Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
The Half-Blood Prince
"Haveyouevertakenit,sir?"askedMichaelCornerwithgreatinterest.
"Twiceinmylife,"saidSlughorn."OncewhenIwastwenty-four,oncewhenIwasfifty-seven.Twotablespoonfulstakenwithbreakfast.Twoperfectdays."
Hegazeddreamilyintothedistance.Whetherhewasplayactingornot,thoughtHarry,theeffectwasgood.
"Andthat,"saidSlughorn,apparentlycomingbacktoearth,"iswhatIshallbeofferingasaprizeinthislesson."
Therewassilenceinwhicheverybubbleandgurgleofthesurroundingpotionsseemedmagnifiedtenfold.
"OnetinybottleofFelixFelicis,"saidSlughorn,takingaminusculeglassbottlewithacorkinitoutofhispocketandshowingittothemall."Enoughfortwelvehours’luck.Fromdawntilldusk,youwillbeluckyineverythingyouattempt."
"Now,ImustgiveyouwarningthatFelixFelicisisabannedsubstanceinorganizedcompetition...sportingevents,forinstance,examinations,orelections.Sothewinneristouseitonanordinarydayonly...andwatchhowthatordinarydaybecomesextraordinary!"
"So,"saidSlughorn,suddenlybrisk,"howareyoutowinthisfabulousprize?Well,byturningtopagetenofAdvancedPotionMaking.Wehavealittleoveranhourlefttous,whichshouldbetimeforyoutomakeadecentattemptattheDraughtofLivingDeath.Iknowitismorecomplexthananythingyouhaveattemptedbefore,andIdonotexpectaperfectpotionfromanybody.Thepersonwhodoesbest,however,willwinlittleFelixhere.
