Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
The Half-Blood Prince
"Sir,youhaven’ttolduswhat’sinthisone,"saidErnieMacmillan,pointingatasmallblackcauldronstandingonSlughorn’sdesk.Thepotionwithinwassplashingaboutmerrily;itwasthecolorofmoltengold,andlargedropswereleapinglikegoldfishabovethesurface,thoughnotaparticlehadspilled.
"Oho,"saidSlughornagain.HarrywassurethatSlughornhadnotforgottenthepotionatall,buthadwaitedtobeaskedfordramaticeffect."Yes.That.Well,thatone,ladiesandgentlemen,isamostcuriouslittlepotioncalledFelixFelicis.Itakeit,"heturned,smiling,tolookatHermione,whohadletoutanaudiblegasp,"thatyouknowwhatFelixFelicisdoes,MissGranger?"
"It’sliquidluck,"saidHermioneexcitedly."Itmakesyoulucky!"
Thewholeclassseemedtositupalittlestraighter.NowallHarrycouldseeofMalfoywasthebackofhissleekblondhead,becausehewasatlastgivingSlughornhisfullandundividedattention.
"Quiteright,takeanothertenpointsforGryffindor.Yes,it’safunnylittlepotion,FelixFelicis,"saidSlughorn."Desperatelytrickytomake,anddisastroustogetwrong.However,ifbrewedcorrectly,asthishasbeen,youwillfindthatallyourendeavorstendtosucceed...atleastuntiltheeffectswearoff."
"Whydon’tpeopledrinkitallthetime,sir?"saidTerryBooteagerly.
"Becauseiftakeninexcess,itcausesgiddiness,recklessness,anddangerousoverconfidence,"saidSlughorn."Toomuchofagoodthing,youknow...highlytoxicinlargequantities.Buttakensparingly,andveryoccasionally..."
