Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Horace Slughorn
It’squiteeasyonceyouknowhow,onesimpleFreezingCharmontheseabsurdburglaralarmstheyuseinsteadofSneakoscopesandmakesuretheneighborsdon’tspotyoubringinginthepiano."
"Ingenious,"saidDumbledore."Butitsoundsarathertiringexistenceforabroken-downoldbufferinsearchofaquietlife.Now,ifyouweretoreturntoHogwarts—"
"Ifyou’regoingtotellmemylifewouldbemorepeacefulatthatpestilentialschool,youcansaveyourbreath,Albus!Imighthavebeeninhiding,butsomefunnyrumorshavereachedmesinceDoloresUmbridgeleft!Ifthat’showyoutreatteachersthesedays—"
"ProfessorUmbridgeranafoulofourcentaurherd,"saidDumbledore."Ithinkyou,Horace,wouldhaveknownbetterthantostrideintotheforestandcallahordeofangrycentaurs’filthyhalf-breeds.’"
"That’swhatshedid,didshe?"saidSlughorn."Idioticwoman.Neverlikedher."
HarrychuckledandbothDumbledoreandSlughornlookedroundathim.
"Sorry,"Harrysaidhastily."It’sjust—Ididn’tlikehereither."
Dumbledorestooduprathersuddenly.
"Areyouleaving?"askedSlughornatonce,lookinghopeful.
"No,IwaswonderingwhetherImightuseyourbathroom,"saidDumbledore.
"Oh,"saidSlughorn,clearlydisappointed."Secondontheleftdownthehall."
Dumbledorestrodefromtheroom.Oncethedoorhadclosedbehindhim,therewassilence.Afterafewmoments,Slughorngottohisfeetbutseemeduncertainwhattodowithhimself.
