Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка

           Harrystayedquitestill;hedidnotwanttobreakDumbledore’sconcentration.

           Then,aftertwosolidminutes,Dumbledoresaidquietly,"Oh,surelynot.Socrude."

           "Whatisit,Professor?"

           "Iratherthink,"saidDumbledore,puttinghisuninjuredhandinsidehisrobesanddrawingoutashortsilverknifeofthekindHarryusedtochoppotioningredients,"thatwearerequiredtomakepaymenttopass."

           "Payment?"saidHarry."You’vegottogivethedoorsomething?"

           "Yes,"saidDumbledore."Blood,ifIamnotmuchmistaken."

           "Blood?"

           "Isaiditwascrude,"saidDumbledore,whosoundeddisdainful,evendisappointed,asthoughVoldemorthadfallenshortofhigherstandardsDumbledoreexpected."Theidea,asIamsureyouwillhavegathered,isthatyourenemymustweakenhim-orherselftoenter.Onceagain,LordVoldemortfailstograspthattherearemuchmoreterriblethingsthanphysicalinjury."

           "Yeah,butstill,ifyoucanavoidit..."saidHarry,whohadexperiencedenoughpainnottobekeenformore.

           "Sometimes,however,itisunavoidable,"saidDumbledore,shakingbackthesleeveofhisrobesandexposingtheforearmofhisinjuredhand.

           "Professor!"protestedHarry,hurryingforwardasDumbledoreraisedhisknife."I’lldoit,I’m—"

           Hedidnotknowwhathewasgoingtosay—younger,fitter?ButDumbledoremerelysmiled.Therewasaflashofsilver,andaspurtofscarlet;therockfacewaspepperedwithdark,glisteningdrops.