Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
Horace Slughorn
HecouldtellthatDumbledoreunderstood,thathemightevensuspectthatuntilhisletterarrived,HarryhadspentnearlyallhistimeattheDursleys’lyingonhisbed,refusingmeals,andstaringatthemistedwindow,fullofthechillemptinessthathehadcometoassociatewithdementors.
"It’sjusthard,"Harrysaidfinally,inalowvoice,"torealizehewon’twritetomeagain."
Hiseyesburnedsuddenlyandheblinked.Hefeltstupidforadmittingit,butthefactthathehadhadsomeoneoutsideHogwartswhocaredwhathappenedtohim,almostlikeaparent,hadbeenoneofthebestthingsaboutdiscoveringhisgodfather...andnowthepostowlswouldneverbringhimthatcomfortagain...
"Siriusrepresentedmuchtoyouthatyouhadneverknownbefore,"saidDumbledoregently."Naturally,thelossisdevastating..."
"ButwhileIwasattheDursleys’..."interruptedHarry,hisvoicegrowingstronger,"IrealizedIcan’tshutmyselfawayor—orcrackup.Siriuswouldn’thavewantedthat,wouldhe?Andanyway,life’stooshort...LookatMadamBones,lookatEmmelineVance...Itcouldbemenext,couldn’tit?Butifitis,"hesaidfiercely,nowlookingstraightintoDumbledore’sblueeyesgleaminginthewandlight,"I’llmakesureItakeasmanyDeathEaterswithmeasIcan,andVoldemorttooifIcanmanageit."
"Spokenbothlikeyourmotherandfather’ssonandSirius’struegodson!"saidDumbledore,withanapprovingpatonHarry’sback."Itakemyhatofftoyou—orIwould,ifIwerenotafraidofshoweringyouinspiders.
