Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка

           "No,"saidthefourthDeathEatersharply.Hehadaheavy,brutal-lookingface."We’vegotorders.Draco’sgottodoit.Now,Draco,andquickly."

           Malfoywasshowinglessresolutionthanever.HelookedterrifiedashestaredintoDumbledore’sface,whichwasevenpaler,andratherlowerthanusual,ashehadslidsofardowntherampartwall.

           "He’snotlongforthisworldanyway,ifyouaskme!"saidthelopsidedman,totheaccompanimentofhissister’swheezinggiggles."Lookathim—what’shappenedtoyou,then,Dumby?"

           "Oh,weakerresistance,slowerreflexes,Amycus,"saidDumbledore."Oldage,inshort...oneday,perhaps,itwillhappentoyou...ifyouarelucky..."

           "What’sthatmean,then,what’sthatmean?"yelledtheDeathEater,suddenlyviolent."Alwaysthesame,weren’tyeh,Dumby,talkinganddoingnothing,nothing,Idon’tevenknowwhytheDarkLord’sbotheringtokillyeh!Comeon,Draco,doit!"

           Butatthatmoment,therewererenewedsoundsofscufflingfrombelowandavoiceshouted,"They’veblockedthestairs—Reducto!REDUCTO!"

           Harry’sheartleapt:sothesefourhadnoteliminatedallopposition,butmerelybrokenthroughthefighttothetopoftheTower,and,bythesoundofit,createdabarrierbehindthem—

           "Now,Draco,quickly!"saidthebrutal-facedmanangrily.

           ButMalfoy’shandwasshakingsobadlythathecouldbarelyaim.

           "I’lldoit,"snarledGreyback,movingtowardsDumbledorewithhishandsoutstretched,histeethbared.