Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Sectumsempra
Heopenedoneofthecupboard’screakingdoors:ithadalreadybeenusedasahidingplaceforsomethinginacagethathadlongsincedied;itsskeletonhadfivelegs.HestuffedtheHalf-BloodPrince’sbookbehindthecageandslammedthedoor.Hepausedforamoment,hisheartthumpinghorribly,gazingaroundatalltheclutter...wouldhebeabletofindthisspotagainamidstallthisjunk?Seizingthechippedbustofanuglyoldwarlockfromontopofanearbycrate,hestooditontopofthecupboardwherethebookwasnowhidden,perchedadustyoldwigandatarnishedtiaraonthestatuesheadtomakeitmoredistinctive,thensprintedbackthroughthealleywaysofhiddenjunkasfastashecouldgo,backtothedoor,backoutontothecorridor,whereheslammedthedoorbehindhim,anditturnedatoncebackintostone.
Harryranflat-outtowardthebathroomonthefloorbelow,crammingRon’scopyofAdvancedPotion-Makingintohisbagashedidso.Aminutelater,hewasbackinfrontofSnape,whoheldouthishandwordlesslyforHarry’sschoolbag.Harryhandeditover,panting,asearingpaininhischest,andwaited.
Onebyone,SnapeextractedHarry’sbooksandexaminedthem.Finally,theonlybookleftwasthePotionsbook,whichhelookedatverycarefullybeforespeaking.
"ThisisyourcopyofAdvancedPotion-Making,isit,Potter?"
"Yes,"saidHarry,stillbreathinghard.
"You’requitesureofthat,areyou,Potter?"
"Yes,"saidHarry,withatouchmoredefiance.
