Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Horace Slughorn
HeshotafurtivelookatHarry,thencrossedtothefireandturnedhisbackonit,warminghiswidebehind.
"Don’tthinkIdon’tknowwhyhe’sbroughtyou,"hesaidabruptly.
HarrymerelylookedatSlughorn.Slughorn’swateryeyesslidoverHarry’sscar,thistimetakingintherestofhisface.
"Youlookverylikeyourfather."
"Yeah,I’vebeentold,"saidHarry.
"Exceptforyoureyes.You’vegot—"
"Mymother’seyes,yeah."Harryhadhearditsooftenhefounditabitwearing.
"Hmpf.Yes,well.Youshouldn’thavefavoritesasateacher,ofcourse,butshewasoneofmine.Yourmother,"Slughornadded,inanswertoHarry’squestioninglook."LilyEvans.OneofthebrightestIevertaught.Vivacious,youknow.Charminggirl.IusedtotellhersheoughttohavebeeninmyHouse.VerycheekyanswersIusedtogetbacktoo."
"WhichwasyourHouse?"
"IwasHeadofSlytherin,"saidSlughorn."Oh,now,"hewentonquickly,seeingtheexpressiononHarry’sfaceandwaggingastubbyringerathim,"don’tgoholdingthatagainstme!You’llbeGryffindorlikeher,Isuppose?Yes,itusuallygoesinfamilies.Notalways,though.EverheardofSiriusBlack?Youmusthavedone—beeninthepapersforthelastcoupleofyears—diedafewweeksago—"
ItwasasthoughaninvisiblehandhadtwistedHarry’sintestinesandheldthemtight.
"Well,anyway,hewasabigpalofyourfather’satschool.ThewholeBlackfamilyhadbeeninmyHouse,butSiriusendedupinGryffindor!Shame—hewasatalentedboy.
