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And Ron. Leave me out of it, said Ron hastily. Hermione glared at him. Fred and George sniggered. Youll be singing a different tune soon enough, Hermione, said Fred, thickly buttering a crumpet. Youre starting your fifth year, youll be begging us for a Snackbox before long. And why would starting fifth year mean I want a Skiving Snackbox. asked Hermione. Fifth years O. year, said George. So youve got your exams coming up, havent you. Theyll be keeping your noses so hard to that grindstone theyll be rubbed raw, said Fred with satisfaction. Half our year had minor breakdowns coming up to O. s, said George happily. Tears and tantrums. Patricia Stimpson kept coming over faint. Kenneth Towler came out in boils, dyou remember. said Fred reminiscently. Thats cause you put Bulbadox Powder in his pajamas, said George. Oh yeah, said Fred, grinning. Id forgotten. Hard to keep track sometimes, isnt it. Anyway, its a nightmare of a year, the fifth, said George. If you care about exam results anyway. Fred and I managed to keep our spirits up somehow. Yeah. you got, what was it, three O. s each. said Ron. Yep, said Fred unconcernedly. But we feel our futures lie outside the world of academic achievement. We seriously debated whether we were going to bother coming back for our seventh year, said George brightly, now that weve got - For steam deck dock controller lag authoritative broke off at a warning look from Harry, who knew George had been about to mention the Triwizard winnings he had given them. - now that weve got our O. s, George said hastily. I mean, do we really need N. But we didnt think Mum could take us leaving school early, not on top of Percy turning out to be the worlds biggest prat. Were not going to waste our last year here, though, said Fred, looking affectionately around at the Great Hall. Were going to use it to do a bit of market research, find out exactly what the average Hogwarts student requires from his joke shop, carefully evaluate the results of our research, and then produce the products to fit the demand. But where are you going to get the gold to start a joke shop. asked Hermione skeptically. Youre going to need all the ingredients and materials - and premises too, I suppose. Harry did not look at the twins. His face felt hot; he deliberately dropped his fork and dived down to retrieve it. He heard Fred say overhead, Ask us no questions and well tell you no lies, Hermione. Cmon, George, if we get there early we might be able to sell a few Extendable Ears before Herbology. Harry emerged from under the table to see Fred and George walking away, each carrying a stack of toast. What did that mean. said Hermione, looking from Harry to Ron. Ask us no questions. Does that mean theyve already got some gold to start a joke shop. You know, Ive been wondering about that, said Ron, his brow furrowed. They bought me a new set of dress robes this summer, and I couldnt understand where they got the Galleons. Harry decided it was time to steer the conversation out of these dangerous waters. Dyou reckon its true this years going to be really tough. Because of the exams. Oh yeah, said Ron. Bound to be, isnt it. s are really important, affect the jobs you can apply for and everything. We get career advice too, later this year, Bill told me. So you can choose what N. s you want to do next year. Dyou know what you want to do after Hogwarts. Harry asked the other two, as they left the Great Hall shortly afterward and set off toward their History of Magic classroom. Not really, said Ron slowly. Except. well. He looked slightly sheepish. What. Harry urged him. Well, itd be cool to be an Auror, said Ron in an offhand voice. Yeah, it would, said Harry fervently. But theyre, like, the elite, said Ron. Youve got to be really good. What about you, Hermione. I dont know, said Hermione. I think Id really like to do something worthwhile. An Aurors worthwhile. said Harry. Yes, it is, but its not the only worthwhile thing, said Hermione thoughtfully. I mean, if I could take S. further. Harry and Ron carefully avoided looking at each other. History of Magic was by common consent the most boring subject ever devised by Wizard-kind. Professor Binns, their ghost teacher, had a wheezy, droning voice that was almost guaranteed to cause severe drowsiness within ten minutes, five in warm weather. He never varied the form of their lessons, but lectured them without pausing while they took notes, or rather, gazed sleepily into space. Harry and Ron had so far managed to scrape passes in this subject only by copying Hermiones notes before exams; she alone seemed able to resist the soporific power of Binnss voice. Today they suffered three-quarters of an hours droning on the subject of giant wars. Harry heard just enough within the first ten minutes to appreciate dimly that in another teachers hands this subject might have been mildly interesting, but then his brain disengaged, and he spent the remaining thirtyfive minutes playing hangman on a corner of his parchment with Ron, while Hermione shot them filthy looks out of the corner of her eye. How would it be, she asked them coldly as they left the classroom for break (Binns drifting away through the blackboard), if I refused to lend you my notes this year. Wed fail our O. s, said Ron. If you want that on your conscience, Hermione. Well, youd deserve it, she snapped. You dont even try to listen to him, do you. We do try, said Ron. We just havent got your brains or your memory or your concentration - youre just cleverer than we are - is it nice to rub it in. Oh, dont give me that rubbish, said Hermione, but she looked slightly mollified as she led the way out into the damp courtyard. A fine misty drizzle was falling, so that the people standing in huddles around the yard looked blurred at the edges. Harry, Ron, and Hermione chose a secluded corner under a heavily dripping balcony, turning up the collars of their robes against the chilly September air and talking about what Snape was likely to set them in the first lesson of the year. They had got as far as agreeing that it was likely to be something extremely difficult, just to catch them off guard after a two-month holiday, when someone walked around the corner toward them. Hello, Harry. It was Cho Chang and what was more, she was on her own again. This was most unusual: Cho was almost always surrounded by a gang of giggling girls; Harry remembered the agony of trying to get her by herself to ask her to the Yule Ball. Hi, said Harry, feeling his face grow hot. At least youre not covered in Stinksap this time, he told himself. Cho seemed to be thinking along the same lines. You got that stuff off, then. Yeah, said Harry, trying to grin as though the memory of their last meeting was funny as opposed to mortifying. So did you. er. have a good summer. The moment he had said this he wished he hadnt: Cedric had been Chos boyfriend and the memory of his death must have affected her holiday almost as badly as it had affected Harrys. Something seemed to tauten in her face, but she said, Oh, it was all right, you know. Is that a Tornados badge. Ron demanded suddenly, pointing at the front of Chos robes, to which a sky-blue badge emblazoned with a double gold T was pinned. You dont support them, do you. Yeah, I do, said Cho. Have you always supported them, click the following article just since they started winning the league. said Ron, in what Harry considered an unnecessarily accusatory tone of voice. Ive supported them since I was six, said Cho coolly. Anyway. see you, Harry. She walked away. Hermione waited until Cho was halfway across the courtyard before rounding on Ron. You are so tactless. What. I only asked her if - Couldnt you tell she wanted to talk to Harry on her own. She couldve done, I wasnt stopping - What on earth were you attacking her about her Quidditch team for. Attacking. I wasnt attacking her, I was only - Who cares if she supports the Tornados. Oh, come on, half the people you see wearing those badges only bought them last season - But what does it matter. It means theyre not real fans, theyre just jumping on the bandwagon - Thats the bell, said Harry listlessly, because Ron and Hermione were bickering too loudly to hear it. They did not stop arguing all the way down to Snapes dungeon, which gave Harry plenty of time to reflect that between Neville and Ron he would be lucky ever to have two minutes conversation with Cho that he could look back on without wanting to leave the country. And yet, he thought, as they joined the queue lining up outside Snapes classroom door, she had chosen to come and talk to him, hadnt she. She had been Cedrics girlfriend; she could easily have hated Harry for coming out of the Triwizard maze alive when Cedric had died, yet she was talking to him in a perfectly friendly way, not as though she thought him mad, or a liar, or in some horrible way responsible for Cedrics death. Yes, she had definitely chosen to come and talk to him, and that made the second time in two days. and at this thought, Harrys spirits rose. Even the ominous sound of Snapes dungeon door creaking open did not puncture the small, hopeful bubble that seemed to have swelled in his chest. He filed into the classroom behind Ron and Hermione and followed them to their usual table at the back, ignoring the huffy, irritable noises now issuing from both of them. Settle down, said Snape coldly, shutting the door behind him. There was no real need for the call to order; the moment the class had heard the door close, quiet had fallen and all fidgeting stopped. Snapes mere presence was usually enough to ensure a classs silence. Before we begin todays lesson, said Snape, sweeping over to his desk and staring around at them all, I think it appropriate to remind you that next June you will be sitting an important examination, during which you will prove how much you have learned about the composition and use of magical potions. Moronic though some of this class undoubtedly are, I expect you to scrape an Acceptable in your O.or suffer my. displeasure. His gaze lingered this time upon Neville, who gulped. After this year, of course, many of you will cease studying with me, Snape went on. I take only the very best into my N. Potions class, which means that some of us will certainly be saying good-bye. His eyes rested on Harry and his lip curled. Harry glared back, feeling a grim pleasure at the idea that he would be able to give up Potions after fifth year. But we have another year to go before that happy moment of farewell, said Snape softly, so whether you are intending to attempt N. or not, I advise all of you to concentrate your efforts upon maintaining the high-pass level I have come to expect from my O. students. Today we will be mixing a potion that often comes up at Ordinary Wizarding Level: the Draught of Peace, a potion to calm anxiety and soothe agitation. Be warned: If you are too heavy-handed with the ingredients you will put the drinker into a heavy and sometimes irreversible sleep, so you will need to pay close attention to what you are doing. On Harrys left, Hermione sat up a little straighter, her expression one of the utmost attentiveness. The ingredients and method - Snape flicked his wand - are on the blackboard - (they appeared there) - you will find everything you need - he flicked his wand again - in the store cupboard - (the door of the said cupboard sprang open) - you have an hour and a half. Start. Just as Harry, Ron, and Hermione had predicted, Snape could hardly have set them a more difficult, fiddly potion. The ingredients had to be added to the cauldron in precisely the right order and quantities; the mixture had to be stirred exactly the right number of times, firstly in clockwise, then in counterclockwise directions; the heat of the flames on which it was simmering had to be lowered to exactly the right level for a specific number of minutes before the final ingredient was added. A light silver vapor should now be rising from your potion, called Snape, with ten minutes left to go. Harry, who was sweating profusely, looked desperately around the dungeon. His own cauldron was issuing copious amounts of dark gray steam; Rons was spitting green sparks. Seamus was feverishly prodding the flames at the base of his cauldron with the tip of his wand, as they had gone out. The surface of Hermiones potion, however, was a shimmering mist of silver vapor, and as Snape swept by he looked down his hooked nose at Стрелялки counter strike without comment, which meant that he could find nothing to criticize. At Harrys cauldron, however, Snape stopped, looking down at Harry with a horrible smirk on his face. Potter, what is this supposed to be. The Slytherins at the front of the class all looked up eagerly; they loved hearing Snape taunt Harry. The Draught of Peace, said Harry tensely. Tell me, Potter, said Snape softly, can you read. Draco Malfoy laughed. Yes, I can, said Harry, his fingers clenched tightly around his wand. Read the third line of the instructions for me, Potter. Harry squinted at the blackboard; it was not easy to make out the instructions through the haze of multicolored steam now filling the dungeon. Add powdered moonstone, stir three times counterclockwise, allow to simmer for seven minutes, then add two drops of syrup of hellebore. His heart sank. He had not added syrup of hellebore, but had proceeded straight to the fourth line of the instructions after allowing his potion to simmer for seven minutes. Did you gaiden skins legends apex everything on the third line, Potter. No, said Harry very quietly. I beg your pardon. No, said Harry, more loudly. I forgot the hellebore. I know you did, Potter, which means that this mess is utterly worthless. Evanesco. The contents of Harrys potion vanished; he was left standing foolishly Стрелялки counter strike baldurs gate 3 free the artist of the world empty cauldron. Those of you who have managed to read the instructions, fill one flagon with a sample of your potion, label it clearly with your name, and bring it up to my desk for testing, said Snape. Homework: twelve inches of parchment on the properties of moonstone and its uses in potion-making, to be handed in on Thursday. While everyone around him filled their flagons, Harry cleared away his things, seething. His potion had been no visit web page than Rons, which was now giving off a foul odor of bad eggs, or Nevilles, which had achieved the consistency of just-mixed cement and which Neville was now having to gouge out of his cauldron, yet it was he, Harry, who would be receiving zero marks for the days work. He stuffed his wand back into his bag and slumped down onto his seat, watching everyone else march up to Snapes desk with filled and corked flagons. When at long last the bell rang, Harry was first out of the dungeon and had already started his lunch by the time Ron and Hermione joined him in the Great Hall. The ceiling had turned an even murkier gray during the morning. Rain was lashing the high windows. That was really unfair, said Hermione consolingly, sitting down next to Harry and helping herself to shepherds pie. Your potion wasnt nearly as bad as Goyles, when he put it in his flagon the whole thing shattered and set his robes on fire. Yeah, well, said Harry, glowering at his plate, since when has Snape ever been fair to me. Neither of the others answered; all three of them knew that Snape and Harrys mutual enmity had been absolute from the moment Harry had set foot in Hogwarts. I did think he might be a bit better this year, said Hermione in a disappointed voice. I mean. you know. She looked carefully around; there were half a dozen empty seats on either side of them and nobody was passing the table. Now hes in the Order and everything. Poisonous toadstools dont change their spots, said Ron sagely. Anyway, Ive always thought Dumbledore was cracked trusting Snape, wheres the evidence he ever really stopped working for You-Know-Who. I think Dumbledores probably got plenty of evidence, even if he doesnt share it with you, Ron, snapped Hermione. Oh, shut up, the pair of you, said Harry heavily, as Ron opened his mouth to argue back. Hermione and Ron both froze, looking angry and offended. Cant you give it a rest. he said. Youre always having a go at each other, its driving me mad. And abandoning his shepherds pie, he swung his schoolbag back over his shoulder and left them sitting there. He walked up the marble staircase two steps at a time, past the many students hurrying toward lunch. The anger that had just flared so unexpectedly still blazed inside him, and the vision of Ron and Hermiones shocked faces afforded him a sense of deep satisfaction. Serve them right, he thought.

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