Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Birthday surprises
"I’vegotButterbeer,I’vegotwine,I’vegotonelastbottleofthisoak-maturedmead...hmm...meanttogivethattoDumbledoreforChristmas...ahwell..."heshrugged"...hecan’tmisswhathe’sneverhad!Whydon’tweopenitnowandcelebrateMrWeasley’sbirthday?Nothinglikeafinespirittochaseawaythepangsofdisappointedlove..."
HechortledagainandHarryjoinedin.ThiswasthefirsitimehehadfoundhimselfalmostalonewithSlughornsincehisdisastrousfirstattempttoextractthetruememoryfromhim.Perhaps,ifhecouldjustkeepSlughorninagoodmood...perhapsiftheygotthroughenoughoftheoak-maturedmead...
"Thereyouare,then,"saidSlughorn,handingHarryandRonaglassofmeadeach,beforeraisinghisown."Well,averyhappybirthday,Ralph—"
"-Ron—"whisperedHarry.
ButRon,whodidnotappeartobelisteningtothetoast,hadalreadythrownthemeadintohismouthandswallowedit.
Therewasonesecond,hardlymorethanaheartbeat,inwhichHarryknewtherewassomethingterriblywrongandSlughorn,itseemed,didnot.
"—andmayyouhavemanymore—"
"Ron!"
Ronhaddroppedhisglass;hehalf-rosefromhischairandthencrumpled,hisextremitiesjerkinguncontrollably.Foamwasdribblingfromhismouthandhiseyeswerebulgingfromtheirsockets.
"Professor!"Harrybellowed."Dosomething!"
ButSlughornseemedparalysedbyshock.Rontwitchedandchoked:hisskinwasturningblue.
"What—but—"splutteredSlughorn.
HarryleaptoveralowtableandsprintedtowardsSlughorn’sopenpotionkit,pullingoutjarsandpouches,whiletheterriblesoundofRon’sgarglingbreathfilledtheroom
