Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Horace Slughorn
Igothisbrother,Regulus,whenhecamealong,butI’dhavelikedtheset."
Hesoundedlikeanenthusiasticcollectorwhohadbeenoutbidatauction.Apparentlylostinmemories,hegazedattheoppositewall,turningidlyonthespottoensureanevenheatonhisbackside.
"YourmotherwasMuggle-born,ofcourse.Couldn’tbelieveitwhenIfoundout.Thoughtshemusthavebeenpure-blood,shewassogood."
"OneofmybestfriendsisMuggle-born,"saidHarry,"andshe’sthebestinouryear."
"Funnyhowthatsometimeshappens,isn’tit?"saidSlughorn.
"Notreally,"saidHarrycoldly.
Slughornlookeddownathiminsurprise.
"Youmustn’tthinkI’mprejudiced!"hesaid."No,no,no!Haven’tIjustsaidyourmotherwasoneofmyall-timefavoritestudents?AndtherewasDirkCresswellintheyearafterhertoo—nowHeadoftheGoblinLiaisonOffice,ofcourse—anotherMuggle-born,averygiftedstudent,andstillgivesmeexcellentinsideinformationonthegoings-onatGringotts!"
Hebouncedupanddownalittle,smilinginaself-satisfiedway,andpointedatthemanyglitteringphotographframesonthedresser,eachpeopledwithtinymovingoccupants.
"Allex-students,allsigned.You’llnoticeBarnabasCuffe,editoroftheDailyProphet,he’salwaysinterestedtohearmytakeontheday’snews.
