Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
The house of gaunt
Thejinglingandcloppingsoundswerenowgrowingfainteragain.
"’Darling,’"whisperedMorfininParseltongue,lookingathissister."’Darling,hecalledher.Sohewouldn’thaveyouanyway."
MeropewassowhiteHarryfeltsureshewasgoingtofaint.
"What’sthat?"saidGauntsharply,alsoinParseltongue,lookingfromhissontohisdaughter."Whatdidyousay,Morfin?"
"ShelikeslookingatthatMuggle,"saidMorfin,aviciousexpressiononhisfaceashestaredathissister,whonowlookedterrified."Alwaysinthegardenwhenhepasses,peeringthroughthehedgeathim,isn’tshe?Andlastnight—"
Meropeshookherheadjerkily,imploringly,butMorfinwentonruthlessly,"Hangingoutofthewindowwaitingforhimtoridehome,wasn’tshe?"
"HangingoutofthewindowtolookataMuggle?"saidGauntquietly.
AllthreeoftheGauntsseemedtohaveforgottenOgden,whowaslookingbothbewilderedandirritatedatthisrenewedoutbreakofincomprehensiblehissingandrasping.
"Isittrue?"saidGauntinadeadlyvoice,advancingasteportwotowardtheterrifiedgirl."Mydaughter—pure-bloodeddescendantofSalazarSlytherin—hankeringafterafilthy,dirt-veinedMuggle?"
Meropeshookherheadfrantically,pressingherselfintothewall,apparentlyunabletospeak.
"ButIgothim,Father!"cackledMorfin."Igothimashewentbyandhedidn’tlooksoprettywithhivesalloverhim,didhe,Merope?"
"YoudisgustinglittleSquib,youfilthylittlebloodtraitor!"roaredGaunt,losingcontrol,andhishandsclosedaroundhisdaughter’sthroat.
