Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти

The Dark Lord Ascending

           "Whatisit?"

           "Elm,myLord,"whisperedMalfoy.

           "Andthecore?"

           "Dragondragonheartstring."

           "Good,"saidVoldemort.Hedrewouthiswandandcomparedthelengths.LuciusMalfoymadeaninvoluntarymovement;forafractionofasecond,itseemedheexpectedtoreceiveVoldemort’swandinexchangeforhisown.ThegesturewasnotmissedbyVoldemort,whoseeyeswidenedmaliciously.

           "Giveyoumywand,Lucius?Mywand?"

           Someofthethrongsniggered.

           "Ihavegivenyouyourliberty,Lucius,isthatnotenoughforyou?ButIhavenoticedthatyouandyourfamilyseemlessthanhappyoflate...Whatisitaboutmypresenceinyourhomethatdisplacesyou,Lucius?"

           "Nothingnothing,myLord!"

           "SuchliesLucius..."

           Thesoftvoiceseemedtohissonevenafterthecruelmouthhadstoppedmoving.Oneortwoofthewizardsbarelyrepressedashudderasthehissinggrewlouder;somethingheavycouldbeheardslidingacrossthefloorbeneaththetable.

           ThehugesnakeemergedtoclimbslowlyupVoldemort’schair.Itrose,seeminglyendlessly,andcametorestacrossVoldemort’sshoulders:itsneckthethicknessofaman’sthigh;itseyes,withtheirverticalslitsforpupils,unblinking.Voldemortstrokedthecreatureabsentlywithlongthinfingers,stilllookingatLuciusMalfoy.

           "WhydotheMalfoyslooksounhappywiththeirlot?Ismyreturn,myrisetopower,nottheverythingtheyprofessedtodesireforsomanyyears?"

           "Ofcourse,myLord,"saidLuciusMalfoy.Hishandshookashewipedsweatfromhisupperlip."Wediddesireitwedo."

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