Гарри Поттер и философский камень
The Man with Two Faces
"Well...Voldemortsaidthatheonlykilledmymotherbecauseshetriedtostophimfromkillingme. Butwhywouldhewanttokillmeinthefirstplace?"
Dumbledoresighedverydeeplythistime.
"Alas,thefirstthingyouaskme,Icannottellyou. Nottoday. Notnow. Youwillknow,oneday...putitfromyourmindfornow,Harry. Whenyouareolder...Iknowyouhatetohearthis...whenyouareready,youwillknow."
AndHarryknewitwouldbenogoodtoargue.
"Butwhycouldn’tQuirrelltouchme?"
"Yourmotherdiedtosaveyou. IfthereisonethingVoldemortcannotunderstand,itislove. Hedidn’trealizethatloveaspowerfulasyourmother’sforyouleavesitsownmark. Notascar,novisiblesign...tohavebeenlovedsodeeply,eventhoughthepersonwholovedusisgone,willgiveussomeprotectionforever. Itisinyourveryskin. Quirrell,fullofhatred,greed,andambition,sharinghissoulwithVoldemort,couldnottouchyouforthisreason. Itwasagonytotouchapersonmarkedbysomethingsogood."
Dumbledorenowbecameveryinterestedinabirdoutonthewindowsill,whichgaveHarrytimetodryhiseyesonthesheet. Whenhehadfoundhisvoiceagain,Harrysaid, "Andtheinvisibilitycloak—doyouknowwhosentittome?"
"Ah—yourfatherhappenedtoleaveitinmypossession,andIthoughtyoumightlikeit. "Dumbledore’seyestwinkled. "Usefulthings...yourfatheruseditmainlyforsneakingofftothekitchenstostealfoodwhenhewashere."
"Andthere’ssomethingelse..."
