Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
After the burial
Harrysawtheglintofabottledisappearbeneathhiscloak,thoughHagrid,moppinghiseyesoncemore,noticednothing."Now...shallweproceedtotheburial?"
Hagridnoddedandmovedforward.Heheavedthegiganticspiderintohisarmsand,withanenormousgrunt,rolleditintothedarkpit.Ithitthebottomwitharatherhorrible,crunchythud.Hagridstartedtocryagain.
"Ofcourse,it’sdifficultforyou,whoknewhimbest,"saidSlughorn,wholikeHarrycouldreachnohigherthanHagrid’selbow,butpatteditallthesame."Whydon’tIsayafewwords?"
HemusthavegotalotofgoodqualityvenomfromAragog,Harrythought,forSlughornworeasatisfiedsmirkashesteppeduptotherimofthepitandsaid,inaslow,impressivevoice,"Farewell,Aragog,kingofarachnids,whoselongandfaithfulfriendshipthosewhoknewyouwon’tforget!Thoughyourbodywilldecay,yourspiritlingersoninthequiet,web-spunplacesofyourforesthome.Mayyourmany-eyeddescendantseverflourishandyourhumanfriendsfindsolaceforthelosstheyhavesustained."
"Thawa...thawa...beau’iful!"howledHagrid,andhecollapsedontothecompostheap,cryingharderthanever.
"There,there,"saidSlughorn,wavinghiswandsothatthehugepileofearthroseupandthenfell,withamuffledsortofcrash,ontothedeadspider,formingasmoothmound."Letsgetinsideandhaveadrink.Getonhisotherside,Harry...that’sit...upyoucome,Hagrid...welldone..."
TheydepositedHagridinachairatthetable.
