Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
The house of gaunt
HeplacedthePensieveonthedeskinfrontofHarry.
"Youlookworried."
HarryhadindeedbeeneyeingthePensievewithsomeapprehension.Hispreviousexperienceswiththeodddevicethatstoredandrevealedthoughtsandmemories,thoughhighlyinstructive,hadalsobeenuncomfortable.Thelasttimehehaddisturbeditscontents,hehadseenmuchmorethanhewouldhavewished.ButDumbledorewassmiling.
"Thistime,youenterthePensievewithme...and,evenmoreunusually,withpermission."
"Wherearewegoing,sir?"
"ForatripdownBobOgden’smemorylane,"saidDumbledore,pullingfromhispocketacrystalbottlecontainingaswirlingsilvery-whitesubstance.
"WhowasBobOgden?"
"HewasemployedbytheDepartmentofMagicalLawEnforcement,"saidDumbledore."Hediedsometimeago,butnotbeforeIhadtrackedhimdownandpersuadedhimtoconfidetheserecollectionstome.Weareabouttoaccompanyhimonavisithemadeinthecourseofhisduties.Ifyouwillstand,Harry..."
ButDumbledorewashavingdifficultypullingoutthestopperofthecrystalbottle:hisinjuredhandseemedstiffandpainful.
"Shall—shallI,sir?"
"Nomatter,Harry—"
Dumbledorepointedhiswandatthebottleandthecorkflewout.
"Sir—howdidyouinjureyourhand?"Harryaskedagain,lookingattheblackenedfingerswithamixtureofrevulsionandpity.
"Nowisnotthemomentforthatstory,Harry.Notyet.WehaveanappointmentwithBobOgden."
DumbledoretippedthesilverycontentsofthebottleintothePensieve,wheretheyswirledandshimmered,neitherliquidnorgas.
