Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
The white tomb
Harrycouldnotbeartohearthesethings,nordidhethinkhisresolutionwouldholdifheremainedsittingbesideher.Ron,hesaw,wasnowholdingHermioneandstrokingherhairwhileshesobbedintohisshoulder,tearsdrippingfromtheendofhisownlongnose.Withamiserablegesture,Harrygotup,turnedhisbackonGinnyandonDumbledore’stombandwalkedawayaroundthelake.Movingfeltmuchmorebearablethansittingstill:justassettingoutassoonaspossibletotrackdowntheHorcruxesandkillVoldemortwouldfeelbetterthanwaitingtodoit...
"Harry!"
Heturned.RufusScrimgeourwaslimpingrapidlytowardshimaroundthebank,leaningonhiswalkingstick.
"I’vebeenhopingtohaveaword...doyoumindifIwalkalittlewaywithyou?"
"No,"saidHarryindifferently,andsetoffagain.
"Harry,thiswasadreadfultragedy,"saidScrimgeourquietly,"IcannottellyouhowappalledIwastohearofit.Dumbledorewasaverygreatwizard.Wehadourdisagreements,asyouknow,butnooneknowsbetterthanI—"
"Whatdoyouwant?"askedHarryflatly.
Scrimgeourlookedannoyedbut,asbefore,hastilymodifiedhisexpressiontooneofsorrowfulunderstanding.
"Youare,ofcourse,devastated,"hesaid."IknowthatyouwereveryclosetoDumbledore.Ithinkyoumayhavebeenhisfavouriteeverpupil.Thebondbetweenthetwoofyou—"
"Whatdoyouwant?"Harryrepeated,comingtoahalt.
Scrimgeourstoppedtoo,leanedonhisstickandstaredatHarry,hisexpressionshrewdnow.
