Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
The secret riddle
Aboywassittingontopofthegrayblankets,hislegsstretchedoutinfrontofhim,holdingabook.
TherewasnotraceoftheGauntsinTomRiddle’sface.Meropehadgotherdyingwish:hewashishandsomefatherinminiature,tallforelevenyearsold,dark-haired,andpale.HiseyesnarrowedslightlyashetookinDumbledore’seccentricappearance.Therewasamoment’ssilence.
"Howdoyoudo,Tom?"saidDumbledore,walkingforwardandholdingouthishand.
Theboyhesitated,thentookit,andtheyshookhands.DumbledoredrewupthehardwoodenchairbesideRiddle,sothatthepairofthemlookedratherlikeahospitalpatientandvisitor.
"IamProfessorDumbledore."
"’Professor’?"repeatedRiddle.Helookedwary."Isthatlike’doctor’?Whatareyouherefor?Didshegetyouintohavealookatme?"
HewaspointingatthedoorthroughwhichMrs.Colehadjustleft.
"No,no,"saidDumbledore,smiling.
"Idon’tbelieveyou,"saidRiddle."Shewantsmelookedat,doesn’tshe?Tellthetruth!"
Hespokethelastthreewordswitharingingforcethatwasalmostshocking.Itwasacommand,anditsoundedasthoughhehadgivenitmanytimesbefore.HiseyeshadwidenedandhewasglaringatDumbledore,whomadenoresponseexcepttocontinuesmilingpleasantly.AfterafewsecondsRiddlestoppedglaring,thoughhelooked,ifanything,warierstill.
"Whoareyou?"
"Ihavetoldyou.MynameisProfessorDumbledoreandIworkataschoolcalledHogwarts.Ihavecometoofferyouaplaceatmyschool—yournewschool,ifyouwouldliketocome.
