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Gulped Hagrid, his beetle-black eyes streaming as he mopped his face with his apron. Its. Aragog. I think hes dyin. He got ill over the summer an hes not gettin better. I don know what Ill do if he. if he. Weve bin tergether so long. Hermione patted Hagrids shoulder, looking at a complete loss for anything to say. Harry knew how she felt. He had known Hagrid to present a vicious baby dragon with a teddy bear, seen him croon over giant scorpions with suckers and stingers, attempt to reason with his brutal giant of a half-brother, but this was perhaps the most incomprehensible of all his monster fancies: the gigantic talking spider, Aragog, who dwelled deep in the Forbidden Forest and which he and Ron had only narrowly escaped four years previously. Is there - is there anything we can do. Hermione asked, ignoring Rons frantic grimaces and head-shakings. I don think there is, Hermione, choked Hagrid, attempting to stem the flood of his tears. See, the rest o the tribe. Aragogs family. theyre gettin a bit funny now hes ill. bit restive. Yeah, I think we saw a bit of that side of them, said Ron in an undertone. I don reckon itd be safe fer anyone but me ter go near the colony at the mo, Hagrid finished, blowing his nose hard on his apron and looking up. But thanks fer offerin, Hermione. It means a lot. After that, the atmosphere lightened considerably, for although neither Harry nor Ron had shown any inclination to go and feed giant grubs to a murderous, gargantuan spider, Hagrid seemed to take it for granted that they would have liked to have done and became his usual self once more. Ar, I always knew yehd find it hard ter squeeze me inter yer timetables, he said gruffly, pouring them more tea. Even if yeh applied fer Time-Turners - We couldnt have done, said Hermione. We smashed the entire stock of Ministry Time-Turners when we were there last summer. It was in the Daily Prophet. Ar, well then, said Hagrid. Theres no way yeh couldve done it. Im sorry Ive bin - yeh know - Ive jus bin worried abou Aragog. an I did wonder whether, if Professor Grubbly-Plank had bin teachin yeh - At which all three of them stated categorically and untruthfully that Professor Grubbly-Plank, who had substituted for Hagrid a few times, was a dreadful teacher, with the result that by the time Hagrid waved them off the premises at dusk, he looked quite cheerful. Im starving, said Harry, once the door had closed behind them and they were hurrying through the dark and deserted grounds; he had abandoned the rock cake after an ominous cracking noise from one of his back teeth. And Ive got that detention with Snape tonight, I havent got much time for dinner. As they came into the castle they spotted Cormac McLaggen entering the Great Hall. It took him two attempts to get through the doors; he click here off the frame on the first attempt. Ron merely guffawed gloatingly and strode off into the Hall after him, but Harry caught Hermiones arm and held her back. What. said Hermione defensively. If you ask me, said Harry quietly, McLaggen looks like he was Confunded this morning. And he was standing right in front of where you were sitting. Hermione blushed. Oh, all right then, I did it, she whispered. But you should have heard the way he was talking about Ron and Ginny. Anyway, hes got a nasty temper, you saw how he reacted when he didnt get in - you wouldnt have wanted someone like that on the team. No, said Harry. No, I suppose thats true. But wasnt that dishonest, Hermione. I mean, youre a prefect, arent you. Oh, be quiet, she snapped, as he smirked. What are you two doing. demanded Ron, reappearing in the doorway to the Great Hall and looking suspicious. Nothing, said Harry and Hermione together, and they hurried after Ron. The smell of roast beef made Harrys stomach ache with hunger, but they had barely taken three steps toward the Gryffindor table when Professor Slughorn appeared in front of them, blocking their path. Harry, Harry, just the man I was hoping to see. he boomed genially, twiddling the ends of his walrus mustache and puffing out his enormous belly. I was hoping to catch you before dinner. What do you say to a spot of supper tonight in my rooms instead. Were having a little party, just a few rising stars, Ive got McLaggen coming and Zabini, the charming Melinda Bobbin - I dont know whether you know her. Her family owns a large chain of apothecaries - and, of course, I hope very much that Miss Granger will favor me by coming too. Slughorn made Hermione a little bow as he finished speaking. It was as though Ron was not present; Slughorn did not so much as look at him. I cant come, Professor, said Harry at once. Ive got a detention with Professor Snape. Oh dear. said Slughorn, his face falling comically. Dear, dear, I was counting on you, Harry. Well, now, Ill just have to have a word with Severus and explain the situation. Im sure Ill be able to persuade him to postpone your detention. Yes, Ill see you both later. He bustled away out of the Hall. Hes got no chance of persuading Snape, said Harry, the moment Slughorn was out of earshot. This detentions already been postponed once; Snape did it for Dumbledore, but he wont do it for anyone else. Oh, I wish you could come, I dont want to go on my own. said Hermione anxiously; Harry knew that she was thinking about McLaggen. I doubt youll be alone, Ginnyll probably be invited, snapped Ron, who did not seem to have taken kindly to being ignored by Slughorn. After dinner they made their way back to Gryffindor Tower. The common room was very crowded, as most people had finished dinner by now, but they managed to find a free table and sat down; Ron, who had been in a bad mood ever since the encounter with Slughorn, folded his arms and frowned at the ceiling. Hermione reached out for a copy of the Evening Prophet, which somebody had left abandoned on a chair. Anything new. said Harry. Not really. Hermione had opened the newspaper and was scanning the inside pages. Oh, look, your dads in here, Ron - hes all right. she added quickly, for Ron had looked around in alarm. It just says hes been to visit the Malfoys house. This second search of the Death Eaters residence does not seem to have yielded any results. Arthur Weasley of the Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Objects said that his team had been acting upon a confidential tip-off. Yeah, mine. said Harry. I told him at Kings Cross about Malfoy and that thing he was trying to get Borgin to fix. Well, if its not at their house, he must have brought whatever it is to Hogwarts with Apex legends final fantasy shop - But how can he have done, Harry. said Hermione, putting down the newspaper with a surprised look. We were all searched when we arrived, werent we. Were you. said Harry, taken aback. I wasnt. Oh no, of course you werent, I forgot you were late. Well, Filch ran over all of us with Secrecy Sensors when we got into the entrance hall. Any Dark object would have been found, I know for a fact Crabbe had a shrunken head confiscated. So you see, Malfoy cant have brought in anything dangerous. Momentarily stymied, Harry watched Ginny Weasley playing with Arnold the Pygmy Puff for a while before seeing a way around this objection. Someones sent it to him by owl, then, he said. His mother or someone. All the owls are being checked too, said Hermione. Filch told us so when he was jabbing those Secrecy Sensors everywhere he could reach. Really stumped this time, Harry found nothing else to say. There did not seem to be any way Malfoy could have brought a dangerous or Dark object into the school. He looked hopefully at Ron, who was sitting with his arms folded, staring over at Lavender Brown. Can you think of any way Malfoy -. Oh, drop it, Harry, said Ron. Listen, its not my fault Slughorn invited Hermione and me to his stupid party, neither of us wanted to go, you know. said Harry, firing up. Well, as Im not invited to any parties, said Ron, getting to his feet again, I think Ill go to bed. He stomped off toward the door to the boys dormitories, leaving Harry and Hermione staring after him. Harry. said the new Chaser, Demelza Robins, appearing suddenly at his shoulder. Ive got a message for you. From Professor Slughorn. asked Harry, sitting up hopefully. No. from Professor Snape, said Demelza. Harrys heart sank. He says youre to come to his office at half past eight tonight to do your detention - er - no matter how many party invitations youve received. And he wanted you to know youll be sorting out rotten flobberworms from good ones, to use in Potions and - and he says theres no need to bring protective gloves. Right, click Harry grimly. Thanks a lot, Demelza. W CHAPTER TWELVE SILVER AND OPALS here was Dumbledore, and what was he doing. Harry caught sight of the headmaster only twice over the next few weeks. He rarely appeared at meals anymore, and Harry was sure Hermione was right in thinking that he was leaving the school for days at a time. Had Dumbledore forgotten the lessons he was supposed to be giving Harry. Dumbledore had said that the lessons were leading to something to do with the prophecy; Harry had felt bolstered, comforted, and now he felt slightly abandoned. Halfway through October came their first trip of the term to Hogsmeade. Harry had wondered whether these trips would still be allowed, given the increasingly tight security measures around the school, but was pleased to know that they were going ahead; it was always good to get out of the castle grounds for a few hours. Harry woke early on the morning of the trip, which was proving stormy, and whiled away the time until breakfast by reading his copy of Advanced Potion-Making. He did not usually deck mouse as steam controller Apex legends final fantasy shop bed reading his textbooks; that sort of behavior, as Ron rightly said, was indecent in anybody except Hermione, who was simply weird that way. Harry felt, however, that the Half-Blood Princes copy of Advanced Potion-Making hardly qualified as a textbook. The more Harry pored over the book, the more he realized how much was in there, not only the handy hints and shortcuts on potions that were earning him such a glowing reputation with Slughorn, but also the imaginative little jinxes and hexes scribbled in the margins, which Harry was sure, judging by the crossings-out and revisions, that the Prince had invented himself. Harry had already attempted a few of the Princes self-invented spells. There had been a hex that caused toenails to grow alarmingly fast (he had tried this on Crabbe in the corridor, with very entertaining results); a jinx that glued the tongue to the roof of the mouth (which he had twice used, to general applause, on an unsuspecting Argus Filch); and, perhaps most useful of all, Muffliato, a spell that filled the ears of anyone nearby with an unidentifiable buzzing, so that lengthy conversations could be held in class without being overheard. The only person who did not find these charms amusing was Hermione, who maintained a rigidly disapproving expression throughout and refused to talk at all if Harry had used the Muffliato spell on anyone in the vicinity. Sitting up in bed, Harry turned the book sideways so as to examine more closely the scribbled instructions for a spell that seemed to have caused the Prince some trouble. There were many crossings-out and alterations, but finally, crammed into a corner of the page, the scribble: Levicorpus (nvbl) While the wind and sleet pounded relentlessly on the windows, and Neville snored loudly, Harry stared at the letters in brackets. Nvbl. that had to mean nonverbal. Harry rather doubted he would be able to bring off this particular spell; he was still having difficulty with nonverbal spells, something Snape had been quick to comment on in every D. class. On the other hand, the Prince had proved a much more effective teacher than Snape so far. Pointing his wand at nothing in particular, he gave it an upward flick and said Click here. inside his head. Aaaaaaaargh. There was a flash of light and the room was full of voices: Everyone had woken up as Ron had let out a yell. Harry sent Advanced Potion-Making flying in panic; Ron was dangling upside down in midair as though an invisible hook had hoisted him up by the ankle. Sorry. yelled Harry, as Dean and Seamus roared with laughter, and Neville picked himself up from the floor, having fallen out of bed. Hang on - Ill let you down - He groped for the potion book and riffled through it in a panic, trying to find the right page; at last he located it and deciphered one cramped word underneath the spell: Praying that this was the counter-jinx, Harry thought Liberacorpus. with all his might. There was another flash of light, and Ron fell in a heap onto his mattress. Sorry, repeated Harry weakly, while Dean and Seamus continued to roar with laughter. Tomorrow, said Ron in a muffled voice, Id rather you set the alarm clock. By the time they had got dressed, padding themselves out with several of Mrs. Weasleys hand-knitted sweaters and click at this page cloaks, scarves, and gloves, Rons shock had subsided and he had decided that Harrys new spell was highly amusing; so amusing, in fact, that he lost no time in regaling Hermione with the story as they sat down for breakfast. and then there was another flash of light and I landed on the bed again. Ron grinned, helping himself to sausages. Hermione had not cracked a smile during this anecdote, and now turned an expression of wintry disapproval upon Harry. Was this spell, by any chance, another one from that potion book of yours. she asked. Harry frowned at her. Always jump to the worst conclusion, dont you. Was it. Well. yeah, it was, but so what. So you just decided to try out an unknown, handwritten incantation and see what would happen. Why does it matter if its handwritten. said Harry, preferring not to answer the rest of the question. Because its probably not Ministry of Magicapproved, said Hermione. And also, she added, as Harry and Ron rolled their eyes, because Im starting to think this Prince character was a bit dodgy. Both Harry and Ron shouted her down at once. It was a laugh. said Ron, upending a ketchup bottle over his sausages. Just a laugh, Hermione, thats all. Dangling people upside down by the ankle. said Hermione. Who puts their time and energy into making up spells like that. Fred and George, said Ron, shrugging, its their kind of thing. And, er - My dad, said Harry. He had only just remembered. What. said Ron and Hermione together. My dad used this spell, said Harry. I - Lupin told me. This last part was not true; in fact, Harry had seen his father use the spell on Snape, but he had never told Ron and Hermione about that particular excursion into the Pensieve. Now, however, a wonderful possibility occurred to him. Could the Half-Blood Prince possibly be -. Maybe your dad did use it, Harry, said Hermione, but hes not the only one. Weve seen a whole bunch of people use it, in case youve forgotten. Dangling people in the air. Making them float along, asleep, helpless. Harry stared at her. With a sinking feeling, he too remembered the behavior of the Death Eaters at the Quidditch World Cup. Ron came to his aid. That was different, he said robustly. They were abusing it. Harry and his dad were just having a laugh. You dont like the Prince, Hermione, he added, pointing a sausage at her sternly, because hes better than you at Potions - Its got nothing to do with that. said Hermione, her cheeks reddening. I just think its very irresponsible to start performing spells when you dont even know what theyre for, and stop talking about the Prince as if its his title, I bet its just a stupid nickname, and it doesnt seem as though he was a very nice person to me. I dont see where you get that from, said Harry heatedly. If hed been a budding Death Eater he wouldnt have been boasting about being halfblood, would he. Even as he said it, Harry remembered that his father had been pure-blood, but he pushed the thought out of his mind; he would worry about that later. The Death Eaters cant all be pure-blood, there arent enough pure-blood wizards left, said Hermione stubbornly. I expect most of them are halfbloods pretending to be pure. Its only Muggle-borns they hate, theyd be quite happy to let you and Ron join up. There is no way theyd let me be a Death Eater. said Ron indignantly, a bit of sausage flying off the fork he was now brandishing at Hermione and hitting Ernie Macmillan on the head. My whole family are blood traitors. Thats as bad as Muggle-borns to Death Eaters. And theyd love to have me, said Harry sarcastically. Wed be best pals if they didnt keep trying to do me in. This made Ron laugh; even Hermione gave a grudging smile, and a distraction arrived in the shape of Ginny.
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