Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
The Half-Blood Prince
"Harry,"Erniesaidportentously,holdingouthishandasHarryapproached,"didn’tgetachancetospeakinDefenseAgainstTheDarkArtsthismorning.Goodlesson,Ithought,butShieldCharmsareoldhat,ofcourse,forusoldD.A.lags...Andhowareyou,Ron—Hermione?"
Beforetheycouldsaymorethan"fine,"thedungeondooropenedandSlughorn’sbellyprecededhimoutofthedoor.Astheyfiledintotheroom,hisgreatwalrusmustachecurvedabovehisbeamingmouth,andhegreetedHarryandZabiniwithparticularenthusiasm.
Thedungeonwas,mostunusually,alreadyfullofvaporsandoddsmells.Harry,Ron,andHermionesniffedinterestedlyastheypassedlarge,bubblingcauldrons.ThefourSlytherinstookatabletogether,asdidthefourRavenclaws.ThisleftHarry,Ron,andHermionetoshareatablewithErnie.Theychosetheonenearestagold-coloredcauldronthatwasemittingoneofthemostseductivescentsHarryhadeverinhaled:somehowitremindedhimsimultaneouslyoftreacletart,thewoodysmellofabroomstickhandle,andsomethingfloweryhethoughthemighthavesmelledattheBurrow.Hefoundthathewasbreathingveryslowlyanddeeplyandthatthepotion’sfumesseemedtobefillinghimuplikedrink.Agreatcontentmentstoleoverhim;hegrinnedacrossatRon,whogrinnedbacklazily.
"Nowthen,nowthen,nowthen,"saidSlughorn,whosemassiveoutlinewasquiveringthroughthemanyshimmeringvapors."Scalesout,everyone,andpotionkits,anddon’tforgetyourcopiesofAdvancedPotion-Making..."
"Sir?"saidHarry,raisinghishand.
