Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
The slug club
"ThisisCormacMcLaggen,perhapsyou’vecomeacrosseachother—?No?"
McLaggen,alarge,wiry-hairedyouth,raisedahand,andHarryandNevillenoddedbackathim.
"—andthisisMarcusBelby,Idon’tknowwhether—?"
Belby,whowasthinandnervous-looking,gaveastrainedsmile.
"—andthischarmingyoungladytellsmesheknowsyou!"Slughornfinished.
GinnygrimacedatHarryandNevillefrombehindSlughorn’sback.
"Wellnow,thisismostpleasant,"saidSlughorncozily."Achancetogettoknowyouallalittlebetter.Here,takeanapkin.I’vepackedmyownlunch;thetrolley,asIrememberit,isheavyonLicoriceWands,andapooroldman’sdigestivesystemisn’tquiteuptosuchthings...Pheasant,Belby?"
Belbystarted,andacceptedwhatlookedlikehalfacoldpheasant.
"IwasjusttellingyoungMarcusherethatIhadthepleasureofteachinghisUncleDamocles,"SlughorntoldHarryandNeville,nowpassingaroundabasketofrolls."Outstandingwizard,outstanding,andhisOrderofMerlinmostwell-deserved.Doyouseemuchofyouruncle,Marcus?"
Unfortunately,Beibyhadjusttakenalargemouthfulofpheasant;inhishastetoanswerSlughornheswallowedtoofast,turnedpurple,andbegantochoke.
"Anapneo,"saidSlughorncalmly,pointinghiswandatBelby,whoseairwayseemedtoclearatonce.
"Not...notmuchofhim,no,"gaspedBelby,hiseyesstreaming.
"Well,ofcourse,Idaresayhe’sbusy,"saidSlughorn,lookingquestioninglyatBelby."IdoubtheinventedtheWolfsbanePotionwithoutconsiderablehardwork!"
"Isuppose...
