Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
The cave
"Aguamenti—Aguamenti—AGUAMENTI!"
Thegobletfilledandemptiedoncemore.AndnowDumbledore’sbreathingwasfading.Hisbrainwhirlinginpanic,Harryknew,instinctively,theonlywaylefttogetwater,becauseVoldemorthadplanneditso...
Heflunghimselfovertotheedgeoftherockandplungedthegobletintothelake,bringingitupfulltothebrimoficywaterthatdidnotvanish."Sir—here!"Harryyelled,andlungingforward,hetippedthewaterclumsilyoverDumbledore’sface.
Itwasthebesthecoulddo,fortheicyfeelingonhisarmnotholdingthecupwasnotthelingeringchillofthewater.Aslimywhitehandhadgrippedhiswrist,andthecreaturetowhomitbelongedwaspullinghim,slowly,backwardacrosstherock.Thesurfaceofthelakewasnolongermirror-smooth;itwaschurning,andeverywhereHarrylooked,whiteheadsandhandswereemergingfromthedarkwater,menandwomenandchildrenwithsunken,sightlesseyesweremovingtowardtherock:anarmyofthedeadrisingfromtheblackwater.
"PetrificusTotalus!"yelledHarry,strugglingtoclingtothesmooth,soakedsurfaceoftheislandashepointedhiswandattheInferiusthathadhisarm.Itreleasedhim,fallingbackwardintothewaterwithasplash;hescrambledtohisfeet,butmanymoreInferiwerealreadyclimbingontotherock,theirbonyhandsclawingatitsslipperysurface,theirblank,frostedeyesuponhim,trailingwaterloggedrags,sunkenfacesleering.
