Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Will and Won’t
Harrydidnotdoubtthatspeechwouldreturntohim,andsoon—theveinpulsinginhisuncle’stemplewasreachingdangerpoint—butsomethingaboutDumbledoreseemedtohaverobbedhimtemporarilyofbreath.Itmighthavebeentheblatantwizardishnessofhisappearance,butitmight,too,havebeenthatevenUncleVernoncouldsensethatherewasamanwhomitwouldbeverydifficulttobully.
"Ah,goodeveningHarry,"saidDumbledore,lookingupathimthroughhishalf-moonglasseswithamostsatisfiedexpression."Excellent,excellent."
ThesewordsseemedtorouseUncleVernon.Itwasclearthatasfarashewasconcerned,anymanwhocouldlookatHarryandsay"excellent"wasamanwithwhomhecouldneverseeeyetoeye.
"Idon’tmeantoberude—"hebegan,inatonethatthreatenedrudenessineverysyllable.
"—yet,sadly,accidentalrudenessoccursalarminglyoften,"Dumbledorefinishedthesentencegravely."Besttosaynothingatall,mydearman.Ah,andthismustbePetunia."
Thekitchendoorhadopened,andtherestoodHarry’saunt,wearingrubberglovesandahousecoatoverhernightdress,clearlyhalfwaythroughherusualpre-bedtimewipe-downofallthekitchensurfaces.Herratherhorseyfaceregisterednothingbutshock.
"AlbusDumbledore,"saidDumbledore,whenUncleVernonfailedtoeffectanintroduction."Wehavecorresponded,ofcourse."HarrythoughtthisanoddwayofremindingAuntPetuniathathehadoncesentheranexplodingletter,butAuntPetuniadidnotchallengetheterm.
