Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Birthday surprises
NeitherRonnorHermionewishedhimluckastheyleft;bothlookedratherannoyed.AtlastHarryandSlughornweretheonlytwoleftintheroom.
"Comeon,now,Harry,you’llbelateforyournextlesson,"saidSlughornaffably,snappingthegoldclaspsshutonhisdragonskinbriefcase.
"Sir,"saidHarry,remindinghimselfirresistiblyofVoldemort,"Iwantedtoaskyousomething."
"Askaway,then,mydearboy,askaway..."
"Sir,Iwonderedwhatyouknowabout...aboutHorcruxes?"
Slughornfroze.Hisroundfaceseemedtosinkinuponitself.Helickedhislipsandsaidhoarsely,"Whatdidyousay?"
"IaskedwhetheryouknowanythingaboutHorcruxes,sir.Yousee—"
"Dumbledoreputyouuptothis,"whisperedSlughorn.
Hisvoicehadchangedcompletely.Itwasnotgenialanymore,butshocked,terrified.Hefumbledinhisbreastpocketandpulledoutahandkerchief,moppinghissweatingbrow.
"Dumbledore’sshownyouthat—thatmemory,"saidSlughorn."Well?Hasn’the?"
"Yes,"saidHarry,decidingonthespotthatitwasbestnottolie.
"Yes,ofcourse,"saidSlughornquietly,stilldabbingathiswhiteface."Ofcourse...well,ifyou’veseenthatmemory,Harry,you’llknowthatIdon’tknowanything—anything—"herepeatedthewordforcefully"—aboutHorcruxes."
Heseizedhisdragonskinbriefcase,stuffedhishandkerchiefbackintohispocketandmarchedtothedungeondoor.
"Sir,"saidHarrydesperately,"Ijustthoughttheremightbeabitmoretothememory—"
"Didyou?"saidSlughorn.
