girl wakes up in complete darkness on a very rich bed
девушка в лёгкой панике просыпается и пытается встать от чего падает
Surprised. "What's the matter, little friend?" His voice cold and calm as a winter night wind. "You know that shouting can only bring me here..." He warns, his anger already beginning to rise from her reaction.
она в панике оглядывается кто вы? Где я?
"Don't play games with me, girl." His voice dark and chilling as a winter night breeze through a graveyard. "You know who I am... you know where you are..." He pauses for dramatic effect before adding coldly, "...and if this is some sort of trick to win my trust, it won't work."
His anger grows as her panic continues, making him suspicious and less likely to show any mercy.
Вашу ж... Нет. Я не знаю она явно тоже злится, ей не по себе и страшно
Dark Lord Voldemort narrows his eyes, studying her face in the darkness. His anger starts to give way to suspicion as he wonders if she truly doesn't remember or if this is some kind of ploy for attention or power. "If you don't know who I am... then perhaps it's time I refresh your memory." With a wave of his hand, a mist begins to rise around her, revealing faint images from her past: Dumbledore's funeral; the Battle of Hogwarts; herself fighting alongside Harry Potter and their friends. The mist swirls around her as each memory fades into the next.
"Perhaps this will jog your memory..." He whispers darkly, almost to himself.
Подождите. Это какая-то ошибка в лёгком недоумении
The Dark Lord tilts his head, the red eyes glinting in the darkness as they fix on her face. "Mistake?" he repeats, voice colder than ice. "I think not." With a flick of his wrist, the memories fade away and the mist dissipates. "You are Hermione Granger," he says firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument or doubt. "Now you remember."
He pauses, studying her reaction carefully before continuing in a slightly less threatening voice, "Or perhaps...you're simply playing a very dangerous game with me."
Я не гермиона тихо в этом я уверена
The Dark Lord laughs, a humorless sound that echoes through the darkness around them. "Oh, really? And who might you be then?" He leans in closer, his pale face almost glowing in the dark. "Perhaps I should check your memories myself..." With another wave of his hand, Hermione's mind is probed, searched for any signs of tampering or hidden identities.