Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Horace Slughorn
HarryfeltDumbledore’sarmtwistawayfromhimandredoubledhisgrip;thenextthingheknew,everythingwentblack;hewasbeingpressedveryhardfromalldirections;hecouldnotbreathe,therewereironbandstighteningaroundhischest;hiseyeballswerebeingforcedbackintohishead;hiseardrumswerebeingpusheddeeperintohisskullandthen—
Hegulpedgreatlungfullsofcoldnightairandopenedhisstreamingeyes.Hefeltasthoughhehadjustbeenforcedthroughaverytightrubbertube.ItwasafewsecondsbeforeherealizedthatPrivetDrivehadvanished.HeandDumbledorewerenowstandinginwhatappearedtobeadesertedvillagesquare,inthecenterofwhichstoodanoldwarmemorialandafewbenches.Hiscomprehensioncatchingupwithhissenses,HarryrealizedthathehadjustApparatedforthefirsttimeinhislife.
"Areyouallright?"askedDumbledore,lookingdownathimsolicitously."Thesensationdoestakesomegettingusedto."
"I’mfine,"saidHarry,rubbinghisears,whichfeltasthoughtheyhadleftPrivetDriveratherreluctantly."ButIthinkImightpreferbrooms..."
Dumbledoresmiled,drewhistravelingcloakalittlemorelightlyaroundhisneck,andsaid,"Thisway."
Hesetoffatabriskpace,pastanemptyinnandafewhouses.Accordingtoaclockonanearbychurch,itwasalmostmidnight.
"Sotellme,Harry,"saidDumbledore."Yourscar...hasitbeenhurtingatall?"
Harryraisedahandunconsciouslytohisforeheadandrubbedthelightning-shapedmark.
"No,"hesaid,"andI’vebeenwonderingaboutthat.
