哈利·波特与“混血王子”

Нарцисса рухнула к его ногам, она стонала и всхлипывала, скорчившись на полу
— Мой единственный сын... мой единственный сын...
— Ты должна гордиться! — безжалостно произ­несла Беллатриса. — Будь у меня сыновья, я бы с ра­достью отдала их на службу Темному Лорду!
Нарцисса тихонько вскрикнула и в отчаянии при­нялась рвать свои длинные белокурые волосы. Снегг наклонился, подхватил ее под мышки, поднял на ноги и снова усадил на диван. Налил еще вина и вложил бокал ей в руку.

Она отшвырнула бокал, который покатился по столу, соскользнула с дивана, бросилась на коле­ни перед Снеггом, схватила его руку и прижала к губам.

Снегг не смотрел на Беллатрису. Взгляд его чер­ных глаз был прикован к полным слез голубым гла­зам Нарциссы, все еще цеплявшейся за его руку.
— Конечно, Нарцисса, я принесу Непреложный Обет, — сказал он тихо.

“He is here,” said a voice behind Harry. “Professor Dumbledore returned to the school an hour ago.”
Nearly Headless Nick was gliding toward Harry, his head wobbling as usual upon his ruff.
“I had it from the Bloody Baron, who saw him arrive,” said Nick. “He appeared, according to the Baron, to be in good spirits, though a little tired, of course.”
“Where is he?” said Harry, his heart leaping.
“Oh, groaning and clanking up on the Astronomy Tower, it’s a favorite pastime of his —”
“Not the Bloody Baron — Dumbledore!”
“Oh — in his office,” said Nick.

“Let us ask Potter how we would tell the difference between an Inferius and a ghost.” The whole class looked around at Harry, who hastily tried to recall what Dumbledore had told him the night that they had gone to visit Slughorn.
“Er — well — ghosts are transparent —” he said.
“Oh, very good,” interrupted Snape, his lip curling. “Yes, it is easy to see that nearly six years of magical education have not been
wasted on you, Potter. ‘Ghosts are transparent.’ ”
Pansy Parkinson let out a high-pitched giggle. Several other people were smirking. Harry took a deep breath and continued calmly, though his insides were boiling, “Yeah, ghosts are transparent, but Inferi are dead bodies, aren’t they? So they’d be solid —”
“A five-year-old could have told us as much,” sneered Snape.
“The Inferius is a corpse that has been reanimated by a Dark wizard’s spells. It is not alive, it is merely used like a puppet to do the wizard’s bidding. A ghost, as I trust that you are all aware by now, is the imprint of a departed soul left upon the earth . . . and of course, as Potter so wisely tells us, transparent.”
“Well, what Harry said is the most useful if we’re trying to tell them apart!” said Ron. “When we come face-to-face with one down a dark alley, we’re going to be having a shufti to see if it’s solid, aren’t we, we’re not going to be asking, ‘Excuse me, are you the imprint of a departed soul?’ ”

Harry blinked and looked around. Of course: He was in the hospital wing. The sky outside was indigo streaked with crimson. The
match must have finished hours ago . . . as had any hope of cornering Malfoy. Harry’s head felt strangely heavy; he raised a hand and felt a stiff turban of bandages.
“What happened?”
“Cracked skull,” said Madam Pomfrey, bustling up and pushing him back against his pillows. “Nothing to worry about, I mended it at once, but I’m keeping you in overnight. You shouldn’t overexert yourself for a few hours.”
“I don’t want to stay here overnight,” said Harry angrily, sitting up and throwing back his covers. “I want to find McLaggen and kill him.”
“I’m afraid that would come under the heading of ‘overexertion,’” said Madam Pomfrey, pushing him firmly back onto the bed and raising her wand in a threatening manner.