Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
A sluggish memory
"Diedyearsago,didn’the?"
Riddlefrowned.
"Whoareyou,then?"
"I’mMorfin,ain’tI?"
"Marvolo’sson?"
"’CourseIam,then..."
Morfinpushedthehairoutofhisdirtyface,thebettertoseeRiddle,andHarrysawthatheworeMarvolo’sblack-stonedringonhisrighthand.
"IthoughtyouwasthatMuggle,"whisperedMorfin."YoulookmightylikethatMuggle."
"WhatMuggle?"saidRiddlesharply.
"ThatMugglewhatmysistertookafancyto,thatMugglewhatlivesinthebighouseovertheway,"saidMorfin,andhespatunexpectedlyuponthefloorbetweenthem."Youlookrightlikehim.Riddle.Buthe’soldernow,i’n’e?He’solder’nyou,nowIthinkonit..."
Morfinlookedslightlydazedandswayedalittle,stillclutchingtheedgeofthetableforsupport.
"Hecomeback,see,"headdedstupidly.
VoldemortwasgazingatMorfinasthoughappraisinghispossibilities.Nowhemovedalittlecloserandsaid,"Riddlecameback?"
"Ar,helefther,andserveherright,marryingfilth!"saidMorfin,spittingontheflooragain."Robbedus,mind,beforesheranoff.Where’sthelocket,eh,where’sSlytherin’slocket?"
Voldemortdidnotanswer.Morfinwasworkinghimselfintoarageagain;hebrandishedhisknifeandshouted,"Dishonoredus,shedid,thatlittleslut!Andwho’reyou,cominghereandaskingquestionsaboutallthat?It’sover,innit...it’sover..."
Helookedaway,staggeringslightly,andVoldemortmovedforward.
