-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джоан Роулинг
-
- Гарри Поттер и Дары Смерти
-
- Стр. 618/732
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
If
your
son
is
dead
,
Lucius
,
it
is
not
my
fault
.
He
did
not
come
and
join
me
,
like
the
rest
of
the
Slytherins
.
Perhaps
he
has
decided
to
befriend
Harry
Potter
?
"
"
No
--
never
,
"
whispered
Malfoy
.
"
You
must
hope
not
.
"
"
Are
n't
--
are
n't
you
afraid
,
my
Lord
,
that
Potter
might
die
at
another
hand
but
yours
?
"
asked
Malfoy
,
his
voice
shaking
.
"
Would
n't
it
be
...
forgive
me
...
more
prudent
to
call
off
this
battle
,
enter
the
castle
,
and
seek
him
y-yourself
?
"
"
Do
not
pretend
,
Lucius
.
You
wish
the
battle
to
cease
so
that
you
can
discover
what
has
happened
to
your
son
.
And
I
do
not
need
to
seek
Potter
.
Before
the
night
is
out
,
Potter
will
have
come
to
find
me
.
"
Voldemort
dropped
his
gaze
once
more
to
the
wand
in
his
fingers
.
It
troubled
him
...
and
those
things
that
troubled
Lord
Voldemort
needed
to
be
rearranged
...
"
Go
and
fetch
Snape
.
"
"
Snape
,
m-my
Lord
?
"
"
Snape
.
Now
.
I
need
him
.
There
is
a
--
service
--
I
require
from
him
.
Go
.
"
Frightened
,
stumbling
a
little
through
the
gloom
,
Lucius
left
the
room
.
Vodlemort
continued
to
stand
there
,
twirling
the
wand
between
his
fingers
,
staring
at
it
.
