У Кассандры Клер можно учиться экшену и юмору.
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Draco indicated the fortress with a wave of one thin hand. "Ah, the memories," he said nostalgically. "I used to spend summers here as a boy. When the servants misbehaved, the house gryphons used to carry them out to the distant mountains and drop them off the peaks. Once my mother's Pekingese was eaten by vampires. Those rosy-colored days of boyhood," he finished with an elegiac smile. "How soon they fade."
Harry scrubbed a filthy hand across his forehead. It came away even dirtier. "Nice summer place, Malfoy. Where'd you spend Christmas? Mordor?"
"Disney World, actually, but the resemblance is stronger than you might think."
***
Draco stared at Harry. "You killed two hundred and ninety guards?"
"Yes," Harry said.
"How?"
"Force of personality," Harry said dryly.
***
Voldemort glanced at Lucius. "Isn't that your son?"
Lucius nodded.
"And isn't he supposed to be dead?"
"Draco never does do anything on time," Lucius said. "It's why he's never first in his class." He sounded genuinely regretful.