Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Hermione’s helping hand
HermionesparedhimonelookofdisdainbeforeturningbacktoHarry.
"Everyoneknowsyou’vebeentellingthetruthnow,don’tthey?ThewholeWizardingworldhashadtoadmitthatyouwererightaboutVoldemortbeingbackandthatyoureallyhavefoughthimtwiceinthelasttwoyearsandescapedbothtimes.Andnowthey’recallingyou’theChosenOne’—well,comeon,can’tyouseewhypeoplearefascinatedbyyou?"
HarrywasfindingtheGreatHallveryhotallofasudden,eventhoughtheceilingstilllookedcoldandrainy.
"Andyou’vebeenthroughallthatpersecutionfromtheMinistrywhentheyweretryingtomakeoutyouwereunstableandaliar.Youcanstillseethemarksonthebackofyourhandwherethatevilwomanmadeyouwritewithyourownblood,butyoustucktoyourstoryanyway..."
"YoucanstillseewherethosebrainsgotholdofmeintheMinistry,look,"saidRon,shakingbackhissleeves.
"Anditdoesn’thurtthatyou’vegrownaboutafootoverthesummereither,"Hermionefinished,ignoringRon.
"I’mtall,"saidRoninconsequentially.
Thepostowlsarrived,swoopingdownthroughrain-fleckedwindows,scatteringeveryonewithdropletsofwater.Mostpeoplewerereceivingmorepostthanusual;anxiousparentswerekeentohearfromtheirchildrenandtoreassurethem,inturn,thatallwaswellathome.Harryhadreceivednomailsincethestartofterm;hisonlyregularcorrespondentwasnowdeadandalthoughhehadhopedthatLupinmightwriteoccasionally,hehadsofarbeendisappointed.
