Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Lord Voldemort’s request
Hewasplainlydressedinablacksuit;hishairwasalittlelongerthanithadbeenatschoolandhischeekswerehollowed,butallofthissuitedhim;helookedmorehandsomethanever.HepickedhiswaythroughthecrampedroomwithanairthatshowedhehadvisitedmanytimesbeforeandbowedlowoverHepzibah’sfatlittlehand,brushingitwithhislips.
"Ibroughtyouflowers,"hesaidquietly,producingabunchofrosesfromnowhere.
"Younaughtyboy,youshouldn’thave!"squealedoldHepzibah,thoughHarrynoticedthatshehadanemptyvasestandingreadyonthenearestlittletable."Youdospoilthisoldlady,Tom...sitdown,sitdown...where’sHokey...ah..."
Thehouse-elfhadcomedashingbackintotheroomcarryingatrayoflittlecakes,whichshesetathermistress’selbow.
"Helpyourself,Tom,"saidHepzibah,"Iknowhowyoulovemycakes.Now,howareyou?Youlookpale.Theyoverworkyouatthatshop,I’vesaiditahundredtimes..."
VoldemortsmiledmechanicallyandHepzibahsimpered.
"Well,what’syourexcuseforvisitingthistime?"sheasked,battingherlashes.
"Mr.Burkewouldliketomakeanimprovedofferforthegoblin-madearmor,"saidVoldemort."FivehundredGalleons,hefeelsitisamorethanfair—"
"Now,now,notsofast,orI’llthinkyou’reonlyhereformytrinkets!"poutedHepzibah.
"Iamorderedherebecauseofthem,"saidVoldemortquietly."Iamonlyapoorassistant,madam,whomustdoasheistold.Mr.Burkewishesmetoinquire—"
"Oh,Mr.Burke,phooey!"saidHepzibah,wavingalittlehand.
