Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Will and Won’t
Overonthesofa,UncleVernonsheadturned,butHarrydidnotlookathim,norcouldhethinkofanythingtosayexcept,"Oh.Right."
"Thisis,inthemain,fairlystraightforward,"Dumbledorewenton."YouaddareasonableamountofgoldtoyouraccountatGringotts,andyouinheritallofSirius’spersonalpossessions.Theslightlyproblematicpartofthelegacy—"
"Hisgodfather’sdead?"saidUncleVernonloudlyfromthesofa.DumbledoreandHarrybothturnedtolookathim.TheglassofmeadwasnowknockingquiteinsistentlyonthesideofVernon’shead;heattemptedtobeatitaway."He’sdead?Hisgodfather?"
"Yes,"saidDumbledore.HedidnotaskHarrywhyhehadnotconfidedintheDursleys."Ourproblem,"hecontinuedtoHarry,asiftherehadbeennointerruption,"isthatSiriusalsoleftyounumbertwelve,GrimmauldPlace."
"He’sbeenleftahouse?"saidUncleVernongreedily,hissmalleyesnarrowing,butnobodyansweredhim.
"Youcankeepusingitasheadquarters,"saidHarry."Idon’tcare.Youcanhaveit,Idon’treallywantit."Harryneverwantedtosetfootinnumbertwelve,GrimmauldPlaceagainifhecouldhelpit.HethoughthewouldbehauntedforeverbythememoryofSiriusprowlingitsdarkmustyroomsalone,imprisonedwithintheplacehehadwantedsodesperatelytoleave.
"Thatisgenerous,"saidDumbledore."Wehave,however,vacatedthebuildingtemporarily."
