Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Horace Slughorn
"You’requiteright,"saidDumbledoreserenely,shakingbackhissleevetorevealthetipsofthoseburnedandblackenedfingers;thesightofthemmadethebackofHarry’sneckprickleunpleasantly."IamundoubtedlyslowerthanIwas.Butontheotherhand..."
Heshruggedandspreadhishandswide,asthoughtosaythatagehaditscompensations,andHarrynoticedaringonhisuninjuredhandthathehadneverseenDumbledorewearbefore:Itwaslarge,ratherclumsilymadeofwhatlookedlikegold,andwassetwithaheavyblackstonethathadcrackeddownthemiddle.Slughorn’seyeslingeredforamomentontheringtoo,andHarrysawatinyfrownmomentarilycreasehiswideforehead.
"So,alltheseprecautionsagainstintruders,Horace...aretheyfortheDeathEaters’benefit,ormine?"askedDumbledore.
"WhatwouldtheDeathEaterswantwithapoorbroken-downoldbufferlikeme?"demandedSlughorn.
"Iimaginethattheywouldwantyoutoturnyourconsiderabletalentstocoercion,torture,andmurder,"saidDumbledore."Areyoureallytellingmethattheyhaven’tcomerecruitingyet?"
SlughorneyedDumbledorebalefullyforamoment,thenmuttered,"Ihaven’tgiventhemthechance.I’vebeenonthemoveforayear.Neverstayinoneplacemorethanaweek.MovefromMugglehousetoMugglehouse—theownersofthisplaceareonholidayintheCanaryIslands—it’sbeenverypleasant,I’llbesorrytoleave.
