Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Sectumsempra
Mostpeoplewerewalkingtheotherway;theygapedathim,drenchedinwaterandblood,butheanswerednoneofthequestionsfiredathimasheranpast.
Hefeltstunned;itwasasthoughabelovedpethadturnedsuddenlysavage;whathadthePrincebeenthinkingtocopysuchaspellintohisbook?AndwhatwouldhappenwhenSnapesawit?WouldhetellSlughorn—Harry’sstomachchurned—howHarryhadbeenachievingsuchgoodresultsinPotionsallyear?WouldheconfiscateordestroythebookthathadtaughtHarrysomuch...thebookthathadbecomeakindofguideandfriend?Harrycouldnotletithappen...hecouldnot...
"Where’veyou—?Whyareyousoaking...isthatblood?"
Ronwasstandingatthetopofthestairs,lookingbewilderedatthesightofHarry.
"Ineedyourbook,"Harrypanted."YourPotionsbook.Quick...giveittome..."
"ButwhatabouttheHalf-Blood—"
"I’llexplainlater!"
RonpulledhiscopyofAdvancedPotion-Makingoutofhisbagandhandeditover;Harrysprintedoffpasthimandbacktothecommonroom.Here,heseizedhisschoolbag,ignoringtheamazedlooksofseveralpeoplewhohadalreadyfinishedtheirdinner,threwhimselfbackoutoftheportraithole,andhurtledoffalongtheseventh-floorcorridor.
Heskiddedtoahaltbesidethetapestryofdancingtrolls,closedhiseyes,andbegantowalk.
Ineedaplacetohidemybook...Ineedaplacetohidemybook...Ineedaplacetohidemybook...
Threetimeshewalkedupanddowninfrontofthestretchofblankwall.
