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Harry said nothing. He thought his voice might soon vanish from lack of use. He bent a little lower over Advanced Potion-Making and continued to make notes on Everlasting Elixirs, occasionally pausing to decipher the Princes useful additions to Libatius Borages text. And incidentally, said Hermione, after a few moments, you need to be careful. For the last time, said Harry, speaking in a slightly hoarse whisper after three-quarters of an hour of silence, I am not giving back this book, Ive learned more from the Half-Blood Prince than Snape or Slughorn have taught me in - Im not talking about your stupid so-called Prince, said Hermione, giving his book a nasty look as though it had been rude to her. Im talking about earlier. I went into the girls bathroom just before I came in here and there were about a dozen girls in there, including that Romilda Vane, trying to decide how to slip you a love potion. Theyre all hoping theyre going to get you to take them to Slughorns party, and they all seem to have bought Fred and Georges love potions, which Im afraid to say probably work - Why didnt you confiscate them then. demanded Harry. It seemed extraordinary that Hermiones mania for upholding rules could have abandoned her at this crucial juncture. They didnt have the potions with them in the bathroom, said Hermione scornfully. They were just discussing tactics. As I doubt whether even the Half-Blood Prince - she gave the book another nasty look - could dream up an antidote for a dozen different love potions at once, Id just invite someone to go with you, thatll stop all the others thinking theyve still got a chance. Its tomorrow night, theyre getting desperate. There isnt anyone I want to invite, mumbled Harry, who was still trying not to think about Ginny any more than he could help, despite the fact that she kept cropping up in his dreams in ways that made him devoutly thankful that Ron could not perform Legilimency. Well, just be careful what you drink, because Romilda Vane continue reading like she meant business, said Hermione grimly. She hitched up the long roll of parchment on which she was writing her Arithmancy essay and continued to scratch away with her quill. Harry watched her with his mind a long way away. Hang on a moment, he said slowly. I thought Filch had banned anything bought at Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. And when has anyone ever paid attention to what Filch has banned. asked Hermione, still concentrating on her essay. But I thought all the owls were being searched. So how come these girls are able to bring love potions into school. Fred and George send them disguised as perfumes and cough more info, said Hermione. Its part of their Owl Order Service. You know a lot about it. Hermione gave him the kind of nasty look she had just given his copy of Advanced Potion-Making. It was all on the back of the bottles they showed Ginny and me in the summer, she said coldly. I dont go around putting potions in peoples drinks. or pretending to, either, which is just as bad. Yeah, well, never mind that, said Harry quickly. The point is, Filch is being fooled, isnt he. These girls are getting stuff into the school disguised as something else. So why couldnt Malfoy have brought the necklace into the school -. Oh, Harry. not that again. Come on, why not. demanded Harry. Look, sighed Hermione, Secrecy Sensors detect jinxes, curses, and concealment charms, dont they. Theyre used to find Dark Magic and Dark objects. Theyd have picked up a powerful curse, like the one on that necklace, within seconds. But something thats just been put in the wrong bottle wouldnt register - and anyway, love potions arent Dark or dangerous - Easy for you to say, muttered Harry, thinking of Romilda Vane. - so it would be down to Filch to realize it wasnt a cough potion, and hes not a very good wizard, I doubt he can tell one potion from - Hermione stopped dead; Harry had heard it too. Somebody had moved close behind them among the dark bookshelves. They waited, and a moment later the vulturelike countenance of Madam Pince appeared around the corner, her sunken cheeks, her skin like parchment, and her long hooked nose illuminated unflatteringly by the lamp she was carrying. The library is now closed, she said. Mind you return anything you have borrowed to the correct - what have you been doing to that book, you depraved boy. It isnt the librarys, its mine. said Harry hastily, snatching his copy of Advanced Potion-Making off the table as she lunged at it with a clawlike hand. Despoiled. she hissed. Desecrated. Befouled. Its just a book thats been written on. said Harry, tugging it out of her grip. She looked as though she might have a seizure; Hermione, who had hastily packed her things, grabbed Harry by the arm and frog-marched him away. Shell ban you from the library if youre not careful. Why did you have to bring that stupid book. Its not my fault shes barking mad, Hermione. Or dyou think she overheard you being rude about Filch. Ive always thought there might be something going on between them. Oh, ha ha. Enjoying the fact that they could speak normally again, they made their way along the deserted, lamp-lit corridors back to the common room, arguing about whether or not Filch and Madam Pince were secretly in love with each other. Baubles, said Harry to the Fat Lady, this being the new, festive password. Same to you, said the Fat Lady with a roguish grin, and she swung forward to admit them. Hi, Harry. said Romilda Vane, the moment he had climbed through the portrait hole. Fancy a gillywater. Hermione gave him a what-did-I-tell-you. look over her shoulder. No thanks, said Harry quickly. I dont like it much. Well, take these anyway, said Romilda, thrusting a box into his hands. Chocolate Cauldrons, theyve got firewhisky in them. My gran sent them to me, but I dont like them. Oh - right - thanks a lot, said Harry, who could not think what else to say. Er - Im just going over here with. He hurried off behind Hermione, his voice tailing away feebly. Told you, said Hermione succinctly. Sooner you ask someone, sooner theyll all leave you alone and you can - But her face suddenly turned blank; she had just spotted Ron and Lavender, who were entwined in the same armchair. Well, good night, Harry, said Hermione, though it was only seven oclock in the evening, and she left for the girls dormitory without another word. Harry went to bed comforting himself that there was only one more day of lessons to struggle through, plus Slughorns party, after which he and Ron would depart together for the Burrow. It now seemed impossible that Ron and Hermione would make up with each other before the holidays began, but perhaps, somehow, the break would give them time to calm down, think better of their behavior. But his hopes were not high, and they sank still lower after enduring a Transfiguration lesson with them both next day. They had just embarked upon the immensely difficult topic of human Transfiguration; working in front of mirrors, they were supposed to be changing the color of their own eyebrows. Hermione laughed unkindly at Rons disastrous first attempt, during which he somehow managed to give himself a spectacular handlebar mustache; Ron retaliated by doing a cruel but accurate impression of Hermione jumping up and down in her seat every time Professor McGonagall asked a question, which Lavender and Parvati found deeply amusing and which reduced Hermione to the verge of tears again. She raced out of the classroom on the bell, leaving half her things behind; Harry, deciding that her need was greater than Rons just now, scooped up her remaining possessions and followed Clash of clans war base th12. He finally tracked her down as she emerged from a girls bathroom on the floor below. She was accompanied by Luna Lovegood, who was patting her vaguely on the back. Oh, hello, Harry, said Luna. Did you know one of your eyebrows is bright yellow. Hi, Luna. Hermione, you left your stuff. He held out her books. Oh yes, said Hermione in a choked voice, taking her things and turning away quickly to hide the fact that she was wiping her eyes on her pencil case. Thank you, Harry. Well, Id better get going. And she hurried off, without giving Harry any time to offer words of comfort, though admittedly he could not think of any. Shes a bit upset, said Luna. I thought at visit web page it was Moaning Myrtle in there, but it turned out to be Hermione. She said something about that Ron Weasley. Yeah, theyve had a row, said Harry. He says very funny things sometimes, doesnt he. said Luna, as they set off down the corridor together. But he can be a bit unkind. I noticed that last year. I spose, said Harry. Luna was demonstrating her usual check this out of speaking uncomfortable truths; he had never met anyone quite like her. So have you had a good term. Oh, its been all right, said Luna. A bit lonely without the D. Ginnys been nice, though. She stopped two boys in our Transfiguration class calling me Loony the other day - How would you like to come to Slughorns party with me tonight. The words were out of Harrys mouth before he could stop them; he heard himself say them as though it were a stranger speaking. Luna turned her protuberant eyes upon him in surprise. Slughorns party. With you. Yeah, said Harry. Were supposed to bring guests, so I thought you might like. I mean. He was keen to make his intentions perfectly clear. I mean, just as friends, you know. But if you dont want to. He was already half hoping that she didnt want to. Oh, no, Id love to go with you as friends. said Luna, beaming as he had never seen her beam before. Nobodys ever asked me to a party before, as a friend. Is that why you dyed your eyebrow, for the party. Should I do mine too. No, said Harry firmly, that was a mistake. Ill get Hermione to put it right for me. So, Ill meet you in the entrance hall at eight oclock then. AHA. screamed a voice from overhead and both of them jumped; unnoticed by either of visit web page, they had just passed right underneath Peeves, who was hanging upside down from a chandelier and grinning maliciously at them. Potty asked Loony to go to the party. Potty lurves Loony. Potty luuuuurves Looooooony. And he zoomed away, cackling and shrieking, Potty loves Loony. Nice to keep these things private, said Harry. And sure enough, in no time at all the whole school seemed to know that Harry Potter was taking Luna Lovegood to Slughorns party. You couldve taken anyone. said Ron in disbelief over dinner. Anyone. And you chose Loony Lovegood. Dont call her that, Ron, snapped Ginny, pausing behind Harry on her way to join friends. Im really glad youre taking her, Harry, shes so pubg mclaren. And she moved on down the table to sit with Dean. Harry tried to feel pleased that Ginny was glad he was taking Luna to the party, but could not quite manage it. A long way along the table, Hermione was sitting alone, playing with her stew. Harry noticed Ron looking at her furtively. You could say sorry, suggested Harry bluntly. What, and get attacked by another flock of canaries. muttered Ron. What did you have to imitate her for. She laughed at my mustache. So did I, it was the stupidest thing Ive ever seen. But Ron did not seem to have heard; Lavender had just arrived with Parvati. Squeezing herself in between Harry and Ron, Lavender flung her arms around Rons neck. Hi, Harry, said Parvati who, like him, looked faintly embarrassed and bored by the behavior of their two friends. Hi, said Harry. Howre you. Youre staying at Hogwarts, then. I heard your parents wanted you to leave. Source managed to talk them out of it for the time being, said Parvati. That Katie thing really freaked them out, but as there hasnt been anything since. Oh, hi, Hermione. Parvati positively beamed. Harry could tell that she was feeling guilty for having laughed at Hermione in Transfiguration. He looked around and saw that Hermione was beaming back, if possible even more brightly. Girls were very strange sometimes. Hi, Parvati. said Hermione, ignoring Ron and Lavender completely. Are you going to Slughorns party tonight. No invite, said Parvati gloomily. Id love to go, though, it sounds like its going to be really good. Youre going, arent you. Yes, Im meeting Cormac at eight, and were - There was a noise like a plunger being withdrawn from a blocked sink and Ron surfaced. Hermione acted as though she had not seen or heard anything. - were going up to the party together. Cormac. said Parvati. Cormac McLaggen, you mean. Thats right, said Hermione sweetly. The one who almost - she put a great deal of emphasis on the word - became Gryffindor Keeper. Are you going out with him, then. asked Parvati, wide-eyed. Oh - yes - check this out you know. said Hermione, with a most unHermione-ish giggle. said Parvati, looking positively agog at this piece of gossip. Wow, you like your Quidditch players, dont you. First Krum, then McLaggen. I like really good Quidditch players, Hermione corrected her, still smiling. Well, see you. Got to go and get ready for the party. She left. At once Lavender and Parvati put their heads together to discuss this new development, with everything they had ever heard about McLaggen, and all they had ever guessed about Hermione. Ron looked strangely blank and said nothing. Harry was left to ponder in silence with clash of clans infinite gems apologise depths to which girls would sink to get revenge. When he arrived in the entrance hall at eight oclock that night, he found an unusually large number of girls lurking there, all of whom seemed to be staring at him resentfully as he approached Luna. She was wearing a set of spangled silver robes that were attracting a certain amount of giggles from the onlookers, but otherwise she looked quite nice. Harry was glad, in any case, that she had left off her radish earrings, her butterbeer cork necklace, and her Spectrespecs. Hi, he said. Shall we get going then. Oh yes, she said happily. Where is the party. Slughorns office, said Harry, leading her up the marble staircase away from all the staring and muttering. Did you hear, theres supposed to be a vampire coming. Rufus Scrimgeour. asked Luna. I - what. said Harry, disconcerted. You mean the Minister of Magic. Yes, hes a vampire, said Luna matter-of-factly. Father wrote a very long article about it when Scrimgeour first took over from Cornelius Fudge, but he was forced not to publish by somebody from the Ministry. Obviously, they didnt want the truth to get out. Harry, who thought it most unlikely that Rufus Scrimgeour was a vampire, but who was used to Luna repeating her fathers bizarre views as though they were fact, did not reply; they were already approaching Slughorns office and the sounds of laughter, music, and loud conversation were growing louder with every step they took. Whether it had been built that way, or because he had used magical trickery to make it so, Slughorns office was much larger than the usual teachers study. The ceiling and walls had been draped with emerald, crimson, and gold hangings, so that it looked as though they were all inside a vast tent. The room was crowded and stuffy and bathed in the red light cast by an ornate golden lamp dangling from the center of the ceiling in which real fairies were fluttering, each a brilliant speck of light. Loud singing accompanied by what sounded like mandolins issued from a distant corner; a haze of pipe smoke hung over several elderly warlocks deep in conversation, and a number of house-elves were negotiating their way squeakily through the forest of knees, obscured by the heavy silver platters of food they were bearing, so that they looked like little roving tables. Harry, mboy. boomed Slughorn, almost as soon as Harry and Luna had squeezed in through the door. Come in, come in, so many people Id like you to meet. Slughorn was wearing a tasseled velvet hat to match his smoking jacket. Gripping Harrys arm so tightly he might have been hoping to Disapparate with him, Slughorn led him purposefully into the party; Harry seized Lunas hand and dragged her along with him. Harry, Id like you to meet Eldred Worple, an old student of mine, author of Blood Brothers: My Life Amongst the Vampires - and, of course, his friend Sanguini. Worple, who was a small, stout, bespectacled man, grabbed Harrys hand and shook it enthusiastically; the vampire Sanguini, who was tall and emaciated with dark shadows under his eyes, merely nodded. He looked rather bored. A gaggle of girls was standing close to him, looking curious and excited. Harry Potter, I am simply delighted. said Worple, peering shortsightedly up into Harrys face. I was saying to Professor Slughorn only the other day, Where is the biography of Harry Potter for which we have all been waiting. Er, said Harry, were you. Just as modest as Horace described. said Worple. But seriously - his manner changed; it became suddenly businesslike - I would be delighted to write it myself - people are craving to know more about you, dear boy, craving. If you were prepared to grant me a few interviews, say in four- or five-hour sessions, why, we could have the book finished within months. And all with very little effort on your part, I assure you - ask Sanguini here if it isnt quite - Sanguini, stay here. added Worple, suddenly stern, for the vampire had been edging toward the nearby group of girls, a rather hungry look in his eye. Here, have a pasty, said Worple, seizing one from a passing elf and stuffing it into Sanguinis hand before turning his attention back to Harry. My dear boy, the gold you could make, you have no idea - Im definitely not interested, said Harry firmly, and Ive just seen a friend of mine, sorry. He pulled Luna after him into the crowd; he had indeed just seen a long mane of brown hair disappear between what looked like two members of the Weird Sisters. Hermione. Hermione. Harry. There you are, thank goodness. Hi, Luna. Whats happened Clash of clans war base th12 you. asked Harry, for Hermione looked distinctly disheveled, rather as though she had just fought her way out of a thicket of Devils Snare. Oh, Ive just escaped - I mean, Ive just left Cormac, she said. Under the mistletoe, she added in explanation, as Harry continued to look questioningly at her. Serves you right for coming with him, he told her severely. I thought hed annoy Ron most, said Hermione dispassionately. I debated for a while about Zacharias Smith, but I thought, on the whole - You considered Smith. said Harry, revolted. Yes, I did, and Im starting to wish Id chosen him, McLaggen makes Grawp look a gentleman. Lets go this way, well be able to see him coming, hes so tall. The three of them made their way over to the other side of the room, scooping up goblets of mead on the way, realizing too late that Professor Trelawney was standing there alone. Hello, said Luna politely to Professor Of clans tournament. Good evening, my dear, said Professor Trelawney, focusing upon Luna with some difficulty. Harry could smell cooking sherry again. I havent seen you in my classes lately. No, Ive got Firenze this year, said Luna. Oh, of course, said Professor Trelawney with an angry, drunken titter. Or Dobbin, as I prefer to think of him. You would have thought, would you not, that now I am returned to the school Professor Dumbledore might have got rid of the horse. But no. we share classes. Its an insult, frankly, an insult. Do you know. Professor Trelawney seemed too tipsy to have recognized Harry. Under cover of her furious criticisms of Firenze, Harry drew closer to Hermione and said, Lets get something straight. Are you planning to tell Ron that you interfered at Keeper tryouts. Hermione raised her https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/base/clash-of-kings-mod.php. Do you really think Id stoop that low. Harry looked at her shrewdly. Hermione, if you can ask out McLaggen - Theres a difference, said Hermione with dignity. Ive got no plans to tell Ron anything about what might, or might not, have happened at Keeper tryouts. Good, said Harry fervently. Because hell just fall apart again, and well lose the next match - Quidditch. said Hermione angrily. Is that all boys care about. Cormac hasnt asked me one single question about Clash of clans war base th12, no, Ive just been treated to A Hundred Great Saves Made by Cormac McLaggen nonstop ever since - oh no, here he comes.

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