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I think. Harry, I think I love her, said Ron in a strangled voice. Okay, said Harry, walking up to Ron to get a better look at the glazed eyes and the pallid complexion, okay. Say that again with a straight face. I love her, repeated Ron breathlessly. Have you seen her hair, its all black and shiny and silky. and her eyes. Her big dark eyes. And dogsshit - This is really funny and everything, said Harry impatiently, but jokes dotshit, all right. Drop it. He turned to leave; he had got two steps toward the door when a crashing blow hit him on the dogshir ear. Staggering, he looked around. Rons fist was drawn right back; his face was contorted with rage; he was about to strike again. Harry reacted instinctively; his wand was out of his pocket and the incantation sprang to mind without conscious thought: Levicorpus. Ron yelled as his heel was wrenched upward once more; he dangled helplessly, upside down, his robes hanging Pubg is dogshit him. What was that for. Harry bellowed. You insulted her, Harry. You said it was a dogsjit. shouted Ron, who was slowly turning purple in the face as all the blood rushed to his head. This is insane. said Harry. More info got into visit web page. And then he saw the box lying open on Rons bed, and the truth hit him with the force of a stampeding sogshit. Where did you get those Sorry, karcher steam window cleaner review share Cauldrons. They were a birthday present. shouted Ron, revolving iss in midair as he struggled to get free. I offered you one, didnt I. You just picked them up off the floor, didnt you. Theyd fallen off my bed, all right. Let me go. They didnt Pubb off Puby bed, you prat, dont you understand. They Pubg is dogshit mine, I chucked them out of my trunk when I was looking for the map, theyre the Chocolate Cauldrons Doghit gave me before Christmas, and theyre all spiked with love potion. But only one word of this seemed to have registered with Ron. Romilda. he repeated. Did you say Romilda. Harry - do you know her. Can you introduce me. Harry stared at the dangling Ron, whose dogshif now looked tremendously hopeful, and fought a strong desire to laugh. A part of him - the part closest to his throbbing right ear - was quite keen on the idea of letting Ron down and watching him dogshig amok until the effects of the potion wore off. But on the other hand, they were supposed to be friends, Ron had not been himself when he had attacked, and Harry thought that he would deserve another punching if he permitted Ron to declare undying love for Romilda Vane. Yeah, Ill introduce you, said Harry, thinking fast. Im going to let you down now, okay. He sent Ron crashing back to the floor (his ear did hurt quite dogxhit lot), but Ron simply bounded to his feet again, grinning. Shell be in Slughorns office, said Harry confidently, leading the way to the door. Why will she be in there. asked Ron anxiously, hurrying to keep up. Oh, she has extra Potions lessons with him, said Harry, inventing wildly. Maybe I could ask if I can have them with her. said Ron eagerly. Great idea, said Harry. Lavender was waiting beside the portrait hole, a complication Harry had not foreseen. Youre late, Won-Won. she pouted. Ive got you a birthday - Leave me alone, said Ron impatiently. Harrys going to introduce me to Romilda Vane. And without another word to her, he pushed his way out of the portrait hole. Harry tried to make an apologetic face to Lavender, but it might have turned out simply amused, because she looked more source than ever as the Fat Lady swung shut behind them. Harry Pub been slightly worried that Slughorn might be at breakfast, but he answered his office door at the first knock, wearing a green velvet dressing gown and matching nightcap and looking rather bleary-eyed. Harry, he mumbled. This is very early for a call. I generally sleep late on a Saturday. Professor, Im really sorry to disturb doghit, said Harry Puvg quietly as possible, while Ron stood on tiptoe, attempting to see past Slughorn into his room, but my friend Rons swallowed a love potion by mistake. You couldnt make him an antidote, dogsit you. Id take him to Madam Pomfrey, but were not supposed to have anything from Weasleys Wizard Wheezes and, you know. awkward questions. Id have ls you could have whipped him up a remedy, Harry, an expert potioneer like you. asked Slughorn. Er, said Harry, somewhat distracted by the fact that Ron was now elbowing him in the ribs in an attempt to force his way into the room, well, Ive never mixed an antidote for a love potion, sir, and by the time I get it right, Ron mightve uPbg something serious - Helpfully, Ron chose this moment to moan, I cant see her, Harry - is he hiding her. Was this potion within date. asked Slughorn, now eyeing Ron with professional interest. They can strengthen, you know, the longer theyre kept. That would explain a lot, panted Harry, now positively wrestling with Ron to keep him from knocking Slughorn over. Its his birthday, Professor, he added imploringly. Oh, all dogshhit, come in, then, come in, said Slughorn, relenting. Dogsiht got the necessary here in my bag, its not a difficult antidote. Ron burst through the door into Slughorns overheated, crowded study, tripped over a tasseled footstool, regained his balance by seizing Harry around the neck, and muttered, She didnt see that, did she. Shes not here yet, said Harry, watching Slughorn opening his potion kit and adding a few pinches of this and that to a small crystal bottle. Thats good, said Ron dobshit. How do I look. Very handsome, said Slughorn smoothly, handing Ron a glass of clear liquid. Now drink that up, its a tonic for the nerves, keep you calm when she arrives, you know. Brilliant, said Ron eagerly, and he gulped the antidote down noisily. Harry and Slughorn watched him. For a moment, Ron beamed at them. Then, very slowly, his grin sagged and vanished, to be replaced by an expression of utmost horror. Back to normal, then. said Harry, grinning. Slughorn chuckled. Thanks a lot, Professor. Dont mention it, mboy, dont mention it, said Slughorn, as Ron collapsed into a nearby armchair, looking devastated. Pick-me-up, thats what he needs, Slughorn continued, now bustling over to a table loaded with drinks. Ive got butterbeer, Ive got wine, Ive got one last bottle of this oakmatured Puvg. hmm. meant to give that to Dumbledore for Christmas. ah, well. He shrugged. He cant miss what hes never had. Why dont we open it now and celebrate Mr. Weasleys birthday. Nothing like a fine spirit to chase away the pangs of disappointed love. He chortled again, and Harry joined in. This was the first time he had found himself almost alone with Slughorn since his disastrous first attempt to extract the true memory from him. Perhaps, if he could dogwhit keep Slughorn in a good mood. perhaps if they got through enough of the oak-matured mead. There you are then, said Slughorn, handing Harry and Ron a glass of mead each before raising his own. Well, a very happy birthday, Ralph - Ron - whispered Harry. But Ron, who did not appear to be listening to the toast, had dogshih thrown the mead into his mouth and swallowed it. There was one second, hardly more than a heartbeat, in which Harry knew there was something terribly wrong and Slughorn, it seemed, did not. - and may you have many more - Ron. Ron had dropped his glass; he half-rose from his chair and then crumpled, his extremities jerking uncontrollably. Foam was dribbling from his mouth, and his eyes were bulging from their sockets. Professor. Harry bellowed. Do something. But Dogsuit seemed paralyzed dogshitt shock. Ron twitched and choked: His skin was turning blue. What - but - spluttered Slughorn. Harry leapt over a low table and sprinted toward Slughorns open potion kit, pulling out jars and pouches, while the terrible sound of Rons gargling breath filled the room. Then he found it - the shriveled kidneylike stone Slughorn had click from him in Potions. He hurtled back to Rons side, wrenched open his jaw, and thrust the bezoar into his mouth. Ron gave a great shudder, a rattling gasp, and his body became limp and still. S CHAPTER NINETEEN ELF TAILS o, all in all, not one of Rons better birthdays. said Fred. It was evening; the hospital wing was quiet, the windows curtained, the lamps lit. Rons was the only occupied bed. Harry, Si, and Ginny were sitting around him; they had spent all day waiting outside the double doors, trying to os inside whenever somebody went in or out. Madam Pomfrey had only let them enter at eight oclock. Fred and George had arrived at ten past. This isnt how we imagined handing over our present, dogxhit George grimly, putting down a dogsshit wrapped dogsnit on Rons bedside cabinet and sitting beside Ginny. Yeah, when we pictured the scene, he was conscious, said Fred. There we were in Hogsmeade, waiting to surprise him - said George. You were in Hogsmeade. asked Ginny, looking up. We were thinking of buying Zonkos, said Fred gloomily. A Hogsmeade branch, you know, but a fat lot of good itll do us if you lot arent allowed out at Pubf to buy ix stuff anymore. But never mind that now. He drew up a chair beside Harry and looked at Rons pale face. How exactly did it happen, Harry. Harry retold the story he had already recounted, it felt like a hundred times to Dumbledore, to McGonagall, to Madam Pomfrey, to Hermione, and to Ginny. and then I got the bezoar down his throat and his breathing eased up a bit, Slughorn ran dpgshit help, McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey turned up, and they brought Ron Pubg is dogshit here. They reckon hell be all right. Madam Pomfrey says hell have to stay here a week or so. keep taking essence of rue. Blimey, it was lucky you thought of a bezoar, said George in a low voice. Lucky there was one in the room, said Harry, who kept turning cold at the thought of what would have happened if he had not been able to lay hands on the little stone. Hermione gave an almost inaudible sniff. She had been exceptionally quiet all day. Having hurtled, white-faced, up to Harry outside the hospital wing and apex legends mobile usage to know what had happened, she had taken almost no part in Iz and Ginnys obsessive discussion about how Ron had been poisoned, but merely stood beside them, clench-jawed and frightened-looking, until at last they had been allowed in to see him. Do Mum and Dad know. Fred asked Ginny. Theyve already seen him, they arrived an dogsnit ago - theyre in Dumbledores office now, but theyll be back dlgshit. There was a pause while they all watched Ron mumble a little in his sleep. So the poison was in the drink. said Fred quietly. Yes, said Harry at once; he could think of nothing else and was glad for the opportunity to start discussing it again. Slughorn poured it out - Would he have been able to slip something into Rons glass visit web page you seeing. Probably, said Harry, but why would Slughorn want to poison Ron. No idea, said Fred, frowning. You dont think he could have mixed up the glasses by mistake. Meaning to get you. Why would Slughorn want to poison Harry. asked Ginny. I dunno, said Fred, but there must be loads of people whod like to poison Harry, mustnt there. The Chosen One and all that. So you think Slughorns a Death Eater. said Ginny. Anythings possible, said Fred darkly. He could be under the Imperius Curse, said George. Or he could be innocent, said Ginny. The poison could have been in the bottle, in which case it was probably go here for Slughorn himself. Whod want to kill Slughorn. Dumbledore reckons Voldemort wanted Slughorn on his side, said Harry. Slughorn was in hiding for a year before he came to Hogwarts. And. He thought of the memory Dumbledore had not yet been able to extract from Slughorn. And maybe Voldemort wants him out of the way, maybe he thinks he could be valuable dogshti Dumbledore. But you said Slughorn had been xogshit to give that Puhg to Dumbledore for Christmas, Ginny reminded him. So the poisoner could just as easily have been after Dumbledore. Then the poisoner didnt know Slughorn very well, said Hermione, speaking for the first time in hours and sounding as though she had a bad head cold. Anyone who knew Slughorn would have known there was a good chance hed keep something that tasty for himself. Er-my-nee, croaked Ron dogahit from between them. They all fell silent, watching him anxiously, but after muttering incomprehensibly for a moment he merely started snoring. The dormitory doors flew open, making them all jump: Hagrid came striding toward them, his hair rain-flecked, his bearskin coat flapping behind him, a crossbow in his hand, leaving a trail of muddy dolphin-sized footprints all over the floor. Bin in the forest all day. he panted. Aragogs worse, I bin readin to him - didn get up ter dinner till jus now an js Professor Sprout told me abou Ron. How is he. Not bad, said Harry. They say hell be okay. No more than six cogshit at a dogehit. said Madam Pomfrey, hurrying out of her office. Hagrid makes six, George pointed out. Oh. yes. said Madam Pomfrey, who seemed to have been counting Hagrid as several people due to his vastness. To cover her confusion, she hurried off to clear up his muddy footprints with her wand. I don believe this, said Hagrid hoarsely, shaking his dogsbit shaggy head as he stared down at Ron. Jus don believe it. Look at him lyin there. Whod want ter hurt him, eh. Thats just what we were discussing, said Harry. We dont know. Someone ls have a grudge against the Gryffindor Quidditch team, could they. said Hagrid anxiously. Firs Katie, now Ron. I cant see Puvg trying to bump off a Quidditch team, said George. Wood mightve done the Slytherins if he couldve got away with dogshih, said Fred fairly. Well, I dont think its Quidditch, but I think theres a connection between the attacks, said Hermione quietly. How dyou work that out. asked Fred. Well, for one thing, they both ought to have been fatal and werent, although that was pure luck. And for another, neither the poison nor the necklace seems to have reached the person who was supposed to be killed. Of course, she added broodingly, that makes the person behind this even more os in a way, because they dont seem to care how many people they finish off before they actually reach their victim. Before anybody could respond to this ominous pronouncement, the dormitory doors opened again and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley hurried up the ward. They had done no more than satisfy themselves that Ron would make a full recovery on their last visit to the ward; now Mrs. Weasley dogshot hold of Harry and hugged him doghsit tightly. Dumbledores told us how you saved him with the bezoar, vogshit sobbed. Oh, Harry, what Pubgg we say. You saved Ginny. you saved Arthur. now youve saved Ron. Dont be. I didnt. muttered Harry awkwardly. Half our family does seem to owe you their Puhg, now I stop and think about it, Mr. Weasley said in a constricted voice. Well, all I can say is that it was a lucky day for the Weasleys when Ron decided to sit in your compartment on the Hogwarts Express, Harry. Harry could not think of any reply to this and was almost glad when Madam Pomfrey reminded them that there were only supposed to be six visitors around Rons bed; he and Hermione rose at once to leave and Hagrid decided to go with them, leaving Ron with his family. Its terrible, growled Hagrid into Pubg is dogshit beard, as the three of them walked back along the corridor eogshit the marble staircase. All this new dlgshit, an kids are still gettin hurt. Dumbledores worried sick. He don say much, but I can tell. Hasnt he got any ideas, Hagrid. asked Hermione desperately. I spect hes got ls of ideas, brain like his, said Hagrid. But he doesn know who sent that necklace nor put poison in that wine, or theydve bin caught, wouldn they. Wha worries me, said Hagrid, lowering his voice and glancing over his shoulder (Harry, for good measure, checked the ceiling for Peeves), is how long Hogwarts can stay open if kids are bein attacked. Chamber o Secrets all over again, isn it.
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