Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Flight of the prince
Hecouldimagine,clearly,thescenesinsideaspeoplemovedfromroomtoroom,tellingeachotherthatDeathEatershadgotin,thattheMarkwasshiningoverHogwarts,thatsomebodymusthavebeenkilled...
Theoakfrontdoorsstoodopenaheadofthem,lightfloodingoutontothedriveandthelawn.Slowly,uncertainly,dressing-gownedpeoplewerecreepingdownthesteps,lookingaroundnervouslyforsomesignoftheDeathEaterswhohadfledintothenight.Harry’seyes,however,werefixeduponthegroundatthefootofthetallesttower.Heimaginedthathecouldseeablack,huddledmasslyinginthegrassthere,thoughhewasreallytoofarawaytoseeanythingofthesort.EvenashestaredwordlesslyattheplacewherehethoughtDumbledore’sbodymustlie,however,hesawpeoplebeginningtomovetowardit.
"What’retheyalllookin’at?"saidHagrid,asheandHarryapproachedthecastlefront,Fangkeepingascloseashecouldtotheirankles."Wha’sthatlyin’onthegrass?"Hagridaddedsharply,headingnowtowardthefootoftheAstronomyTower,whereasmallcrowdwascongregating."Seeit,Harry?Rightatthefootofthetower?UnderwheretheMark...blimey...yehdon’thinksomeonegotthrown—?"
Hagridfellsilent,thethoughtapparentlytoohorribletoexpressaloud.
