Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка

           Obviously,theydidn’twantthetruthtogetout!"

           Harry,whothoughtitmostunlikelythatRufusScrimgeourwasavampire,butwhowasusedtoLunarepeatingherfather’sbizarreviewsasthoughtheywerefact,didnotreply;theywerealreadyapproachingSlughorn’sofficeandthesoundsoflaughter,music,andloudconversationweregrowinglouderwitheverysteptheytook.

           Whetherithadbeenbuiltthatway,orbecausehehadusedmagicaltrickerytomakeitso,Slughorn’sofficewasmuchlargerthantheusualteacher’sstudy.Theceilingandwallshadbeendrapedwithemerald,crimsonandgoldhangings,sothatitlookedasthoughtheywereallinsideavasttent.Theroomwascrowdedandstuffyandbathedintheredlightcastbyanornategoldenlampdanglingfromthecenteroftheceilinginwhichrealfairieswerefluttering,eachabrilliantspeckoflight.Loudsingingaccompaniedbywhatsoundedlikemandolinsissuedfromadistantcorner;ahazeofpipesmokehungoverseveralelderlywarlocksdeepinconversation,andanumberofhouse-elveswerenegotiatingtheirwaysqueakilythroughtheforestofknees,obscuredbytheheavysilverplattersoffoodtheywerebearing,sothattheylookedlikelittlerovingtables.

           "Harry,m’boy!"boomedSlughorn,almostassoonasHarryandLunahadsqueezedinthroughthedoor."Comein,comein,somanypeopleI’dlikeyoutomeet!"

           Slughornwaswearingatasseledvelvethattomatchhissmokingjacket.