Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
After the burial
Afteranhourorso,HagridandSlughornbeganmakingextravaganttoasts:toHogwarts,toDumbledore,toelf-madewine,andto—
"HarryPotter!"bellowedHagrid,sloppingsomeofhisfourteenthbucketofwinedownhischinashedrainedit.
"Yes,indeed,"criedSlughornalittlethickly,"ParryOtter,theChosenBoyWho—well—somethingofthatsort,"hemumbled,anddrainedhismugtoo.
Notlongafterthis,HagridbecametearfulagainandpressedthewholeunicorntailuponSlughorn,whopocketeditwithcriesof,"Tofriendship!Togenerosity!TotenGalleonsahair!"
Andforawhileafterthat,HagridandSlughornweresittingsidebyside,armsaroundeachother,singingaslowsadsongaboutadyingwizardcalledOdo.
"Aaargh,thegooddieyoung,"mutteredHagrid,slumpinglowontothetable,alittlecross-eyed,whileSlughorncontinuedtowarbletherefrain."Medadwasnoagetergo...norwereyermum’an’dad,Harry..."
GreatfattearsoozedoutofthecornersofHagrid’scrinkledeyesagain;hegraspedHarry’sarmandshookit
"Bes’wizandwitchardo’theirageIneverknew...terriblething...terriblething..."
Slughornsangplaintively.
"AndOdothehero,theyborehimbackhome
Totheplacethathe’dknownasalad,
Theylaidhimtorestwithhishatinsideout.
Andhiswandsnappedintwo,whichwassad."
"...terrible,"Hagridgrunted,andhisgreatshaggyheadrolledsidewaysontohisarmsandhefellasleep,snoringdeeply.
"Sorry,"saidSlughornwithahiccup."Can’tcarryatunetosavemylife."
