Отчёт за 20.03.2024: Прочитано 58/542 страниц Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
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“If you’re going to tell me my life would be more peaceful at that pestilential school, you can save your breath, Albus! I might have been in hiding, but some funny rumors have reached me since Dolores Umbridge left! If that’s how you treat teachers these days —” “Professor Umbridge ran afoul of our centaur herd,” said Dumbledore. “I think you, Horace, would have known better than to stride into the forest and call a horde of angry centaurs ‘filthy halfbreeds.’” “That’s what she did, did she?” said Slughorn. “Idiotic woman. Never liked her.” Harry chuckled and both Dumbledore and Slughorn looked round at him. “Sorry,” Harry said hastily. “It’s just — I didn’t like her either.” Dumbledore stood up rather suddenly. “Are you leaving?” asked Slughorn at once, looking hopeful. “No, I was wondering whether I might use your bathroom,” said Dumbledore. “Oh,” said Slughorn, clearly disappointed. “Second on the left down the hall.” Dumbledore strode from the room. Once the door had closed behind him, there was silence. After a few moments, Slughorn got to his feet but seemed uncertain what to do with himself. He shot a furtive look at Harry, then crossed to the fire and turned his back on it, warming his wide behind. “Don’t think I don’t know why he’s brought you,” he said abruptly. Harry merely looked at Slughorn. Slughorn’s watery eyes slid over Harry’s scar, this time taking in the rest of his face. “You look very like your father.” “Yeah, I’ve been told,” said Harry. “Except for your eyes. You’ve got —” “My mother’s eyes, yeah.” Harry had heard it so often he found it a bit wearing.