Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка

           Then,evenifone’sbodyisattackedordestroyed,onecannotdie,forpartofthesoulremainsearthboundandundamaged.Butofcourse,existenceinsuchaform..."

           Slughorn’sfacecrumpledandHarryfoundhimselfrememberingwordshehadheardnearlytwoyearsbefore:

           "Iwasrippedfrommybody,Iwaslessthanspirit,lessthanthemeanestghost...butstill,Iwasalive."

           "...fewwouldwantit,Tom,veryfew.Deathwouldbepreferable."

           ButRiddle’shungerwasnowapparent;hisexpressionwasgreedy,hecouldnolongerhidehislonging.

           "Howdoyousplityoursoul?"

           "Well,"saidSlughornuncomfortably,"youmustunderstandthatthesoulissupposedtoremainintactandwhole.Splittingitisanactofviolation,itisagainstnature."

           "Buthowdoyoudoit?"

           "Byanactofevil—thesupremeactofevil.Bycommitingmurder.Killingripsthesoulapart.ThewizardintentuponcreatingaHorcruxwouldusethedamagetohisadvantage:hewouldencasethetornportion—"

           "Encase?Buthow—?"

           "Thereisaspell,donotaskme,Idon’tknow!"saidSlughoinshakinghisheadlikeanoldelephantbotheredbymosquitoes."DoIlookasthoughIhavetriedit—doIlooklikeakiller?"

           "No,sir,ofcoursenot,"saidRiddlequickly."I’msorry...Ididn’tmeantooffend..."

           "Notatall,notatall,notoffended,"saidSlughorngruffly,"Itisnaturaltofeelsomecuriosityaboutthesethings...wizardsofacertaincaliberhavealwaysbeendrawntothataspectofmagic..."

           "Yes,sir,"saidRiddle."WhatIdon’tunderstand,though—justoutofcuriosity.