Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Boy who lived
"Itcertainlyseemsso,"saidDumbledore. "Wehavemuchtobethankfulfor. Wouldyoucareforalemondrop?"
"Awhat?"
"Alemondrop. They’reakindofMugglesweetI’mratherfondof."
"No,thankyou,"saidProfessorMcGonagallcoldly, asthoughshedidn’tthinkthiswasthemomentforlemondrops. "AsIsay,evenifYou-Know-Whohasgone—"
"MydearProfessor,surelyasensiblepersonlikeyourselfcancallhimbyhisname? Allthis‘You-Know-Who’nonsense —forelevenyearsIhavebeentryingtopersuadepeople tocallhimbyhispropername:Voldemort." ProfessorMcGonagallflinched, butDumbledore,whowasunstickingtwolemondrops, seemednottonotice. "Itallgetssoconfusingifwekeepsaying‘You-Know-Who.’ IhaveneverseenanyreasontobefrightenedofsayingVoldemort’sname."
"Iknowyouhaven’t,"saidProfessorMcGonagall,soundinghalfexasperated,halfadmiring. "Butyou’redifferent. Everyoneknowsyou’retheonlyoneYou-Know- oh,allright,Voldemort,wasfrightenedof."
"Youflatterme,"saidDumbledorecalmly. "VoldemorthadpowersIwillneverhave."
"Onlybecauseyou’retoo—well—nobletousethem."
"It’sluckyitsdark. Ihaven’tblushedsomuchsince MadamPomfreytoldmeshelikedmynewearmuffs."
