Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Will and Won’t
"Andthismustbeyourson,Dudley?"
Dudleyhadthatmomentpeeredroundthelivingroomdoor,hislarge,blondheadrisingoutofthestripycollarofhispajamaslookedoddlydisembodied,hismouthgapinginastonishmentandfear.Dumbledorewaitedamomentortwo,apparentlytoseewhetheranyoftheDursleysweregoingtosayanything,butasthesilencestretchedonhesmiled.
"Shallweassumethatyouhaveinvitedmeintoyoursittingroom?"
DudleyscrambledoutofthewayasDumbledorepassedhim.Harry,stillclutchingthetelescopeandtrainers,jumpedthelastfewstairsandfollowedDumbledore,whohadsettledhimselfinthearmchairnearestthefireandwastakinginthesurroundingswilhanexpressionofbenigninterest.Helookedquiteextraordinarilyoutofplace.
"Aren’t—aren’tweleaving,sir?"Harryaskedanxiously.
"Yes,indeedweare,butthereareafewmattersweneedtodiscussfirst,"saidDumbledore."AndIwouldprefernottodosointheopen.Weshalltrespassuponyourauntanduncle’shospitalityonlyalittlelonger."
"Youwill,willyou?"
VernonDursleyhadenteredtheroom,Petuniaathisshoulder,andDudleyskulkingbehindthemboth.
"Yes,"saidDumbledoresimply,"Ishall."
HedrewhiswandsorapidlythatHarrybarelysawit;withacasualflick,thesofazoomedforwardandknockedthekneesoutfromunderallthreeoftheDursleyssothattheycollapseduponitinaheap.Anotherflickofthewandandthesofazoomedbacktoitsoriginalposition.
"Wemayaswellbecomfortable,"saidDumbledorepleasantly.
