Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
After the burial
"Iamashamedofwhat—ofwhatthatmemoryshows...IthinkImayhavedonegreatdamagethatday..."
"You’dcanceloutanythingyoudidbygivingmethememory,"saidHarry."Itwouldbeaverybraveandnoblethingtodo."
Hagridtwitchedinhissleepandsnoredon.SlughornandHarrystaredateachotheroverthegutteringcandle.Therewasalong,longsilence,butFelixFelicistoldHarrynottobreakit,towait.
Then,veryslowly,Slughornputhishandinhispocketandpulledouthiswand.Heputhisotherhandinsidehiscloakandtookoutasmall,emptybottle.StilllookingintoHarry’seyes,Slughorntouchedthetipofhiswandtohistempleandwithdrewit,sothatalong,silverthreadofmemorycameawaytoo,clingingtothewandtip.Longerandlongerthememorystretcheduntilitbrokeandswung,silverybright,fromthewand.Slughornlowereditintothebottlewhereitcoiled,thenspread,swirlinglikegas.HecorkedthebottlewithatremblinghandandthenpasseditacrossthetabletoHarry.
"Thankyouverymuch,Professor."
"You’reagoodboy,"saidProfessorSlughorn,tearstricklingdownhisfatcheeksintohiswalrusmustache."Andyou’vegothereyes...justdon’tthinktoobadlyofmeonceyou’veseenit..."
Andhetooputhisheadonhisarms,gaveadeepsigh,andfellasleep.
