Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
The seer overheard
Now,I’vebeentryingtofindoutabitaboutwhomightmakeahobbyofinventingDarkspells—"
"Hedidn’tmakeahobbyofit—"
"He,he—whosaysit’sahe?"
"We’vebeenthroughthis,"saidHarrycrossly."Prince,Hermione,Prince!"
"Right!"saidHermione,redpatchesblazinginhercheeksasshepulledaveryoldpieceofnewsprintoutofherpocketandslammeditdownonthetableinfrontofHarry."Lookatthat!Lookatthepicture!"
Harrypickedupthecrumblingpieceofpaperandstaredatthemovingphotograph,yellowedwithage;Ronleanedoverforalook,too.Thepictureshowedaskinnygirlofaroundfifteen.Shewasnotpretty;shelookedsimultaneouslycrossandsullen,withheavybrowsandalong,pallidface.Underneaththephotographwasthecaption:EileenPrince,CaptainoftheHogwartsGobstonesTeam.
"So?"saidHarry,scanningtheshortnewsitemtowhichthepicturebelonged;itwasaratherdullstoryaboutinter-schoolcompetitions.
"HernamewasEileenPrince.Prince,Harry."
TheylookedateachotherandHarryrealisedwhatHermionewastryingtosay.Heburstoutlaughing.
"Noway."
"What?"
"YouthinkshewastheHalf-Blood...?Oh,comeon."
"Well,whynot?Harry,therearen’tanyrealprincesinthewizardingworld!It’seitheranickname,amade-uptitlesomebody’sgiventhemselves,oritcouldbetheiractualname,couldn’tit?No,listen!If,say,herfatherwasawizardwhosesurnamewas’Prince’,andhermotherwasaMuggle,thenthatwouldmakehera’half-bloodPrince’!"
"Yeah,veryingenious,Hermione..."
