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â€œ... and then there was another flash of light and I landed on the bed again!â€ Ron grinned, helping himself to sausages.
Hermione had not cracked a smile during this anecdote, and now turned an expression of wintry disapproval upon Harry.
â€œWas this spell, by any chance, another one from that potion book of yours?â€ she asked.
Harry frowned at her.
â€œAlways jump to the worst conclusion, don't you?â€
â€œWell... yeah, it was, but so what?â€
â€œSo you just decided to try out an unknown, handwritten incantation and see what would happen?â€
â€œWhy does it matter if it's handwritten?â€ said Harry, preferring not to answer the rest of the question.
â€œBecause it's probably not Ministry of Magic approved,â€ said Hermione. â€œAnd also,â€ she added, as Harry and Ron rolled their eyes, â€œbecause I'm starting to think this Prince character was a bit dodgy.â€
Both Harry and Ron shouted her down at once.
â€œIt was a laugh!â€ said Ron, upending a ketchup bottle over his sausages. â€œJust a laugh, Hermione, that's all!â€
â€œDangling people upside down by the ankle?â€ said Hermione. â€œWho puts their time and energy into making up spells like that?â€
â€œFred and George,â€ said Ron, shrugging, â€œit's their kind of thing. And, erâ€”â€
â€œMy dad,â€ said Harry. He had only just remembered.
â€œWhat?â€ said Ron and Hermione together.
â€œMy dad used this spell,â€ said Harry. â€œIâ€”Lupin told me.â€
This last part was not true; in fact, Harry had seen his father use the spell on Snape, but he had never told Ron and Hermione about that particular excursion into the Pensieve. Now, however, a wonderful possibility occurred to him. Could the Half-Blood Prince possibly beâ€”?
â€œMaybe your dad did use it, Harry,â€ said Hermione, â€œbut he's not the only one. We've seen a whole bunch of people use it, in case you've forgotten. Dangling people in the air. Making them float along, asleep, helpless.â€
Harry stared at her. With a sinking feeling, he too remembered the behavior of the Death Eaters at the Quidditch World Cup. Ron came to his aid.
â€œThat was different,â€ he said robustly. â€œThey were abusing it. Harry and his dad were just having a laugh. You don't like the Prince, Hermione,â€ he added, pointing a sausage at her sternly, â€œbecause he's better than you at Potions â€”â€
â€œIt's got nothing to do with that!â€ said Hermione, her cheeks reddening. â€œI just think it's very irresponsible to start performing spells when you don't even know what they're for, and stop talking about â€˜the Princeâ€™ as if it's his title, I bet it's just a stupid nickname, and it doesn't seem as though he was a very nice person to me!â€
â€œI don't see where you get that from,â€ said Harry heatedly. â€œIf he'd been a budding Death Eater he wouldn't have been boasting about being â€˜half-blood,â€™ would he?â€
Even as he said it, Harry remembered that his father had been pure-blood, but he pushed the thought out of his mind; he would worry about that later.
â€œThe Death Eaters can't all be pure-blood, there aren't enough pure-blood wizards left,â€ said Hermione stubbornly. â€œI expect most of them are half-bloods pretending to be pure. It's only Muggle-borns they hate, they'd be quite happy to let you and Ron join up.â€
â€œThere is no way they'd let me be a Death Eater!â€ said Ron indignantly, a bit of sausage flying off the fork he was now brandishing at Hermione and hitting Ernie Macmillan on the head. â€œMy whole family are blood traitors! That's as bad as Muggle-borns to Death Eaters!â€
â€œAnd they'd love to have me,â€ said Harry sarcastically. â€œWe'd be best pals if they didn't keep trying to do me in.â€
This made Ron laugh; even Hermione gave a grudging smile, and a distraction arrived in the shape of Ginny.
â€œHey, Harry, I'm supposed to give you this.â€
It was a scroll of parchment with Harry's name written upon it in familiar thin, slanting writing.
â€œThanks, Ginny... It's Dumbledore's next lesson!â€ Harry told Ron and Hermione, pulling open the parchment and quickly reading its contents. â€œMonday evening!â€ He felt suddenly light and happy. â€œWant to join us in Hogsmeade, Ginny?â€ he asked.
â€œI'm going with Deanâ€”might see you there,â€ she replied, waving at them as she left.
Filch was standing at the oak front doors as usual, checking off the names of people who had permission to go into Hogsmeade. The process took even longer than normal as Filch was triple-checking everybody with his Secrecy Sensor.
â€œWhat does it matter if we're smuggling Dark stuff OUT?â€ demanded Ron, eyeing the long thin Secrecy Sensor with apprehension. â€œSurely you ought to be checking what we bring back IN?â€
His cheek earned him a few extra jabs with the Sensor, and he was still wincing as they stepped out into the wind and sleet.
The walk into Hogsmeade was not enjoyable. Harry wrapped his scarf over his lower face; the exposed part soon felt both raw and numb. The road to the village was full of students bent double against the bitter wind. More than once Harry wondered whether they might not have had a better time in the warm common room, and when they finally reached Hogsmeade and saw that Zonko's Joke Shop had been boarded up, Harry took it as confirmation that this trip was not destined to be fun. Ron pointed, with a thickly gloved hand, toward Honeydukes, which was mercifully open, and Harry and Hermione staggered in his wake into the crowded shop.
â€œThank God,â€ shivered Ron as they were enveloped by warm, toffee-scented air. â€œLet's stay here all afternoon.â€
â€œHarry, m'boy!â€ said a booming voice from behind them.
â€œOh no,â€ muttered Harry. The three of them turned to see Professor Slughorn, who was wearing an enormous furry hat and an overcoat with matching fur collar, clutching a large bag of crystalized pineapple, and occupying at least a quarter of the shop.
â€œHarry, that's three of my little suppers you've missed now!â€ said Slughorn, poking him genially in the chest. â€œIt won't do, m'boy, I'm determined to have you! Miss Granger loves them, don't you?â€
â€œYes,â€ said Hermione helplessly, â€œthey're really â€”â€
â€œSo why don't you come along, Harry?â€ demanded Slughorn.
â€œWell, I've had Quidditch practice, Professor,â€ said Harry, who had indeed been scheduling practices every time Slughorn had sent him a little, violet ribbon-adorned invitation. This strategy meant that Ron was not left out, and they usually had a laugh with Ginny, imagining Hermione shut up with McLaggen and Zabini.
â€œWell, I certainly expect you to win your first match after all the hard work!â€ said Slughorn. â€œBut a little recreation never hurt any body. Now, how about Monday night, you can't possibly want to practice in this weather....â€
â€œI can't, Professor, I've got â€” erâ€”an appointment with Professor Dumbledore that evening.â€
â€œUnlucky again!â€ cried Slughorn dramatically. â€œAh, well... you can't evade me forever, Harry!â€
And with a regal wave, he waddled out of the shop, taking as little notice of Ron as though he had been a display of Cockroach Clusters.
â€œI can't believe you've wriggled out of another one,â€ said Hermione, shaking her head. â€œThey're not that bad, you know... they're even quite fun sometimes...â€ But then she caught sight of Ron's expression. â€œOh, lookâ€”they've got Deluxe Sugar Quillsâ€”those would last hours!â€
Glad that Hermione had changed the subject, Harry showed much more interest in the new extra-large Sugar Quills than he would normally have done, but Ron continued to look moody and merely shrugged when Hermione asked him where he wanted to go next.
â€œLet's go to the Three Broomsticks,â€ said Harry. â€œIt'll be warm.â€
They bundled their scarves back over their faces and left the sweetshop. The bitter wind was like knives on their faces after the sugary warmth of Honeydukes. The street was not very busy; nobody was lingering to chat, just hurrying toward their destinations. The exceptions were two men a little ahead of them, standing just outside the Three Broomsticks. One was very tall and thin; squinting through his rain-washed glasses Harry recognized the barman who worked in the other Hogsmeade pub, the Hog's Head. As Harry, Ron, and Hermione drew closer, the barman drew his cloak more tightly around his neck and walked away, leaving the shorter man to fumble with something in his arms. They were barely feet from him when Harry realized who the man was.
The squat, bandy-legged man with long, straggly, ginger hair jumped and dropped an ancient suitcase, which burst open, releasing what looked like the entire contents of a junk shop window.
â€œOh, â€˜ello, â€˜Arry,â€ said Mundungus Fletcher, with a most unconvincing stab at airiness. â€œWell, don't let me keep ya.â€
And he began scrabbling on the ground to retrieve the contents of his suitcase with every appearance of a man eager to be gone.
â€œAre you selling this stuff?â€ asked Harry, watching Mundungus grab an assortment of grubby-looking objects from the ground.
â€œOh, well, gotta scrape a living,â€ said Mundungus. â€œGimme that!â€
Ron had stooped down and picked up something silver.
â€œHang on,â€ Ron said slowly. â€œThis looks familiar â€”â€
â€œThank you!â€ said Mundungus, snatching the goblet out of Ron's hand and stuffing it back into the case. â€œWell, I'll see you allâ€”OUCH!â€
Harry had pinned Mundungus against the wall of the pub by the throat. Holding him fast with one hand, he pulled out his wand.
â€œHarry!â€ squealed Hermione.
â€œYou took that from Sinus's house,â€ said Harry, who was almost nose to nose with Mundungus and was breathing in an unpleasant smell of old tobacco and spirits. â€œThat had the Black family crest on it.â€
â€œIâ€”noâ€”whatâ€”?â€ spluttered Mundungus, who was slowly turning purple.
â€œWhat did you do, go back the night he died and strip the place?â€ snarled Harry.
â€œGive it to me!â€
â€œHarry, you mustn't!â€ shrieked Hermione, as Mundungus started to turn blue.
There was a bang, and Harry felt his hands fly off Mundungus's throat. Gasping and spluttering, Mundungus seized his fallen case, thenâ€”CRACKâ€” he Disapparated.
Harry swore at the top of his voice, spinning on the spot to see where Mundungus had gone.
â€œCOME BACK, YOU THIEVING â€” !â€
â€œThere's no point, Harry.â€ Tonks had appeared out of nowhere, her mousy hair wet with sleet.
â€œMundungus will probably be in London by now. There's no point yelling.â€
â€œHe's nicked Sirius's stuff! Nicked it!â€
â€œYes, but still,â€ said Tonks, who seemed perfectly untroubled by this piece of information. â€œYou should get out of the cold.â€
She watched them go through the door of the Three Broomsticks. The moment he was inside, Harry burst out, â€œHe was nicking Sirius's stuff!â€
â€œI know, Harry, but please don't shout, people are staring,â€ whispered Hermione. â€œGo and sit down, I'll get you a drink.â€
Harry was still fuming when Hermione returned to their table a few minutes later holding three bottles of Butterbeer.
â€œCan't the Order control Mundungus?â€ Harry demanded of the other two in a furious whisper. â€œCan't they at least stop him stealing everything that's not fixed down when he's at headquarters?â€
â€œShh!â€ said Hermione desperately, looking around to make sure nobody was listening; there were a couple of warlocks sitting close by who were staring at Harry with great interest, and Zabini was lolling against a pillar not far away. â€œHarry, I'd be annoyed too, I know it's your things he's stealingâ€”â€
Harry gagged on his Butterbeer; he had momentarily forgotten that he owned number twelve, Grimmauld Place.
â€œYeah, it's my stuff!â€ he said. â€œNo wonder he wasn't pleased to see me! Well, I'm going to tell Dumbledore what's going on, he's the only one who scares Mundungus.â€
â€œGood idea,â€ whispered Hermione, clearly pleased that Harry was calming down. â€œRon, what are you staring at?â€
â€œNothing,â€ said Ron, hastily looking away from the bar, but Harry knew he was trying to catch the eye of the curvy and attractive barmaid, Madam Rosmerta, for whom he had long nursed a soft spot.
â€œI expect â€˜nothing'sâ€™ in the back getting more firewhisky,â€ said Hermione waspishly.
Ron ignored this jibe, sipping his drink in what he evidently considered to be a dignified silence. Harry was thinking about Sirius, and how he had hated those silver goblets anyway. Hermione drummed her fingers on the table, her eyes flickering between Ron and the bar. The moment Harry drained the last drops in his bottle she said, â€œShall we call it a day and go back to school, then?â€
The other two nodded; it had not been a fun trip and the weather was getting worse the longer they stayed. Once again they drew their cloaks tightly around them, rearranged their scarves, pulled on their gloves, then followed Katie Bell and a friend out of the pub and back up the High Street. Harry's thoughts strayed to Ginny as they trudged up the road to Hogwarts through the frozen slush. They had not met up with her, undoubtedly, thought Harry, because she and Dean were cozily closeted in Madam Puddifoot's Tea Shop, that haunt of happy couples. Scowling, he bowed his head against the swirling sleet and trudged on.
It was a little while before Harry became aware that the voices of Katie Bell and her friend, which were being carried back to him on the wind, had become shriller and louder. Harry squinted at their indistinct figures. The two girls were having an argument about something Katie was holding in her hand.
â€œIt's nothing to do with you, Leanne!â€ Harry heard Katie say.
They rounded a corner in the lane, sleet coming thick and fast, blurring Harry's glasses. Just as he raised a gloved hand to wipe them, Leanne made to grab hold of the package Katie was holding; Katie tugged it back and the package fell to the ground.
At once, Katie rose into the air, not as Ron had done, suspended comically by the ankle, but gracefully, her arms outstretched, as though she was about to fly. Yet there was something wrong, something eerie... Her hair was whipped around her by the fierce wind, but her eyes were closed and her face was quite empty of expression. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Leanne had all halted in their tracks, watching.
Then, six feet above the ground, Katie let out a terrible scream. Her eyes flew open but whatever she could see, or whatever she was feeling, was clearly causing her terrible anguish. She screamed and screamed; Leanne started to scream too and seized Katie's ankles, trying to tug her back to the ground. Harry, Ron, and Hermione rushed forward to help, but even as they grabbed Katie's legs, she fell on top of them; Harry and Ron managed to catch her but she was writhing so much they could hardly hold her. Instead they lowered her to the ground where she thrashed and screamed, apparently unable to recognize any of them.
Harry looked around; the landscape seemed deserted.
â€œStay there!â€ he shouted at the others over the howling wind. â€œI'm going for help!â€
He began to sprint toward the school; he had never seen anyone behave as Katie had just behaved and could not think what had caused it; he hurtled around a bend in the lane and collided with what seemed to be an enormous bear on its hind legs.
â€œHagrid!â€ he panted, disentangling himself from the hedgerow into which he had fallen.
â€œHarry!â€ said Hagrid, who had sleet trapped in his eyebrows and beard, and was wearing his great, shaggy beaverskin coat. â€œJusâ€™ bin visitinâ€™ Grawp, he's cominâ€™ on so well yeh wouldnâ€™ â€”â€
â€œHagrid, someone's hurt back there, or cursed, or something â€”â€
â€œWha ?â€ said Hagrid, bending lower to hear what Harry was saying over the raging wind.
â€œSomeone's been cursed!â€ bellowed Harry.
â€œCursed? Who's bin cursedâ€”not Ron? Hermione?â€
â€œNo, it's not them, it's Katie Bellâ€”this way...â€
Together they ran back along the lane. It took them no time to find the little group of people around Katie, who was still writhing and screaming on the ground; Ron, Hermione, and Leanne were all trying to quiet her.
â€œGet back!â€ shouted Hagrid. â€œLemme see her!â€
â€œSomething's happened to her!â€ sobbed Leanne. â€œI don't know what â€”â€
Hagrid stared at Katie for a second, then without a word, bent down, scooped her into his arms, and ran off toward the castle with her. Within seconds, Katie's piercing screams had died away and the only sound was the roar of the wind.
Hermione hurried over to Katie's wailing friend and put an arm around her.
â€œIt's Leanne, isn't it?â€
The girl nodded.
â€œDid it just happen all of a sudden, orâ€”?â€
â€œIt was when that package tore,â€ sobbed Leanne, pointing at the now sodden brown-paper package on the ground, which had split open to reveal a greenish glitter. Ron bent down, his hand outstretched, but Harry seized his arm and pulled him back.
â€œDon't touch it!â€
He crouched down. An ornate opal necklace was visible, poking out of the paper.
â€œI've seen that before,â€ said Harry, staring at the thing. â€œIt was on display in Borgin and Burkes ages ago. The label said it was cursed. Katie must have touched it.â€ He looked up at Leanne, who had started to shake uncontrollably. â€œHow did Katie get hold of this?â€
â€œWell, that's why we were arguing. She came back from the bathroom in the Three Broomsticks holding it, said it was a surprise for somebody at Hogwarts and she had to deliver it. She looked all funny when she said it... Oh no, oh no, I bet she'd been Imperiused and I didn't realize!â€
Leanne shook with renewed sobs. Hermione patted her shoulder gently.
â€œShe didn't say who'd given it to her, Leanne?â€
â€œNo... she wouldn't tell me... and I said she was being stupid and not to take it up to school, but she just wouldn't listen and... and then I tried to grab it from her... and â€” and â€”â€
Leanne let out a wail of despair.
â€œWe'd better get up to school,â€ said Hermione, her arm still around Leanne. â€œWe'll be able to find out how she is. Come on...â€
Harry hesitated for a moment, then pulled his scarf from around his face and, ignoring Ron's gasp, carefully covered the necklace in it and picked it up.
â€œWe'll need to show this to Madam Pomfrey,â€ he said.
As they followed Hermione and Leanne up the road, Harry was thinking furiously. They had just entered the grounds when he spoke, unable to keep his thoughts to himself any longer.
â€œMalfoy knows about this necklace. It was in a case at Borgin and Burkes four years ago, I saw him having a good look at it while I was hiding from him and his dad. This is what he was buying that day when we followed him! He remembered it and he went back for it!â€
â€œIâ€”I dunno, Harry,â€ said Ron hesitantly. â€œLoads of people go to Borgin and Burke... and didn't that girl say Katie got it in the girlsâ€™ bathroom?â€
â€œShe said she came back from the bathroom with it, she didn't necessarily get it in the bathroom itselfâ€”â€
â€œMcGonagall!â€ said Ron warningly.
Harry looked up. Sure enough, Professor McGonagall was hurrying down the stone steps through swirling sleet to meet them.
â€œHagrid says you four saw what happened to Katie Bellâ€”upstairs to my office at once, please! What's that you're holding, Potter?â€
â€œIt's the thing she touched,â€ said Harry.
â€œGood Lord,â€ said Professor McGonagall, looking alarmed as she took the necklace from Harry. â€œNo, no, Filch, they're with me!â€ she added hastily, as Filch came shuffling eagerly across the entrance hall holding his Secrecy Sensor aloft. â€œTake this necklace to Professor Snape at once, but be sure not to touch it, keep it wrapped in the scarf!â€
Harry and the others followed Professor McGonagall upstairs and into her office. The sleet-spattered windows were rattling in their frames, and the room was chilly despite the fire crackling in the grate. Professor McGonagall closed the door and swept around her desk to face Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the still sobbing Leanne.
â€œWell?â€ she said sharply. â€œWhat happened?â€
Haltingly, and with many pauses while she attempted to control her crying, Leanne told Professor McGonagall how Katie had gone to the bathroom in the Three Broomsticks and returned holding the unmarked package, how Katie had seemed a little odd, and how they had argued about the advisability of agreeing to deliver unknown objects, the argument culminating in the tussle over the parcel, which tore open. At this point, Leanne was so overcome, there was no getting another word out of her.
â€œAll right,â€ said Professor McGonagall, not unkindly, â€œgo up to the hospital wing, please, Leanne, and get Madam Pomfrey to give you something for shock.â€
When she had left the room, Professor McGonagall turned back to Harry, Ron, and Hermione.
â€œWhat happened when Katie touched the necklace?â€
â€œShe rose up in the air,â€ said Harry, before either Ron or Hermione could speak, â€œand then began to scream, and collapsed. Professor, can I see Professor Dumbledore, please?â€
â€œThe Headmaster is away until Monday, Potter,â€ said Professor McGonagall, looking surprised.
â€œAway?â€ Harry repeated angrily.
â€œYes, Potter, away!â€ said Professor McGonagall tartly. â€œBut anything you have to say about this horrible business can be said to me, I'm sure!â€
For a split second, Harry hesitated. Professor McGonagall did not invite confidences; Dumbledore, though in many ways more intimidating, still seemed less likely to scorn a theory, however wild. This was a life-and-death matter, though, and no moment to worry about being laughed at.
â€œI think Draco Malfoy gave Katie that necklace, Professor.â€
On one side of him, Ron rubbed his nose in apparent embarrassment; on the other, Hermione shuffled her feet as though quite keen to put a bit of distance between herself and Harry.
â€œThat is a very serious accusation, Potter,â€ said Professor McGonagall, after a shocked pause. â€œDo you have any proof?â€
â€œNo,â€ said Harry, â€œbut...â€ and he told her about following Malfoy to Borgin and Burkes and the conversation they had overheard between him and Mr. Borgin.
When he had finished speaking, Professor McGonagall looked slightly confused.
â€œMalfoy took something to Borgin and Burkes for repair?â€
â€œNo, Professor, he just wanted Borgin to tell him how to mend something, he didn't have it with him. But that's not the point, the thing is that he bought something at the same time, and I think it was that necklace â€”â€
â€œYou saw Malfoy leaving the shop with a similar package?â€
â€œNo, Professor, he told Borgin to keep it in the shop for him â€”â€
â€œBut Harry,â€ Hermione interrupted, â€œBorgin asked him if he wanted to take it with him, and Malfoy said no â€”â€
â€œBecause he didn't want to touch it, obviously!â€ said Harry angrily.
â€œWhat he actually said was, â€˜How would I look carrying that down the street?'â€ said Hermione.
â€œWell, he would look a bit of a prat carrying a necklace,â€ interjected Ron.
â€œOh, Ron,â€ said Hermione despairingly, â€œit would be all wrapped up, so he wouldn't have to touch it, and quite easy to hide inside a cloak, so nobody would see it! I think whatever he reserved at Borgin and Burkes was noisy or bulky, something he knew would draw attention to him if he carried it down the streetâ€”and in any case,â€ she pressed on loudly, before Harry could interrupt, â€œI asked Borgin about the necklace, don't you remember? When I went in to try and find out what Malfoy had asked him to keep, I saw it there. And Borgin just told me the price, he didn't say it was already sold or anything â€”â€
â€œWell, you were being really obvious, he realized what you were up to within about five seconds, of course he wasn't going to tell youâ€”anyway, Malfoy could've sent off for it since â€”â€
â€œThat's enough!â€ said Professor McGonagall, as Hermione opened her mouth to retort, looking furious. â€œPotter, I appreciate you telling me this, but we cannot point the finger of blame at Mr. Malfoy purely because he visited the shop where this necklace might have been purchased. The same is probably true of hundreds of people â€”â€
â€œâ€” that's what I said â€”â€ muttered Ron.
â€œâ€” and in any case, we have put stringent security measures in place this year. I do not believe that necklace can possibly have entered this school without our knowledge â€”â€
â€œâ€” and what is more,â€ said Professor McGonagall, with an air of awful finality, â€œMr. Malfoy was not in Hogsmeade today.â€
Harry gaped at her, deflating.
â€œHow do you know, Professor?â€
â€œBecause he was doing detention with me. He has now failed to complete his Transfiguration homework twice in a row. So, thank you for telling me your suspicions, Potter,â€ she said as she marched past them, â€œbut I need to go up to the hospital wing now to check on Katie Bell. Good day to you all.â€
She held open her office door. They had no choice but to file past her without another word.
Harry was angry with the other two for siding with McGonagall; nevertheless, he felt compelled to join in once they started discussing what had happened.
â€œSo who do you reckon Katie was supposed to give the necklace to?â€ asked Ron, as they climbed the stairs to the common room.
â€œGoodness only knows,â€ said Hermione. â€œBut whoever it was has had a narrow escape. No one could have opened that package without touching the necklace.â€
â€œIt could've been meant for loads of people,â€ said Harry. â€œDumbledoreâ€”the Death Eaters would love to get rid of him, he must be one of their top targets. Or Slughorn â€” Dumbledore reckons Voldemort really wanted him and they can't be pleased that he's sided with Dumbledore. Or â€”â€
â€œOr you,â€ said Hermione, looking troubled.
â€œCouldn't have been,â€ said Harry, â€œor Katie would've just turned around in the lane and given it to me, wouldn't she? I was behind her all the way out of the Three Broomsticks. It would have made much more sense to deliver the parcel outside Hogwarts, what with Filch searching everyone who goes in and out. I wonder why Malfoy told her to take it into the castle?â€
â€œHarry, Malfoy wasn't in Hogsmeade!â€ said Hermione, actually stamping her foot in frustration.
â€œHe must have used an accomplice, then,â€ said Harry. â€œCrabbe or Goyleâ€”or, come to think of it, another Death Eater, he'll have loads better cronies than Crabbe and Goyle now he's joined up â€”â€
Ron and Hermione exchanged looks that plainly said, â€œThere's no point arguing with him.â€
â€œDilligrout,â€ said Hermione firmly as they reached the Fat Lady.
The portrait swung open to admit them to the common room. It was quite full and smelled of damp clothing; many people seemed to have returned from Hogsmeade early because of the bad weather. There was no buzz of fear or speculation, however: clearly, the news of Katie's fate had not yet spread.
â€œIt wasn't a very slick attack, really, when you stop and think about it,â€ said Ron, casually turfing a first year out of one of the good armchairs by the fire so that he could sit down. â€œThe curse didn't even make it into the castle. Not what you'd call foolproof.â€
â€œYou're right,â€ said Hermione, prodding Ron out of the chair with her foot and offering it to the first year again. â€œIt wasn't very well thought-out at all.â€
â€œBut since when has Malfoy been one of the world's great thinkers?â€ asked Harry.
Neither Ron nor Hermione answered him.
The Half Blood Prince
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