Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
A sluggish memory
Weasley’stearfulfacebeforetheflamesengulfedhim;spinningveryfast,hecaughtblurredglimpsesofotherWizardingrooms,whichwerewhippedoutofsightbeforehecouldgetaproperlook;thenhewasslowingdown,finallystoppingsquarelyinthefireplaceinProfessorMcGonagall’soffice.Shebarelyglancedupfromherworkasheclamberedoutoverthegrate.
"Evening,Potter.Trynottogettoomuchashonthecarpet."
"No,Professor."
HarrystraightenedhisglassesandflattenedhishairasRoncamespinningintoview.WhenGinnyhadarrived,allthreeofthemtroopedoutofMcGonagall’sofficeandofftowardGryffindorTower.Harryglancedoutofthecorridorwindowsastheypassed;thesunwasalreadysinkingovergroundscarpetedindeepersnowthanhadlainovertheBurrowgarden.Inthedistance,hecouldseeHagridfeedingBuckbeakinfrontofhiscabin.
"Baubles,"saidRonconfidently,whentheyreachedtheFatLady,whowaslookingratherpalerthanusualandwincedathisloudvoice.
"No,"shesaid.
"Whatd’youmean,’no’?"
"Thereisanewpassword,"shesaid."Andpleasedon’tshout."
"Butwe’vebeenaway,how’rewesupposedto—?"
"Harry!Ginny!"
Hermionewashurryingtowardthem,verypink-facedandwearingacloak,hat,andgloves.
"Igotbackacoupleofhoursago,I’vejustbeendowntovisitHagridandBuck—ImeanWitherwings,"shesaidbreathlessly.
