Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
After the burial
Therewasaknockonthedoor,andheturnedtoanswerit,blowinghisnoseonhisgreatspottedhandkerchiefashedidso.Slughornhurriedoverthethreshold,severalbottlesinhisarms,andwearingasomberblackcravat.
"Hagrid,"hesaid,inadeep,gravevoice."Soverysorrytohearofyourloss."
"Tha’sveryniceofyeh,"saidHagrid."Thanksalot.An’thanksfernotgivinHarrydetentionneither..."
"Wouldn’thavedreamedofit,"saidSlughorn."Sadnight,sadnight...whereisthepoorcreature?"
"Outhere,"saidHagridinashakingvoice."Shallwe—shallwedoit,then?"
Thethreeofthemsteppedoutintothebackgarden.Themoonwasglisteningpalelythroughthetreesnow,anditsraysmingledwiththelightspillingfromHagrid’swindowtoilluminateAragog’sbodylyingontheedgeofamassivepitbesideaten-foot-highmoundoffreshlydugearth.
"Magnificent,"saidSlughorn,approachingthespider’shead,whereeightmilkyeyesstaredblanklyattheskyandtwohuge,curvedpincersshone,motionless,inthemoonlight.HarrythoughtheheardthetinkleofbottlesasSlughornbentoverthepincers,apparentlyexaminingtheenormoushairyhead.
"It’snotev’ryoneappreciateshowbeau’ifultheyare,"saidHagridtoSlughorn’sback,tearsleakingfromthecornersofhiscrinkledeyes."Ididn’knowyehwereinterestedincreatureslikeAragog,Horace."
"Interested?MydearHagrid,Ireverethem,"saidSlughorn,steppingbackfromthebody.
