Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
The secret riddle
Butitismybelief—Iamguessingagain,butIamsureIamright—thatwhenherhusbandabandonedher,Meropestoppedusingmagic.Idonotthinkthatshewantedtobeawitchanylonger.Ofcourse,itisalsopossiblethatherunrequitedloveandtheattendantdespairsappedherofherpowers;thatcanhappen.Inanycase,asyouareabouttosee,Meroperefusedtoraiseherwandeventosaveherownlife."
"Shewouldn’tevenstayaliveforherson?"
Dumbledoreraisedhiseyebrows.
"CouldyoupossiblybefeelingsorryforLordVoldemort?"
"No,"saidHarryquickly,"butshehadachoice,didn’tshe,notlikemymother—"
"Yourmotherhadachoicetoo,"saidDumbledoregently."Yes,MeropeRiddlechosedeathinspiteofasonwhoneededher,butdonotjudgehertooharshly,Harry.Shewasgreatlyweakenedbylongsufferingandsheneverhadyourmother’scourage.Andnow,ifyouwillstand..."
"Wherearewegoing?"Harryasked,asDumbledorejoinedhimatthefrontofthedesk.
"Thistime,"saidDumbledore,"wearegoingtoentermymemory.Ithinkyouwillfinditbothrichindetailandsatisfyinglyaccurate.Afteryou,Harry..."
HarrybentoverthePensieve;hisfacebrokethecoolsurfaceofthememoryandthenhewasfallingthroughdarknessagain...Secondslater,hisfeethitfirmground;heopenedhiseyesandfoundthatheandDumbledorewerestandinginabustling,old-fashionedLondonstreet.
"ThereIam,"saidDumbledorebrightly,pointingaheadofthemtoatallfigurecrossingtheroadinfrontofahorse-drawnmilkcart.
