Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
The slug club
AsHarrypassedthewindow,hesawherdeepindeterminedconversationwithherfriendMarietta,whowaswearingaverythicklayerofmakeupthatdidnotentirelyobscuretheoddformationofpimplesstilletchedacrossherface.Smirkingslightly,Harrypushedon.
WhentheyreachedcompartmentC,theysawatoncethattheywerenotSlughorn’sonlyinvitees,althoughjudgingbytheenthusiasmofSlughorn’swelcome,Harrywasthemostwarmlyanticipated.
"Harry,m’boy!"saidSlughorn,jumpingupatthesightofhimsothathisgreatvelvet-coveredbellyseemedtofillalltheremainingspaceinthecompartment.Hisshinybaldheadandgreatsilverymustachegleamedasbrightlyinthesunlightasthegoldenbuttonsonhiswaistcoat."Goodtoseeyou,goodtoseeyou!AndyoumustbeMr.Longbottom!"
Nevillenodded,lookingscared.AtagesturefromSlughorn,theysatdownoppositeeachotherintheonlytwoemptyseats,whichwerenearestthedoor.Harryglancedaroundattheirfellowguests.HerecognizedaSlytherinfromtheiryear,atallblackboywithhighcheekbonesandlong,slantingeyes;therewerealsotwoseventh-yearboysHarrydidnotknowand,squashedinthecornerbesideSlughornandlookingasthoughshewasnotentirelysurehowshehadgotthere,Ginny.
"Now,doyouknoweveryone?"SlughornaskedHarryandNeville."BlaiseZabiniisinyouryear,ofcourse—"
Zabinididnotmakeanysignofrecognitionorgreeting,nordidHarryorNeville:GryffindorandSlytherinstudentsloathedeachotheronprinciple.
