Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Flight of the prince
Withacryofthankfulness,Harrysanktohisknees;hewasshakingineverylimb,hisbodyachedallover,andhisbreathcameinpainfulstabs.
"Yehallrigh’,Harry?Yehallrigh’?Speakterme,Harry..."
Hagrid’shuge,hairyfacewasswimmingaboveHarry,blockingoutthestars.Harrycouldsmellburntwoodanddoghair;heputoutahandandfeltFang’sreassuringlywarmandalivebodyquiveringbesidehim.
"I’mallright,"pantedHarry."Areyou?"
"CourseIam...takemore’nthatterfinishme."
HagridputhishandsunderHarry’sarmsandraisedhimupwithsuchforcethatHarry’sfeetmomentarilyleftthegroundbeforeHagridsethimuprightagain.HecouldseebloodtricklingdownHagrid’scheekfromadeepcutunderoneeye,whichwasswellingrapidly.
"Weshouldputoutyourhouse,"saidHarry,"thecharm’sAguamenti..."
"Knewitwassummatlikethat,"mumbledHagrid,andheraisedasmolderingpink,floweryumbrellaandsaid,"Aguamenti!"
Ajetofwaterflewoutoftheumbrellatip.Harryraisedhiswandarm,whichfeltlikelead,andmurmured"Aguamenti"too:together,heandHagridpouredwateronthehouseuntilthelastflamewasextinguished.
"’Snottoobad,"saidHagridhopefullyafewminuteslater,lookingatthesmokingwreck."Nothin’Dumbledorewon’beabletoputright..."
Harryfeltasearingpaininhisstomachatthesoundofthename.Inthesilenceandthestillness,horrorroseinsidehim.
"Hagrid..."
