Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
The house of gaunt
Hemighthavelookedcomical,buthedidnot;theeffectwasfrightening,andHarrycouldnotblameOgdenforbackingawayseveralmorepacesbeforehespoke.
"Er—goodmorning.I’mfromtheMinistryofMagic—"
"You’renotwelcome."
"Er—I’msorry...Idon’tunderstandyou,"saidOgdennervously.
HarrythoughtOgdenwasbeingextremelydim;thestrangerwasmakinghimselfveryclearinHarry’sopinion,particularlyashewasbrandishingawandinonehandandashortandratherbloodyknifeintheother.
"Youunderstandhim,I’msure,Harry?"saidDumbledorequietly.
"Yes,ofcourse,"saidHarry,slightlynonplussed."Whycan’tOgden—?"
Butashiseyesfoundthedeadsnakeonthedooragain,hesuddenlyunderstood.
"He’sspeakingParseltongue?"
"Verygood,"saidDumbledore,noddingandsmiling.
ThemaninragswasnowadvancingonOgden,knifeinonehand,wandintheother.
"Now,look—"Ogdenbegan,buttoolate:therewasabang,andOgdenwasontheground,clutchinghisnose,whileanastyyellowishgoosquirtedfrombetweenhisfingers.
"Morfin!"saidaloudvoice.
Anelderlymanhadcomehurryingoutofthecottage,bangingthedoorbehindhimsothatthedeadsnakeswungpathetically.Thismanwasshorterthanthefirst,andoddlyproportioned;hisshoulderswereverybroadandhisarmsoverlong,which,withhisbrightbrowneyes,shortscrubbyhair,andwrinkledface,gavehimthelookofapowerful,agedmonkey.Hecametoahaltbesidethemanwiththeknife,whowasnowcacklingwithlaughteratthesightofOgdenontheground.
