"J. K. Rowling - 06 Harry Potter and The half blood Prince" - читать интересную книгу автора (Rowling J. K)

why he was dripping all over the Axminster, Fudge had
started ranting about a prison the Prime Minister had never
heard of, a man named 'Serious' Black, something that
sounded like Hogwarts and a boy called Harry Potter, none of
which made the remotest sense to the Prime Minister.

'... I've just come from Azkaban,' Fudge had panted,
tipping a large amount of water out of the rim of his bowler
hat into his pocket. 'Middle of the North Sea, you know, nasty
flight ... the Dementors are in uproar -' he shuddered
'-they've
never had a breakout before. Anyway, I had to
come to you, Prime Minister. Black's a known Muggle killer
and may be planning to rejoin You-Know-Who ... but of
course, you don't even know who You-Know-Who is!' He had
gazed hopelessly at the Prime Minister for a moment, then
said, 'Well, sit down, sit down, I'd better fill you in ... have a
whisky ...'

The Prime Minister had rather resented being told to sit
down in his own office, let alone offered his own whisky, but

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he sat nevertheless. Fudge had pulled out his wand, conjured
two large glasses full of amber liquid out of thin air, pushed
one of them into the Prime Minister's hand and drawn up a
chair.

Fudge had talked for over an hour. At one point, he had
refused to say a certain name aloud, and wrote it instead on a
piece of parchment, which he had thrust into the Prime Minister's
whisky-free hand. When at last Fudge had stood up to
leave, the Prime Minister had stood up too.

'So you think that ...' he had squinted down at the name in
his left hand, 'Lord Vol--'

'He Who Must Not Be Named!' snarled Fudge.

'I'm sorry ... you think that He Who Must Not Be Named
is still alive, then?'

'Well, Dumbledore says he is,' said Fudge, as he had fastened
his pinstriped cloak under his chin, 'but we've never
found him. If you ask me, he's not dangerous unless he's got
support, so it's Black we ought to be worrying about. You'll
put out that warning, then? Excellent. Well, I hope we don't
see each other again, Prime Minister! Goodnight.'