Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
The slug club
Malfoylookedangry,butforcedoutasingularlyhumorlesslaugh.
"Well,whocareswhathe’sinterestedin?Whatishe,whenyoucomedowntoit?Justsomestupidteacher."Malfoyyawnedostentatiously."Imean,ImightnotevenbeatHogwartsnextyear,what’sitmattertomeifsomefatoldhas-beenlikesmeornot?"
"Whatdoyoumean,youmightnotbeatHogwartsnextyear?"saidPansyindignantly,ceasinggroomingMalfoyatonce.
"Well,youneverknow,"saidMalfoywiththeghostofasmirk."Imighthave—er—movedontobiggerandbetterthings."
Crouchedintheluggagerackunderhiscloak,Harry’sheartbegantorace.WhatwouldRonandHermionesayaboutthis?CrabbeandGoyleweregawpingatMalfoy;apparentlytheyhadhadnoinklingofanyplanstomoveontobiggerandbetterthings.EvenZabinihadallowedalookofcuriositytomarhishaughtyfeatures.PansyresumedtheslowstrokingofMalfoyshair,lookingdumbfounded.
"Doyoumean—Him"
Malfoyshrugged.
"Motherwantsmetocompletemyeducation,butpersonally,Idon’tseeitasthatimportantthesedays.Imean,thinkaboutit...WhentheDarkLordtakesover,ishegoingtocarehowmanyO.W.L.sorN.E.W.T.sanyone’sgot?Ofcourseheisn’t...it’llbeallaboutthekindofservicehereceived,thelevelofdevotionhewasshown."
"Andyouthinkyou’llbeabletodosomethingforhim?"askedZabiniscathingly."Sixteenyearsoldandnotevenfullyqualifiedyet?"
"I’vejustsaid,haven’tI?Maybehedoesn’tcareifI’mqualified.
