Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Flight of the prince
"Killmelikeyoukilledhim,youcoward—"
"DON’T—"screamedSnape,andhisfacewassuddenlydemented,inhuman,asthoughhewasinasmuchpainastheyelping,howlingdogstuckintheburninghousebehindthem,"—CALLMECOWARD!"
Andheslashedattheair:Harryfeltawhite-hot,whiplikesomethinghithimacrossthefaceandwasslammedbackwardintotheground.Spotsoflightburstinfrontofhiseyesandforamomentallthebreathseemedtohavegonefromhisbody,thenheheardarushofwingsabovehimandsomethingenormousobscuredthestars.BuckbeakhadflownatSnape,whostaggeredbackwardastherazor-sharpclawsslashedathim.AsHarryraisedhimselfintoasittingposition,hisheadstillswimmingfromitslastcontactwiththeground,hesawSnaperunningashardashecould,theenormousbeastflappingbehindhimandscreechingasHarryhadneverheardhimscreech—
Harrystruggledtohisfeet,lookingaroundgroggilyforhiswand,hopingtogivechaseagain,butevenashisfingersfumbledinthegrass,discardingtwigs,heknewitwouldbetoolate,andsureenough,bythetimehehadlocatedhiswand,heturnedonlytoseethehippogriffcirclingthegates.SnapehadmanagedtoDisapparatejustbeyondtheschool’sboundaries.
"Hagrid,"mutteredHarry,stilldazed,lookingaround."HAGRID?"
HestumbledtowardtheburninghouseasanenormousfigureemergedfromoutoftheflamescarryingFangonhisback.
