Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
A sluggish memory
ThelampsinDumbledore’sofficewerelit,theportraitsofpreviousheadmastersweresnoringgentlyintheirframes,andthePensievewasreadyuponthedeskoncemore.Dumbledore’shandslayoneithersideofit,therightoneasblackenedandburnt-lookingasever.ItdidnotseemtohavehealedatallandHarrywondered,forperhapsthehundredthtime,whathadcausedsuchadistinctiveinjury,butdidnotask;Dumbledorehadsaidthathewouldknoweventuallyandtherewas,inanycase,anothersubjecthewantedtodiscuss.ButbeforeHarrycouldsayanythingaboutSnapeandMalfoy,Dumbledorespoke.
"IhearthatyoumettheMinisterofMagicoverChristmas?"
"Yes,"saidHarry."He’snotveryhappywithme."
"No,"sighedDumbledore."Heisnotveryhappywithmeeither.Wemusttrynottosinkbeneathouranguish,Harry,butbattleon."
Harrygrinned.
"HewantedmetotellthewizardingcommunitythattheMinistry’sdoingawonderfuljob."
Dumbledoresmiled.
"ItwasFudge’sideaoriginally,youknow.Duringhislastdaysinoffice,whenhewastryingdesperatelytoclingtohispost,hesoughtameetingwithyou,hopingthatyouwouldgivehimyoursupport—"
"AftereverythingFudgedidlastyear?"saidHarryangrily."AfterUmbridge?"
"ItoldCorneliustherewasnochanceofit,buttheideadidnotdiewhenheleftoffice.WithinhoursofScrimgeour’sappointmentwemetandhedemandedthatIarrangeameetingwithyou—"
"Sothat’swhyyouargued!"Harryblurtedout."ItwasintheDailyProphet."
