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H CHAPTER NINE THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE arry and Ron met Hermione in the common room before breakfast next morning. Hoping for some support for his theory, Harry lost no time in telling Hermione what he had overheard Malfoy saying on the Hogwarts Express. But he was obviously showing off for Parkinson, wasnt he. interjected Ron quickly, before Hermione could say anything. Well, she said uncertainly, I dont know. It would be like Malfoy to make himself seem more important than he is. but thats a big lie to tell. Exactly, said Harry, but he could not press the point, because so many people were trying to listen in to his conversation, not to mention staring click the following article him and whispering behind their hands. Its rude to point, Ron snapped at a particularly minuscule first-year boy as they joined the queue to climb out of the portrait hole. The boy, who had been muttering something about Harry behind his hand to his friend, promptly turned scarlet and toppled out of the hole in alarm. Ron sniggered. I love being a sixth year. And were going to be getting free time this year. Whole periods when we can just sit up here and relax. Were going to need that time for studying, Ron. said Hermione, as they set off down the corridor. Yeah, but not today, said Ron. Todays going to be a real doss, I reckon. Hold it. said Hermione, throwing out an arm and halting a passing fourth year, who was attempting to push past her with a lime-green disk clutched tightly in his hand. Fanged Frisbees are source, hand it over, she told him sternly. The scowling boy handed over the snarling Frisbee, ducked under her arm, and took off after his friends. Ron waited for him to vanish, then tugged the Frisbee from Hermiones grip. Excellent, Ive always wanted one of these. Hermiones remonstration was drowned by a loud giggle; Lavender Brown had apparently found Rons remark highly amusing. She continued to laugh as she passed them, glancing back at Ron over her shoulder. Ron looked rather pleased with himself. The ceiling of the Great Hall was serenely blue and streaked with frail, wispy clouds, just like the squares of sky visible through the high mullioned windows. While they tucked into porridge and eggs and bacon, Harry and Ron told Hermione about their embarrassing conversation with Hagrid the previous evening. But he cant really think wed continue Care of Magical Creatures. she said, looking distressed. I mean, when has any of us expressed. you know. any enthusiasm. Thats it, though, innit. said Ron, swallowing an entire fried egg whole. We were the ones who made the most effort in classes because we like Hagrid. But he thinks we liked the stupid subject. Dyou reckon anyones going to go on to N. Neither Harry nor Hermione answered; there was no need. They knew perfectly well that nobody in their year would want to continue Care of Magical Creatures. They avoided Hagrids eye and returned his cheery wave only halfheartedly when he left the staff table ten minutes later. After they had eaten, they remained in their places, awaiting Professor McGonagalls descent from the staff table. The distribution of class schedules was more complicated than usual this year, for Professor McGonagall needed first to confirm that everybody had achieved the necessary O. grades to continue with their chosen N. Hermione was immediately cleared to continue with Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Herbology, Arithmancy, Ancient Runes, and Potions, and shot off to a first-period Ancient Runes class without further ado. Neville took a little longer to sort out; his round face was anxious as Professor McGonagall looked down his application and then consulted his O. results. Herbology, fine, she said. Professor Sprout will be delighted to see you back with an Outstanding O. And you qualify for Defense Against the Dark Arts with Exceeds Expectations. But the problem is Transfiguration. Im sorry, Longbottom, but an Acceptable really isnt good enough to continue to N. level. I just dont think youd be able to cope with the coursework. Neville hung his head. Professor McGonagall peered at him through her square spectacles. Why do you want to continue with Transfiguration, anyway. Ive never had the impression that you particularly enjoyed it. Neville looked miserable and muttered something about my grandmother wants. Hmph, snorted Professor As dusk fall. Its high time your grandmother learned to be proud of the grandson shes got, rather than the one she thinks she ought to have - particularly after what happened at the Ministry. Neville turned very pink and blinked confusedly; Professor McGonagall had never paid him a compliment before. Im sorry, Longbottom, but I cannot let you into my N. class. I see that you have an Exceeds Expectations in Charms, however - why not try for a N. in Charms. My grandmother thinks Charms is a soft option, mumbled Neville. Take Charms, said Professor McGonagall, and I shall drop Augusta a line reminding her that just because she failed her Charms O.the subject is not necessarily worthless. Smiling slightly at the look of delighted incredulity on Nevilles face, Professor McGonagall tapped a blank schedule with the tip of her wand and handed it, now carrying details of his new classes, to Neville. Professor McGonagall turned next to Parvati Patil, whose first question was whether Firenze, the handsome centaur, was still teaching Divination. He and Professor Trelawney are dividing classes between them this year, said Professor McGonagall, a hint of disapproval in her voice; it was common knowledge that she despised the subject of Divination. The sixth year is being taken by Professor Trelawney. Parvati set off for Divination five minutes later looking slightly crestfallen. So, Potter, Potter. said Professor McGonagall, consulting her notes as she turned to Harry. Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Herbology, Transfiguration. all fine. I must say, I was pleased with your Transfiguration mark, Potter, very pleased. Now, why havent you applied to continue with Potions. I thought it was your ambition to become an Auror. It was, but you told me I had to get an Outstanding in my O.Professor. And so you did when Professor Snape was teaching the subject. Professor Slughorn, however, is perfectly happy to accept N. students with Exceeds Expectations at O. Do you wish to proceed with Potions. Yes, said Harry, but I didnt buy the books or any ingredients or anything - Im sure Professor Slughorn will be able to lend you some, said Professor McGonagall. Very well, Potter, here is your schedule. Oh, by the way - twenty hopefuls have already put down their names for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I shall pass the list to you in due course and you can fix up trials at your leisure. A few minutes later, Ron was cleared to do the same subjects as Harry, and the two of them left the table together. Look, said Ron delightedly, gazing at his schedule, weve got a free period now. and a free period after break. and after lunch. excellent. They returned to the common room, which was empty apart from a half dozen seventh years, including Katie Bell, the only remaining member of the original Gryffindor Quidditch team that Harry had joined in his first year. I thought youd get that, well done, she called over, pointing at the Captains badge on Harrys chest. Tell me when you call trials. Dont be stupid, said Harry, you dont need to try out, Ive watched you play for five years. You mustnt start off like that, she said warningly. For all you know, theres someone much better than me out fnaf 2. Good teams have been ruined before now because Captains just kept playing the old faces, or letting in their friends. Ron looked a little uncomfortable and began playing with the Fanged Frisbee Hermione had taken from the fourth-year student. It zoomed around the common room, snarling and attempting to take bites of the tapestry. Crookshankss yellow eyes followed it and he hissed when it came too close. An hour later they reluctantly left the sunlit common room for the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom four floors below. Hermione was already queuing outside, carrying an armful of heavy books and looking put-upon. We got so much homework for Runes, she said anxiously, when Harry and Ron joined her. A fifteen-inch essay, two translations, and Ive got to read these by Wednesday. Shame, yawned Ron. You wait, she said resentfully. I bet Snape gives us loads. The classroom door opened as she spoke, and Snape stepped into the corridor, his sallow face framed as ever by two curtains of greasy As dusk fall hair. Silence fell over the queue immediately. Inside, he said. Harry looked around as they entered. Snape had imposed his personality upon the room already; it was gloomier than usual, as curtains had been drawn over the windows, and was lit by candlelight. New pictures adorned the walls, many of them showing people who appeared to be in pain, sporting grisly injuries or strangely contorted body parts. Nobody spoke as they settled down, looking around at the shadowy, gruesome pictures. I have not asked you to take out your books, said Snape, closing the door and moving to face the class from behind his desk; Hermione hastily dropped her copy of Confronting the Faceless back into her bag and stowed it under her chair. I wish to speak to you, and I want your fullest attention. His black eyes roved over their upturned faces, lingering for a fraction of a second longer on Harrys than anyone elses. You have had five teachers in this subject so far, I believe. You believe. like you havent watched them all come and go, Snape, hoping youd be next, thought Harry scathingly. Naturally, these teachers will all have had their own methods and priorities. Given this confusion I am surprised so many of you scraped an O. in this subject. I shall be even more surprised if all of you manage to keep up with the N. work, which will be much more advanced. Snape set off around the edge of the room, speaking now in a lower voice; the class craned their necks to keep him in view. The Dark Arts, said Snape, are many, varied, ever-changing, and eternal. Fighting them is like fighting a many-headed monster, which, each time a neck is check this out, sprouts a head even fiercer and cleverer than before. You are fighting that which is unfixed, mutating, indestructible. Harry stared at Snape. It was surely one thing to respect the Dark Arts as a dangerous enemy, another to speak of them, as Snape was doing, with a loving caress in his voice. Your defenses, said Snape, a little louder, must therefore be as flexible and inventive as the arts you seek to undo. These pictures - he indicated a few of them as he swept past - give a fair representation of what happens to those who suffer, for instance, the Cruciatus Curse - he waved a hand toward As dusk fall witch who was clearly shrieking in agony - feel the Dementors Kiss - a wizard lying huddled and blank-eyed, slumped against a wall - or provoke the aggression of the Inferius - a bloody mass upon the ground. Has an Inferius been seen, then. said Parvati Patil in a high-pitched voice. Is it definite, is he using them. The Dark Lord has used Inferi in the past, said Snape, which means you would be well-advised to assume he might use them again. Now. He set off again around the other side of the classroom toward his desk, and again, they watched him as he walked, his dark robes billowing behind him. you are, I believe, complete novices in the use of nonverbal spells. What is the advantage of a nonverbal spell. Hermiones hand shot into the air. Snape took his time looking around at everybody else, making sure he had no choice, before saying curtly, Very well - Miss Granger. Your adversary has no warning about what kind of magic youre about to perform, said Hermione, which gives you a split-second advantage. An answer copied almost word for word from The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Six, said Snape dismissively (over in the corner, Malfoy sniggered), but correct in essentials. Yes, those who progress to using magic without shouting incantations gain an element of surprise in their spellcasting. Not all wizards can do this, of course; it is a question of concentration and mind power which some - his gaze lingered maliciously upon Harry once more - lack. Harry knew Snape was thinking of their disastrous Occlumency lessons of the previous year. He refused to drop his gaze, but glowered at Snape until Snape looked away. You will now divide, Snape went on, into pairs. One partner will attempt to jinx the other without speaking. The other will attempt to repel the jinx in equal silence. Carry on. Although Snape did not know it, Harry had taught at least half the class (everyone who had been a member of the D. ) how to perform a Shield Charm the previous year. None https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/games/vk-gaming-pc.php them had ever cast the charm without speaking, however. A reasonable amount of cheating ensued; many people were merely whispering the incantation instead of saying it aloud. Typically, ten minutes into the lesson Hermione managed to repel Nevilles muttered Jelly-Legs Jinx without uttering a single word, a feat that would surely have earned her twenty points for Gryffindor from any reasonable teacher, thought Harry bitterly, but which Snape ignored. He swept between them as they practiced, looking just as much like an overgrown bat as ever, lingering to watch Harry and Ron struggling with the task. Ron, who was supposed to be jinxing Harry, was purple in the face, his lips this web page compressed to save himself from the temptation of muttering the incantation. Harry had his wand raised, waiting on tenterhooks to repel a jinx that seemed unlikely ever to come. Pathetic, Weasley, said Snape, after a while. Here - let me show you - He turned his wand on Harry so fast that Harry reacted instinctively; all thought of nonverbal spells forgotten, he yelled, Protego. His Shield Charm was so strong Snape was knocked off-balance and hit a desk. The whole class had looked around and now watched as Snape righted himself, scowling. Do you remember me telling you we are practicing nonverbal spells, Potter. Yes, said Harry stiffly. Yes, sir. Theres no need to call me sir, Professor. The words had escaped him before he knew what he was saying. Several people gasped, including Hermione. Behind Snape, however, Ron, Dean, and Seamus grinned appreciatively. Detention, Saturday night, my office, said Snape. I do not take cheek from anyone, Potter. not even the Chosen One. That was brilliant, Harry. chortled Ron, once they were safely on their way to break a short while later. You really shouldnt have said it, said Hermione, frowning at Ron. What made you. He tried to jinx me, in case you didnt notice. fumed Harry. I had enough of that during those Occlumency lessons. Https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/coc/coc-bh5-base.php doesnt he use another guinea pig for a change. Whats Dumbledore playing at, anyway, letting him teach Defense. Did you hear him talking about the Dark Arts. He loves them. All that unfixed, indestructible stuff - Well, said Hermione, I thought he sounded a bit like you. Like me. Yes, when you were telling us what its like to face Voldemort. You said it wasnt just memorizing a bunch of spells, you said it was just you and your brains and your guts - well, wasnt that what Snape was saying. That it really comes down to being brave and quick-thinking. Harry was so disarmed that she had thought his words as well worth memorizing as The Standard Book of Spells that he did not argue. Harry. Hey, Harry. Harry looked around; Jack Sloper, spelling bee of the Beaters on more info years Gryffindor Quidditch team, was hurrying toward him holding a roll of parchment. For you, panted Sloper. Listen, I heard youre the new Captain. Whenre you holding trials. Im not sure yet, said As dusk fall, thinking privately that Sloper would be very lucky to get back on the team. Ill let you know. Oh, right. I was hoping itd be this weekend - But Harry was not listening; he had just recognized the thin, slanting writing on the parchment. Leaving Sloper in mid-sentence, he hurried away with Ron and Hermione, unrolling the parchment as he went.
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