation,’saidDumbledore.’Anexplanationofanoldman’smistakes.ForIseenowthatwhatIhavedone,andnotdone,withregardtoyou,bearsallthehallmarksofthefailingsofage.Youthcannotknowhowagethinksandfeels.Butoldmenareguiltyiftheyforgetwhatitwastobeyoung...andIseemtohaveforgotten,lately...

           Thesunwasrisingproperlynow;therewasarimofdazzlingorangevisibleoverthemountainsandtheskyaboveitwascolourlessandbright.ThelightfelluponDumbledore,uponthesilverofhiseyebrowsandbeard,uponthelinesgougeddeeplyintohislace.

           ’Iguessed,fifteenyearsago,’saidDumbledore,’whenIsawthescaronyourforehead,whatitmightmean.IguessedthatitmightbethesignofaconnectionforgedbetweenyouandVoldemort.

           ’You’vetoldmethisbefore,Professor,’saidHarrybluntly.

Настройки
Фон страницы
Размер шрифта
Межстрочный интервал
Фразовые глаголы
Показать / Скрыть меню
Шрифт
Roboto Lora
Уведомления
Страница 981 из 1035