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But Harry was sure that Snape had not yet given up hope of laying hands on the Princes book, and was determined to leave it where it was while Snape remained on the lookout. Im not dropping it, said Hermione firmly, until Rust game for xbox one halo heard me out. Now, Ive been trying to find out a bit about who might make a hobby of inventing Dark spells - He didnt make a hobby of it - He, he - who says its a he. Weve been through this, said Harry crossly. Prince, Hermione, Prince. Right. said Hermione, red patches blazing in her cheeks as she pulled a very old piece of newsprint out of her pocket and slammed it down on the table in front of Harry. Look at that. Look at the picture. Harry picked up the crumbling piece of paper and stared at the moving photograph, yellowed with age; Ron leaned over for a look too. The picture showed a skinny girl of around fifteen. She was not pretty; she looked simultaneously cross and sullen, with heavy brows and a long, pallid face. Underneath the photograph was the caption: EILEEN PRINCE, CAPTAIN OF THE HOGWARTS GOBSTONES TEAM. said Harry, scanning the short news item to which the picture belonged; it was a rather dull story about interschool competitions. Her name was Eileen Prince. Prince, Harry. They looked at each other, and Harry realized what Hermione was trying to say. He burst out laughing. No way. What. You think she was the Half-Blood. Oh, come on. Well, why not. Harry, there arent any real princes in the Wizarding world. Its either a nickname, a made-up title somebodys given themselves, or it could be their actual name, couldnt it. No, listen. If, say, her father was a wizard whose surname was Prince, and her mother was a Muggle, then that would make her see more half-blood Prince. Yeah, very ingenious, Hermione. But it would. Maybe she was proud of being half a Prince. Listen, Hermione, I can tell its not a girl. I can just tell. The truth is that you dont think a girl would have been clever enough, said Hermione angrily. How can I have hung round with you for five years and not think girls are clever. said Harry, stung by this. Its the way he writes, I just know the Prince was a bloke, I can tell. This girl hasnt got anything to do with it. Where did you get this anyway. The library, said Hermione predictably. Theres a whole collection of old Prophets up there. Well, Im going to find out more about Eileen Prince if I can. Enjoy yourself, said Harry irritably. I will, said Hermione. And the first place Ill look, she shot at him, as she reached the portrait hole, is records of old Potions awards. Harry scowled after her for a moment, then continued his contemplation of the darkening sky. Shes just never got over you outperforming her in Potions, said Ron, returning to his copy of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi. You dont think Im mad, wanting that book back, do you. Course not, said Ron robustly. 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Harry continue reading her, slightly frustrated. The Inner Eye, said Professor Trelawney with dignity, straightening her shawls and many strands of glittering beads, was fixed upon matters well outside the mundane realms of whooping voices. Right, said Harry hastily; he had heard about Professor Trelawneys Inner Eye all too often before. And did the voice say who was there. No, it did not, she said. Everything went pitch-black and the this web page thing I knew, I was being hurled headfirst out of the room. And you didnt see that coming. said Harry, unable to help himself. No, I did not, as I say, it was pitch - She stopped and glared at him suspiciously. I think youd better tell Professor Dumbledore, said Harry. He ought to know Malfoys celebrating - I mean, that someone threw you out of the room. To his surprise, Professor Trelawney drew herself up at this click to see more, looking haughty. The headmaster has intimated that he would prefer fewer visits from me, she said coldly. I am not one to press my company upon those who do not value it. If Dumbledore chooses to ignore the warnings the cards show - Her bony hand closed suddenly around Harrys wrist. Again and again, no matter how I lay them out - And she pulled a card dramatically from underneath her shawls. - the lightning-struck tower, she whispered. Calamity. Disaster. Coming nearer all the time. Right, said Harry again. Well. I still think you should tell Dumbledore about this voice, and everything going dark and being thrown out of the room. You think so. Professor Trelawney seemed to consider the matter for a moment, but Harry could tell click here she liked the idea read article retelling her little adventure. Im going to see him right now, said Harry. Ive got a meeting with him. We could go together. Oh, well, in that case, said Professor Trelawney with a smile. She bent down, scooped up her sherry bottles, and dumped them unceremoniously in a large blue-and-white vase standing in a nearby niche. I miss having you in my classes, Harry, she said soulfully as they set off together. You were never much of a Seer. but you were a wonderful Object. Harry did not reply; he had loathed being the Object of Professor Trelawneys continual predictions of doom. I am afraid, she went on, that the nag - Im sorry, the centaur - knows nothing of cartomancy. I asked him - one Seer to another - had he not, too, sensed the distant vibrations of coming catastrophe. But he seemed to find me almost comical. Yes, comical. Her voice rose rather hysterically, and Harry caught a powerful whiff of sherry even though the bottles had been left behind. Perhaps the horse has heard people say that I have not inherited my greatgreat-grandmothers gift. Those rumors have been bandied about by the jealous for years. You know what I say to such people, Harry. Would Dumbledore have let me teach at this great school, put so much trust in me all these years, had I not proved myself to him. 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