Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
After the burial
"Youlikedher,didn’tyou?"
"Likedher?"saidSlughorn,hiseyesbrimmingwithtearsoncemore."Idon’timagineanyonewhometherwouldn’thavelikedher...verybrave...veryfunny...itwasthemosthorriblething..."
"Butyouwon’thelpherson,"saidHarry."Shegavemeherlife,butyouwon’tgivemeamemory."
Hagrid’srumblingsnoresfilledthecabin.HarrylookedsteadilyintoSlughorn’stear-filledeyes.ThePotionsmasterseemedunabletolookaway.
"Don’tsaythat,"hewhispered."Itisn’taquestion...ifitweretohelpyou,ofcourse...butnopurposecanbeserve..."
"Itcan,"saidHarryclearly."Dumbledoreneedsinformation.Ineedinformation."
Heknewhewassafe:FelixwastellinghimthatSlughornwouldremembernothingofthisinthemorning.LookingSlughornstraightintheeye,Harryleanedforwardalittle.
"IamtheChosenOne.Ihavetokillhim.Ineedthatmemory."
Slughornturnedpalerthanever;hisshinyforeheadgleamedwithsweat.
"YouaretheChosenOne?"
"OfcourseIam,"saidHarrycalmly.
"Butthe...mydearboy...you’reaskingagreatdeal...you’reaskingme,infact,toaidyouinyourattempttodestroy—"
"Youdon’twanttogetridofthewizardwhokilledLilyEvans?"
"Harry,Harry,ofcourseIdo,but—"
"You’rescaredhe’llfindoutyouhelpedme?"
Slughornsaidnothing;helookedterrified.
"Bebravelikemymother,Professor..."
Slughornraisedapudgyhandandpressedhisshakingfingerstohismouth;helookedforamomentlikeanenormouslyovergrownbaby.
"Iamnotproud.."hewhisperedthroughhisfingers.
