Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Horace Slughorn
Horaceformedakindofclubofhisfavoriteswithhimselfatthecenter,makingintroductions,forgingusefulcontactsbetweenmembers,andalwaysreapingsomekindofbenefitinreturn,whetherafreeboxofhisfavoritecrystallizedpineappleorthechancetorecommendthenextjuniormemberoftheGoblinliaisonOffice."
Harryhadasuddenandvividmentalimageofagreatswollenspider,spinningawebaroundit,twitchingathreadhereandtheretobringitslargeandjuicyfliesalittlecloser.
"Itellyouallthis,"Dumbledorecontinued,"nottoturnyouagainstHorace—or,aswemustnowcallhim,ProfessorSlughorn—buttoputyouonyourguard.Hewillundoubtedlytrytocollectyou,Harry.Youwouldbethejewelofhiscollection;’theBoyWhoLived’...or,astheycallyouthesedays,’theChosenOne.’"
Atthesewords,achillthathadnothingtodowiththesurroundingmiststoleoverHarry.Hewasremindedofwordshehadheardafewweeksago,wordsthathadahorribleandparticularmeaningtohim:
Neithercanlivewhiletheothersurvives...
Dumbledorehadstoppedwalking,levelwiththechurchtheyhadpassedearlier.
"Thiswilldo,Harry.Ifyouwillgraspmyarm."
Bracedthistime,HarrywasreadyfortheApparition,butstillfounditunpleasant.Whenthepressuredisappearedandhefoundhimselfabletobreatheagain,hewasstandinginacountrylanebesideDumbledoreandlookingaheadtothecrookedsilhouetteofhissecondfavoritebuildingintheworld:theBurrow.
