- Расскажи мне о своем самом-самом счастливом дне, - сказал мне старый друг Кот.
Я улыбнулась и начала вспоминать. Вспоминать. И еще вспоминать.
Старый друг Кот обернулся и с ужасом уставился на мнея, стоящую посреди дороги и ревущую.
Я не смогла ничего вспомнить.




"Okay," said Harry. "First you've got to think of a happy memory."
Draco blinked. "A what?"
"A happy memory. It's important. The happiest memory you can
think of, and you have to really concentrate on it."
Draco shut his eyes and thought. And thought. A happy memory.
When had he been happy? He opened his silver eyes and looked at Harry. "I haven't got one,"
he said.
Harry looked surprised. "What do you mean?"
"Just what I said," said Draco. "I haven't got a happy memory." He
shrugged. "Don't make a big deal about it, Potter."
"Malfoy..." Harry said slowly. "How's your imagination?"
"My what?"
"Your imagination. Can you imagine a happy memory? Make
something up? A fantasy."