-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джоан Роулинг
-
- Гарри Поттер и Принц-полукровка
-
- Стр. 15/616
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
"
I
think
it
best
that
we
remove
him
from
Muggle
society
for
a
while
.
"
"
I.
.
.
well
...
he
'll
be
all
right
,
wo
n't
he
?
"
said
the
Prime
Minister
anxiously
.
Scrimgeour
merely
shrugged
,
already
moving
back
toward
the
fireplace
.
"
Well
,
that
's
really
all
I
had
to
say
.
I
will
keep
you
posted
of
developments
,
Prime
Minister
--
or
,
at
least
,
I
shall
probably
be
too
busy
to
come
personally
,
in
which
case
I
shall
send
Fudge
here
.
He
has
consented
to
stay
on
in
an
advisory
capacity
.
"
Fudge
attempted
to
smile
,
but
was
unsuccessful
;
he
merely
looked
as
though
he
had
a
toothache
.
Scrimgeour
was
already
rummaging
in
his
pocket
for
the
mysterious
powder
that
turned
the
fire
green
.
The
Prime
Minister
gazed
hopelessly
at
the
pair
of
them
for
a
moment
,
then
the
words
he
had
fought
to
suppress
all
evening
burst
from
him
at
last
.
"
But
for
heaven
's
sake
--
you
're
wizards
!
You
can
do
magic
!
Surely
you
can
sort
out
--
well
--
anything
!
"
Scrimgeour
turned
slowly
on
the
spot
and
exchanged
an
incredulous
look
with
Fudge
,
who
really
did
manage
a
smile
this
time
as
he
said
kindly
,
"
The
trouble
is
,
the
other
side
can
do
magic
too
,
Prime
Minister
.
"
And
with
that
,
the
two
wizards
stepped
one
after
the
other
into
the
bright
green
fire
and
vanished
.
Many
miles
away
the
chilly
mist
that
had
pressed
against
the
Prime
Minister
's
windows
drifted
over
a
dirty
river
that
wound
between
overgrown
,
rubbish-strewn
banks
.
An
immense
chimney
,
relic
of
a
disused
mill
,
reared
up
,
shadowy
and
ominous
.
There
was
no
sound
apart
from
the
whisper
of
the
black
water
and
no
sign
of
life
apart
from
a
scrawny
fox
that
had
slunk
down
the
bank
to
nose
hopefully
at
some
old
fish-and-chip
wrappings
in
the
tall
grass
.
But
then
,
with
a
very
faint
pop
,
a
slim
,
hooded
figure
appeared
out
of
thin
air
on
the
edge
of
the
river
.
The
fox
froze
,
wary
eyes
fixed
upon
this
strange
new
phenomenon
.
The
figure
seemed
to
take
its
bearings
for
a
few
moments
,
then
set
off
with
light
,
quick
strides
,
its
long
cloak
rustling
over
the
grass
.
With
a
second
and
louder
pop
,
another
hooded
figure
materialized
.
