Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
The Half-Blood Prince
"Harry,m’boy?"
"Ihaven’tgotabookorscalesoranything—nor’sRon—wedidn’trealizewe’dbeabletodotheN.E.W.T.,yousee—"
"Ah,yes,ProfessorMcGonagalldidmention...nottoworry,mydearboy,nottoworryatall.Youcanuseingredientsfromthestorecupboardtoday,andI’msurewecanlendyousomescales,andwe’vegotasmallstockofoldbookshere,they’lldountilyoucanwritetoFlourishandBlotts..."
Slughornstrodeovertoacornercupboardand,afteramoment’sforaging,emergedwithtwoverybattered-lookingcopiesofAdvancedPotion-MakingbyLibatiusBorage,whichhegavetoHarryandRonalongwithtwosetsoftarnishedscales.
"Nowthen,"saidSlughorn,returningtothefrontoftheclassandinflatinghisalreadybulgingchestsothatthebuttonsonhiswaistcoatthreatenedtoburstoff,"I’vepreparedafewpotionsforyoutohavealookat,justoutofinterest,youknow.ThesearethekindofthingyououghttobeabletomakeaftercompletingyourN.E.W.T.s.Yououghttohaveheardof’em,evenifyouhaven’tmade’emyet.Anyonetellmewhatthisoneis?"
HeindicatedthecauldronnearesttheSlytherintable.Harryraisedhimselfslightyinhisseatandsawwhatlookedlikeplainwaterboilingawayinsideit.
Hermione’swell-practicedhandhittheairbeforeanybodyelse’s;Slughornpointedather.
"It’sVeritaserum,acolorless,odorlesspotiontharforcesthedrinkertotellthetruth,"saidHermione.
"Verygood,verygood!"saidSlughornhappily.
