Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
The house of gaunt
Herhairwaslankanddullandshehadaplain,pale,ratherheavyface.Hereyes,likeherbrother’s,staredinoppositedirections.Shelookedalittlecleanerthanthetwomen,butHarrythoughthehadneverseenamoredefeated-lookingperson.
"M’daughter,Merope,"saidGauntgrudgingly,asOgdenlookedinquiringlytowardher.
"Goodmorning,"saidOgden.
Shedidnotanswer,butwithafrightenedglanceatherfatherturnedherbackontheroomandcontinuedshiftingthepotsontheshelfbehindher.
"Well,Mr.Gaunt,"saidOgden,"togetstraighttothepoint,wehavereasontobelievethatyourson,Morfin,performedmagicinfrontofaMugglelatelastnight."
Therewasadeafeningclang.Meropehaddroppedoneofthepots.
"Pickitup!"Gauntbellowedather."That’sit,grubonthefloorlikesomefilthyMuggle,what’syourwandfor,youuselesssackofmuck?"
"Mr.Gaunt,please!"saidOgdeninashockedvoice,asMerope,whohadalreadypickedupthepot,flushedblotchilyscarlet,losthergriponthepotagain,drewherwandshakilyfromherpocket,pointeditatthepot,andmutteredahasty,inaudiblespellthatcausedthepottoshootacrossthefloorawayfromher,hittheoppositewall,andcrackintwo.
Morfinletoutamadcackleoflaughter.Gauntscreamed,"Mendit,youpointlesslump,mendit!"
Meropestumbledacrosstheroom,butbeforeshehadtimetoraiseherwand,Ogdenhadliftedhisownandsaidfirmly,"Reparo."Thepotmendeditselfinstantly.
