Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка

           Hestumbledforwardandsatdownonthebedagain,staringathishands,hisheadbowedasthoughinprayer.

           "IknewIwasdifferent,"hewhisperedtohisownquiveringfingers."IknewIwasspecial.Always,Iknewtherewassomething."

           "Well,youwerequiteright,"saidDumbledore,whowasnolongersmiling,butwatchingRiddleintently."Youareawizard."

           Riddleliftedhishead.Hisfacewastransfigured:therewasawildhappinessuponit,yetforsomereasonitdidnotmakehimbetterlooking;onthecontrary,hisfinelycarvedfeaturesseemedsomehowrougher,hisexpressionalmostbestial.

           "Areyouawizardtoo?"

           "Yes,Iam."

           "Proveit,"saidRiddleatonce,inthesamecommandingtonehehadusedwhenhehadsaid,"Tellthetruth."

           Dumbledoreraisedhiseyebrows."If,asItakeit,youareacceptingyourplaceatHogwarts—"

           "OfcourseIam!"

           "Thenyouwilladdressmeas’Professor’or’sir.’"

           Riddle’sexpressionhardenedforthemostfleetingmomentbeforehesaid,inanunrecognizablypolitevoice,"I’msorry,sir.Imeant—please,Professor,couldyoushowme—?"

           HarrywassurethatDumbledorewasgoingtorefuse,thathewouldtellRiddletherewouldbeplentyoftimeforpracticaldemonstrationsatHogwarts,thattheywerecurrentlyinabuildingfullofMugglesandmustthereforebecautious.Tohisgreatsurprise,however,Dumbledoredrewhiswandfromaninsidepocketofhissuitjacket,pointeditattheshabbywardrobeinthecorner,andgavethewandacasualflick.

           Thewardrobeburstintoflames.