Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
A very frosty Christmas
Younevergetitright,youpeople,doyou?Eitherwe’vegotFudge,pretendingeverything’slovelywhilepeoplegetmurderedrightunderhisnose,orwe’vegotyou,chuckingthewrongpeopleintojailandtryingtopretendyou’vegottheChosenOneworkingforyou!"
"Soyou’renottheChosenOne?"saidScrimgeour.
"Ithoughtyousaiditdidn’tmattereitherway?"saidHarry,withabitterlaugh."Nottoyouanyway."
"Ishouldn’thavesaidthat,"saidScrimgeourquickly."Itwastactless—"
"No,itwashonest,"saidHarry."Oneoftheonlyhonestthingsyou’vesaidtome.Youdon’tcarewhetherIliveordie,butyoudocarethatIhelpyouconvinceeveryoneyou’rewinningthewaragainstVoldemort.Ihaven’tforgotten,Minister...."
Heraisedhisrightfist.There,shiningwhiteonthebackofhiscoldhand,werethescarswhichDoloresUmbridgehadforcedhimtocarveintohisownflesh:Imustnottelllies.
"Idon’trememberyourushingtomydefensewhenIwastryingtotelleveryoneVoldemortwasback.TheMinistrywasn’tsokeentobepalslastyear."
Theystoodinsilenceasicyasthegroundbeneaththeirfeet.Thegnomehadfinallymanagedtoextricatehiswormandwasnowsuckingonithappily,leaningagainstthebottom-mostbranchesoftherhododendronbush.
"WhatisDumbledoreupto?"saidScrimgeourbrusquely."WheredoeshegowhenheisabsentfromHogwarts?"
"Noidea,"saidHarry.
"Andyouwouldn’ttellmeifyouknew,"saidScrimgeour,"wouldyou?"
"No,Iwouldn’t,"saidHarry
