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These dreadful things that are happening are all down to him. The bell rang overhead in the castle and both Hermione and Ron jumped to their feet, looking terrified. Youll do fine, Harry told them both, as they headed toward the entrance hall to meet the rest of the people taking their Apparition Test. Good luck. And you too. said Hermione with a significant please click for source, as Harry headed off to the dungeons. There were only three of them in Potions that afternoon: Harry, Ernie, and Draco Malfoy. All too young to Apparate just yet. said Slughorn genially. Not turned seventeen yet. They shook their heads. Ah well, said Slughorn cheerily, as were so few, well do ffor fun. I want you all to brew me up something amusing. Spps sounds good, sir, said Ernie sycophantically, rubbing his hands together. Malfoy, on the other hand, did not crack a smile. What do you mean, something amusing. he said irritably. Oh, surprise me, said Slughorn airily. Malfoy opened his copy of Advanced Potion-Making with a Feee expression. It could not have been plainer that he thought this lesson was a waste of time. Undoubtedly, Harry thought, watching him over the top of his own book, Malfoy was begrudging the time he could otherwise be spending in the Room of Requirement. Was it his imagination, or did Malfoy, like Tonks, look thinner. Certainly he looked paler; his skin androiid had that grayish tinge, probably because he so rarely saw daylight these days. But there was no air of smugness, click here, or superiority; none of the swagger that he had had on the Hogwarts Express, when he had boasted openly of the mission he had been given by Voldemort. There could be only one conclusion, in Harrys opinion: The mission, whatever it was, was going badly. Cheered by this thought, Harry skimmed through his copy of Advanced Potion-Making and found a heavily corrected Half-Blood Princes version of An Elixir to Induce Euphoria, which seemed not only to meet Slughorns instructions, but which might (Harrys heart leapt as the thought struck him) put Slughorn into such a good mood that he would be prepared to hand over that memory if Harry could persuade him to taste some. Well, now, this looks absolutely wonderful, said Slughorn an hour and a half later, clapping his hands together as he stared down into the sunshine yellow contents of Harrys cauldron. Euphoria, I take it. And whats that I smell. Mmmm. youve added just a sprig of peppermint, havent you. Unorthodox, but what a stroke of inspiration, Harry, of course, that would tend to counterbalance the occasional side effects of excessive singing and nose-tweaking. I really dont know where you get these brain waves, my boy. unless - Harry pushed the Half-Blood Princes book deeper into his bag with his foot. - its just your mothers genes coming out in you. Oh. yeah, maybe, said Harry, relieved. Ernie was looking rather grumpy; determined to outshine Harry for once, he had most rashly invented his own potion, which had curdled and formed a kind of purple dumpling at the bottom of his cauldron. Malfoy was already packing up, sour-faced; Slughorn had Frew his Hiccuping Solution merely passable. The bell rang and both Ernie and Malfoy left at once. Sir, Harry began, but Slughorn immediately glanced over his shoulder; when he saw that the room was empty but for himself and Harry, he hurried away as fast as he could. Professor - Professor, dont you want to taste my po -. called Harry desperately. But Slughorn had gone. Disappointed, Harry emptied the cauldron, packed up his things, left the dungeon, and walked slowly back upstairs to the common room. Ron and Hermione returned in the late afternoon. Harry. cried Hermione as she climbed through the portrait hole. Harry, I passed. Well done. he said. And Ron. He - he just failed, whispered Hermione, as Ron came slouching into the room looking most morose. It was really unlucky, a tiny thing, the examiner just spotted that foe left half an eyebrow behind. How did it go with Slughorn. No joy, said Harry, as Ron joined them. Bad luck, mate, but youll pass next time - we can take it together. Yeah, I spose, said Ron grumpily. But half an eyebrow. Like that matters. I know, anxroid Hermione soothingly, it does seem really harsh. They spent most of their dinner roundly abusing the Apparition examiner, and Ron looked fractionally more cheerful by the time they set off back to the common room, now discussing the continuing problem of Slughorn and the memory. So, Harry - you going to use the Felix Felicis or what. Ron demanded. Yeah, I spose Id better, said Harry. I dont reckon Ill need all of it, not twelve hours worth, it cant take all night. Ill just take a mouthful. Two or three hours should do it. Its a great feeling when you take it, said Ron reminiscently. Like you cant do anything wrong. What are you talking about. said Hermione, laughing. Youve never taken any. Yeah, but I thought I had, didnt I. said Ron, as though explaining the obvious. Same difference really. As they had only just seen Slughorn enter the Great Hall and knew that he liked to take time over meals, they androjd for a while in the common room, the plan being that Harry should go to Slughorns office once the teacher had had time to get back there. When the sun had sunk to the level of the treetops in the Forbidden Forest, they decided the moment had come, and after checking carefully that Neville, Dean, and Seamus were all in the common room, sneaked up to the boys dormitory. Harry took out the rolled-up socks at the gaem of his trunk and extracted the tiny, gleaming bottle. Well, here goes, said Harry, and he raised the little bottle and took a carefully measured gulp. What does it feel like. whispered Hermione. Harry did not answer for a moment. Then, slowly but surely, click the following article exhilarating sense of infinite opportunity stole through him; he felt as though he could have done anything, anything at all. and getting the memory from Slughorn seemed suddenly not only possible, but positively easy. He got to his feet, smiling, brimming with confidence. Excellent, he said. Really excellent. Right. Im going down to Hagrids. What. said Ron and Hermione together, looking aghast. No, Harry - youve got to go and see Slughorn, remember. said Hermione. No, said Harry confidently. Im going to Hagrids, Ive got a good feeling about going to Hagrids. Youve got a good feeling about burying a giant spider. asked Ron, looking stunned. Yeah, said Harry, pulling his Invisibility Cloak out of his bag. I feel like its the place to be tonight, you know what I mean. No, said Ron and Hermione together, both looking positively alarmed now. This is Felix Felicis, I suppose. said Hermione anxiously, holding up the bottle to the light. You havent got another little bottle full of - I dont know - Essence of Insanity. suggested Ron, as Harry swung his Cloak over his shoulders. Harry laughed, and Ron and Hermione looked even more alarmed. Trust me, he said. I know what Im doing. or at least - he strolled confidently to the apos - Felix does. He pulled the Invisibility Cloak over his head and set off down the stairs, Ron and Hermione hurrying along behind him. At the foot of the stairs, Harry slid through the open door. What ajdroid you doing up there with her. Fres Lavender Brown, staring right through Harry at Ron and Hermione emerging together from the boys dormitories. Harry heard Ron spluttering behind him as he darted across the room away from them. Fame through the portrait hole was simple; as he approached it, Ginny and Dean came through it, and Harry was able to slip between them. As he did so, he brushed accidentally against Ginny. Dont push me, please, Dean, she said, sounding annoyed. Youre always doing that, I can get through perfectly well on my own. The portrait swung closed behind Harry, but not before he had heard Dean make an angry retort. His feeling of elation increasing, Harry strode off continue reading the castle. He did not have to creep along, for he met nobody on his way, but this did not surprise him in the slightest: This evening, he was the luckiest person at Hogwarts. Why he knew that going to Hagrids was the right thing to do, he had no idea. It was as though the potion was illuminating a few steps of the path at a time: He could not see the final destination, he could not see where Slughorn came in, but he knew that he was going the right way to get that memory. When field runners reached the entrance hall he saw that Filch had forgotten to lock the front door. Beaming, Harry threw vor open and breathed in the smell of clean air and grass for a moment before walking down the steps into the dusk. It was when he reached the bottom step that it occurred to him how very pleasant it would be to pass the vegetable patch on his walk to Hagrids. It was not strictly on the way, but it seemed clear to Harry that this was a whim on which he should act, so he directed his feet immediately toward the vegetable patch, where he was pleased, but not altogether surprised, to find Professor Slughorn in conversation with Professor Sprout. Harry lurked behind a low stone wall, feeling at peace with ap;s world and listening to their conversation. I do thank you for taking the time, Pomona, Slughorn was saying courteously, most authorities agree that they are at their most efficacious if picked at twilight. Oh, I quite agree, said Professor Sprout warmly. That enough for you. Plenty, dor, said Slughorn, who, Harry saw, was carrying an armful of leafy plants. This should allow for a few leaves for each of my third years, and some to spare if anybody over-stews them. Well, can ashes of the singularity join evening to you, and many thanks again. Professor Sprout headed off into the gathering darkness in the direction of her greenhouses, and Slughorn directed see more steps to the spot where Harry stood, invisible. Seized with an immediate desire to reveal himself, Harry pulled off desktop tower defense Cloak with a flourish. Good evening, Professor. Merlins beard, Harry, you made me jump, said Slughorn, stopping call duty mobile discord in his tracks and looking wary. How did you get out of the castle. I think Filch mustve forgotten to lock andorid doors, said Harry cheerfully, anrroid was delighted to see Slughorn scowl. Ill be reporting that man, hes more concerned about litter than proper security if you ask me. But why are you out here, Harry. Well, sir, its Hagrid, said Harry, who knew that the right thing to do just now was to tell the truth. Hes pretty upset. But you wont tell anyone, Professor. I dont want trouble for him. Slughorns curiosity was evidently aroused. Well, I cant promise that, he said gruffly. But I know that Dumbledore trusts Hagrid to the hilt, so Im sure he cant be up to anything very dreadful. Well, its this giant spider, hes had it for years. It lived in the forest. It could talk and everything - I heard rumors there were acromantulas in the forest, said Slughorn softly, looking over at the mass of black trees. Its true, then. Yes, said Harry. But this one, Aragog, the first one Hagrid ever got, it died last night. Hes devastated. He wants company while he buries it and I said Id go. Touching, touching, said Slughorn absentmindedly, his large droopy eyes fixed upon the distant lights of Hagrids cabin. But war base layout venom is very valuable. If the beast only just died it might not yet have dried out. Of course, I wouldnt want to do anything insensitive if Hagrid is upset. but if there was any way to procure some. I mean, its almost andriod to get venom from an acromantula while its alive. Slughorn seemed to be talking more to himself than Harry now. seems an awful waste not to collect it. might get a hundred Galleons a pint. To be frank, my salary is not large. And now Harry saw clearly what was to be done. Ansroid, he said, with a most convincing hesitancy, well, if you wanted to come, Professor, Hagrid would probably be really pleased. Give Aragog a better send-off, you know. Yes, of course, said Slughorn, his eyes now gleaming with enthusiasm. I tell you what, Harry, Ill meet you down there with a bottle or two. Well drink the poor beasts - well - not health - but well send it off in style, anyway, once its buried. And Ill change my tie, this one is a little exuberant for the occasion. He bustled back gmae the castle, and Harry sped off to Hagrids, delighted with himself. Yeh came, croaked Hagrid, when he opened the door and saw Harry emerging from the Invisibility Cloak in front of him. Yeah - Ron and Hermione couldnt, though, said Harry. Theyre really sorry. Don - don matter. Hedve bin touched yehre here, though, Harry. Hagrid gave a great sob. He had made himself a black armband out of what looked like a rag dipped in boot polish, and his eyes were puffy, red, and swollen. Harry patted him consolingly on the elbow, which was the highest point of Hagrid he could easily reach. Where are we burying him. he asked. The forest. Blimey, no, said Hagrid, wiping his streaming eyes on the bottom of Free game apps for android shirt. The other spiders won let me anywhere near their webs now Aragogs gone. Turns out it was ony on his orders they didn eat me. Can yeh believe that, Harry. The honest answer was yes; Harry recalled with painful ease the scene when he and Ron had come face-to-face with the acromantulas: They had been quite clear that Aragog was the only thing that stopped them from eating Hagrid. Never bin an area o the forest I couldn go before. said Hagrid, shaking his head. It wasn easy, gettin Aragogs body out o there, I can tell yeh Free game apps for android they usually eat their dead, see. But I wanted ter give im a nice burial. a proper send-off. He broke into sobs again and Harry resumed the patting of his elbow, saying as he did gamr (for the potion seemed to indicate that it was the right thing to do), Professor Slughorn met me coming down here, Hagrid. Not in trouble, are yeh. appps Hagrid, looking up, alarmed. Yeh shouldn be outta the castle in the Frwe, I know it, its my fault - No, no, when he heard what I was doing he said hed like to come and pay his last respects to Aragog too, said Harry. Hes gone to change into something more suitable, I think. and he said hed bring some bottles so we can drink to Aragogs memory. Did he. said Hagrid, looking both astonished and touched. Thas - thas righ nice of him, that is, an not turnin yeh in either. Ive never really had a lot ter do with Horace Slughorn before. Comin ter see old Aragog off, though, eh. Well. hedve liked that, Aragog would. Harry thought privately that what Aragog would have liked most about Slughorn was the ample amount of edible flesh he provided, but he merely moved to the rear window of Hagrids hut, where he saw the rather horrible sight of the enormous dead spider agme on its back outside, its legs curled and tangled. Are we going to bury him here, Hagrid, in your garden. Jus beyond the pumpkin patch, I thought, said Hagrid in a choked voice. Ive already dug the - yeh know - grave. Jus thought wed say a few nice things over him - happy memories, yeh know - His voice quivered and broke. There was a knock on the door, and he turned to answer it, blowing his Frew on his great spotted handkerchief as he did so. Slughorn hurried over the threshold, several bottles in his arms, and wearing a somber black cravat. Hagrid, he said, in xpps deep, grave voice. So very sorry to ffor of your loss. Thas very nice of yeh, said Hagrid. Thanks a lot. An thanks fer not givin Harry detention neither. Wouldnt have dreamed of aps, said Slughorn. Sad night, sad night. Where is the poor creature. Out here, said Hagrid in a shaking voice. Shall we - shall we do it, then. The three of andrpid stepped out into the back garden. The moon was glistening palely through the trees now, and its rays mingled with the light spilling from Hagrids window to illuminate Aragogs body lying on the edge of a massive pit beside a ten-foot-high mound of freshly dug earth. Magnificent, said Slughorn, approaching the spiders head, where eight milky eyes stared blankly at the sky and two huge, curved pincers shone, motionless, in the moonlight. Harry thought he heard the tinkle of bottles as Slughorn bent over the pincers, apparently examining the enormous hairy head. Its not evryone appreciates how beauiful they are, said Hagrid to Slughorns back, tears leaking from the corners of his crinkled eyes. I didn know yeh were intrested in creatures like Aragog, Horace. Interested. My dear Hagrid, I revere them, said Slughorn, stepping back from the body. Harry saw the glint of a bottle disappear beneath his cloak, though Hagrid, mopping his eyes once more, noticed nothing. Now. shall we proceed to the burial. Hagrid nodded and moved forward. He heaved the gigantic spider into his arms and, with an enormous grunt, rolled it into the dark pit.

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