Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
The Phoenix lament
MadamPomfreysayshewon’t—won’tlookthesameanymore..."
Ginny’svoicetrembledalittle.
"Wedon’treallyknowwhattheafter-effectswillbe.Imean,Greybackbeingawerewolf,butnottransformedatthetime."
"Buttheother...therewereotherbodiesontheground..."
"NevilleandProfessorFlitwickarebothhurt,butMadamPomfreysaysthey’llbeallright.AndaDeathEater’sdead,hegothitbyaKillingCursethathugeblondonewasfiringoffeverywhere—Harry,ifwehadn’thadyourFelixpotion,Ithinkwe’dallhavebeenkilled,buteverythingseemedtojustmissus—"
Theyhadreachedthehospitalwing.Pushingopenthedoors,HarrysawNevillelying,apparentlyasleep,inabednearthedoor.Ron,Hermione,Luna,Tonks,andLupinweregatheredaroundanotherbednearthefarendoftheward.Atthesoundofthedoorsopening,theyalllookedup.HermionerantoHarryandhuggedhim;Lupinmovedforwardtoo,lookinganxious.
"Areyouallright,Harry?"
"I’mfine....how’sBill?"
Nobodyanswered.HarrylookedoverHermione’sshoulderandsawanunrecognizablefacelyingonBill’spillow,sobadlyslashedandrippedthathelookedgrotesque.MadamPomfreywasdabbingathiswoundswithsomeharsh-smellinggreenointment.HarryrememberedhowSnapehadmendedMalfoy’sSectumsemprawoundssoeasilywithhiswand.
"Can’tyoufixthemwithacharmorsomething?"heaskedthematron.
"Nocharmwillworkonthese,"saidMadamPomfrey."I’vetriedeverythingIknow,butthereisnocureforwerewolfbites."
