Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
The Phoenix lament
Infact,itlookedalmostexactlyasithaddonewhenheandDumbledorehadleftitmerehourspreviously:thesilverinstrumentswhirringandpuffingontheirspindleleggedtables,Gryffindor’sswordinitsglasscasegleaminginthemoonlight,theSortingHatonashelfbehindthedesk,theFawkes’sperchstoodempty,hewasstillcryinghislamenttothegrounds.AndanewportraithadjoinedtheranksofthedeadheadmastersandheadmistressesofHogwarts:Dumbledorewasslumberinginagoldenframeoverthedesk,hishalf-moonspectaclepercheduponhiscrookednose,lookingpeacefulanduntroubled.
Afterglancingonceatthisportrait,ProfessorMcGonagallmadeanoddmovementasthoughsteelingherself,thenroundedthedesktolookatHarry,herfacetautandlined.
"Harry,"shesaid,"IwouldliketoknowwhatyouandProfessorDumbledoreweredoingthiseveningwhenyoulefttheschool."
"Ican’ttellyouthat,Professor,"saidHarry.Hehadexpectedthequestionandhadhisanswerready.Ithadbeenhere,inthisveryroom,thatDumbledorehadtoldhimthathewastoconfidethecontentsoftheirlessonstonobodybutRonandHermione.
"Harry,itmightbeimportant,"saidProfessorMcGonagall.
"Itis,"saidHarry,"very,buthedidn’twantmetotellanyone."
ProfessorMcGonagallglaredathim.
"Potter"—Harryregisteredthereneweduseofhissurname—"inthelightofProfessorDumbledore’sdeath,Ithinkyoumustseethatthesituationhaschangedsomewhat—"
"Idon’tthinkso,"saidHarry,shrugging.
