Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Silver and opals
Filchwasstandingattheoakfrontdoorsasusual,checkingoffthenamesofpeoplewhohadpermissiontogointoHogsmeade.TheprocesstookevenlongerthannormalasFilchwastriple-checkingeverybodywithhisSecrecySensor.
"Whatdoesitmatterifwe’resmugglingDarkstuffOUT?"demandedRon,eyeingthelongthinSecrecySensorwithapprehension."SurelyyououghttobecheckingwhatwebringbackIN?"
HischeekearnedhimafewextrajabswiththeSensor,andhewasstillwincingastheysteppedoutintothewindandsleet.
ThewalkintoHogsmeadewasnotenjoyable.Harrywrappedhisscarfoverhislowerface;theexposedpartsoonfeltbothrawandnumb.Theroadtothevillagewasfullofstudentsbentdoubleagainstthebitterwind.MorethanonceHarrywonderedwhethertheymightnothavehadabettertimeinthewarmcommonroom,andwhentheyfinallyreachedHogsmeadeandsawthatZonko’sJokeShophadbeenboardedup,Harrytookitasconfirmationthatthistripwasnotdestinedtobefun.Ronpointed,withathicklyglovedhand,towardHoneydukes,whichwasmercifullyopen,andHarryandHermionestaggeredinhiswakeintothecrowdedshop.
"ThankGod,"shiveredRonastheywereenvelopedbywarm,toffee-scentedair."Let’sstayhereallafternoon."
"Harry,m’boy!"saidaboomingvoicefrombehindthem.
"Ohno,"mutteredHarry.
