Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

The Prince’s Tale

           Dumbledoreturnedapage,andsaid,withoutlookingup,"KeepaneyeonQuirrell,won’tyou?"

           Awhirlofcolor,andnoweverythingdarkened,andSnapeandDumbledorestoodalittleapartintheentrancehall,whilethelaststragglersfromtheYuleBallpassedthemontheirwaytobed.

           "Well?"murmuredDumbledore.

           "Karkaroff’sMarkisbecomingdarkertoo.Heispanicking,hefearsretribution;youknowhowmuchhelphegavetheMinistryaftertheDarkLordfell."SnapelookedsidewaysatDumbledore’scrooked-nosedprofile."KarkaroffintendstofleeiftheMarkburns."

           "Doeshe?"saidDumbledoresoftly,asFleurDelacourandRogerDaviescamegigglinginfromthegrounds."Andareyoutemptedtojoinhim?"

           "No,"saidSnape,hisblackeyesonFleur’sandRoger’sretreatingfigures."Iamnotsuchacoward."

           "No,"agreedDumbledore."YouareabravermanbyfarthanIgorKarkaroff.Youknow,IsometimesthinkweSorttoosoon…"

           Hewalkedaway,leavingSnapelookingstricken…

           AndnowHarrystoodintheheadmaster’sofficeyetagain.Itwasnighttime,andDumbledoresaggedsidewaysinthethronelikechairbehindthedesk,apparentlysemiconscious.Hisrighthanddangledovertheside,blackenedandburned.Snapewasmutteringincantations,pointinghiswandatthewristofthehand,whilewithhislefthandhetippedagobletfullofthickgoldenpotiondownDumbledore’sthroat.Afteramomentortwo,Dumbledore’seyelidsflutteredandopened.

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