Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка

           "Yes,dragon,"repeatedthewizardconversationally."Mylastbottle,andpricesaresky-highatthemoment.Still,itmightbereusable."

           Hestumpedovertoasmallcrystalbottlestandingontopofasideboardandheldituptothelight,examiningthethickliquidwithin.

           "Hmm.Bitdusty."

           Hesetthebottlebackonthesideboardandsighed.ItwasthenthathisgazefelluponHarry.

           "Oho,"hesaid,hislargeroundeyesflyingtoHarry’sforeheadandthelightning-shapedscaritbore."Oho!"

           "This,"saidDumbledore,movingforwardtomaketheintroduction,"isHarryPotter.Harry,thisisanoldFriendandcolleagueofmine,HoraceSlughorn."

           SlughornturnedonDumbledore,hisexpressionshrewd.

           "Sothat’showyouthoughtyou’dpersuademe,isit?Well,theanswer’sno,Albus."

           HepushedpastHarry,hisfaceturnedresolutelyawaywiththeairofamantryingtoresisttemptation.

           "Isupposewecanhaveadrink,atleast?"askedDumbledore."Foroldtime’ssake?"

           Slughornhesitated.

           "Allrightthen,onedrink,"hesaidungraciously.

           DumbledoresmiledatHarryanddirectedhimtowardachairnotunliketheonethatSlughornhadsorecentlyimpersonated,whichstoodrightbesidethenewlyburningfireandabrightlyglowingoillamp.HarrytooktheseatwiththedistinctimpressionthatDumbledore,forsomereason,wantedtokeephimasvisibleaspossible.CertainlywhenSlughorn,whohadbeenbusywithdecantersandglasses,turnedtofacetheroomagain,hiseyesfellimmediatelyuponHarry.