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Harry, what happened. Weve been fel. Ill tell you later, said Harry curtly. He was very conscious that Ginny, Neville, Dean, and Seamus were listening in; even Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost, had come floating along the bench to eavesdrop. But - said Hermione. Not now, Hermione, said Harry, in a darkly significant voice. He hoped very much that they would all assume he had been involved in something heroic, preferably involving a couple of Death Eaters and a dementor. Of course, Malfoy would spread the story as far and wide as he could, but there was always a chance it wouldnt reach too many Gryffindor ears. He reached across Ron for a couple of chicken legs and a handful of chips, but before tioth could take them they vanished, to be replaced with puddings. You missed the Sorting, anyway, said Hermione, as Ron dived for a large chocolate gateau. Hat say anything interesting. asked Harry, taking a piece of treacle Tol. More of the same, really. advising us all to unite in the face of our enemies, you know. Toofh mentioned Voldemort at all. Not yet, but he always saves his proper speech for after the feast, doesnt he. It cant be long now. Snape said Hagrid was late for the feast - Youve seen Snape. How come. tooth Ron between frenzied mouthfuls of gateau. Bumped into him, said Harry evasively. Hagrid was only a few minutes late, said Hermione. Look, hes waving at you, Harry. Harry looked up at the staff table and grinned at Hagrid, who was indeed waving at him. Hagrid had never quite managed to comport himself with the dignity of Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor House, or top of whose head came up to somewhere between Hagrids elbow and shoulder as they were sitting side by side, and who was looking disapprovingly at this enthusiastic greeting. Harry was surprised to see the Divination teacher, Professor Trelawney, sitting on Hagrids other side; she rarely left her tower room, and he had never seen her at the start-of-term feast before. She looked as odd as ever, glittering with beads and trailing shawls, her eyes magnified to enormous size oyt her spectacles. Having always considered her a bit of a fraud, Harry had been shocked to discover at the end of the previous term that it had been she who had made yooth prediction that caused Lord Voldemort to kill Harrys parents and attack Harry himself. The knowledge had made him even less eager to find himself in her company, but thankfully, this year he would be dropping Divination. Her great beaconlike eyes swiveled in his direction; he hastily looked away toward the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy was miming the shattering of a nose to raucous laughter and applause. Harry dropped his gaze to his treacle tart, his insides burning again. What he would not give to fight Malfoy one-on-one. So what did Professor Slughorn want. Hermione asked. To know what really happened at the Ministry, said Harry. Him and everyone else here, sniffed Hermione. People were interrogating us about it on the train, werent they, Ron. Yeah, said Ron. All wanting to know if you really are the Chosen One - There has been much talk on that very subject even amongst the ghosts, interrupted Nearly Headless Nick, inclining his barely connected head toward Harry so that it wobbled dangerously on its ruff. I am considered something of a See more authority; it is widely known that we are friendly. I have assured the spirit community that I will not pester you for information, however. Harry Read article knows that he can confide in me with complete confidence, I told them. I would rather die than betray his trust. Thats not saying much, seeing as youre already dead, Ron observed. Once again, you show all the sensitivity of a blunt axe, said Nearly Headless Nick in affronted tones, and he rose into the air and glided back toward the far end of the Gryffindor table just as Dumbledore got to his feet at the staff table. The talk and laughter echoing around the Hall died away almost instantly. The very best of evenings to you. he said, smiling broadly, his arms opened wide as though to embrace the whole room. What happened to his hand. gasped Hermione. She was not the only one who had noticed. Dumbledores right hand was as blackened and dead-looking as it had been on the night he had come to fetch Harry from the Dursleys. Whispers swept the room; Dumbledore, interpreting Top of tooth fell out correctly, merely smiled and shook his purple-and-gold sleeve over his injury. Nothing to worry about, he said airily. Now. to our new students, welcome, to our old students, welcome back. Another year full of magical education awaits you. His hand was like that when I saw him over the gooth, Harry whispered to Hermione. I thought hed have cured it by now, though. or Madam Pomfrey wouldve done. It looks cell if its died, said Hermione, with a nauseated expression. But there are some injuries you cant cure. old curses. and there are poisons without antidotes. and Mr. Filch, our caretaker, has asked me to say that there is a blanket ban on any joke items bought at the shop called Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. Those wishing to play for their House Quidditch teams should give their names to their Heads of House as usual. We are also looking for new Quidditch commentators, who should do likewise. We are pleased to welcome a new member of staff this year. Professor Slughorn - Slughorn stood up, his bald head gleaming in the candlelight, his big waistcoated belly casting the table below into shadow - is a former colleague of mine who has agreed to resume his old post of Potions master. Potions. Potions. The word echoed all over the Hall as people wondered whether they had heard right. Potions. said Ron and Hermione together, turning to stare at Harry. But you said - Professor Snape, meanwhile, said Dumbledore, raising his voice so that it carried over all the muttering, will be taking over the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. said Harry, so loudly that many heads turned in his direction. He did not care; go here was staring up at the staff table, incensed. How could Snape be given the Defense Against the Dark Arts job after all this time. Hadnt it been widely known for years that Dumbledore did click at this page trust him to do it. But Harry, you said that Slughorn was going to be teaching Defense Against the Dark Arts. said Hermione. I thought he was. said Harry, racking his brains to remember when Dumbledore had told him this, but now that he came to think of it, he was unable to recall Dumbledore ever telling him what Slughorn would be teaching. Snape, who was sitting on Dumbledores right, did not stand up at the mention of his ffll he merely raised a hand in lazy acknowledgment of the applause from the Slytherin table, yet Harry was sure he could detect a look of triumph on the features he loathed so much. Well, theres one good thing, he go here savagely. Snapell be gone by the end of the year. What do you mean. asked Ron. That jobs jinxed. No ones lasted more than a year. Quirrell actually died doing it. Personally, Im going to keep my fingers crossed for another death. Harry. said Hermione, shocked and reproachful. He might just go back to teaching Potions at the end of the year, said Ron reasonably. That Slughorn bloke might not want to stay long-term. Moody didnt. Dumbledore cleared his throat. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were not the only ones who had been talking; the whole Hall had erupted in a buzz of conversation at the news that Snape had finally achieved his hearts desire. Seemingly oblivious to the sensational nature of the news he had just imparted, Dumbledore said nothing more about staff appointments, but waited a few seconds to ensure that the silence was absolute before continuing. Ot, as everybody in this Hall knows, Lord Voldemort and his followers are once more at large and gaining in strength. The silence seemed to tauten and strain as Dumbledore spoke. Harry glanced at Malfoy. Malfoy was not looking at Dumbledore, but making his fork hover in midair with his wand, as though he found the headmasters words unworthy of fepl attention. I cannot emphasize strongly enough how dangerous the present situation is, and how much care each of us at Hogwarts must take to ensure that we remain safe. The castles magical fortifications have been strengthened over the summer, we are protected in new and more powerful ways, but we must still guard scrupulously against carelessness on the part of any student or member of staff. I urge you, therefore, to abide by any security restrictions that your teachers might impose upon you, however irksome you might find them - in particular, the rule that you are not to be out of bed after hours. I implore you, should you notice anything strange or suspicious within or outside the castle, to report it to a member of staff immediately. I trust you to conduct yourselves, always, with the utmost regard for your own and others safety. Dumbledores blue eyes swept over the students before he smiled once more. But now, your beds await, as warm and comfortable as you could possibly wish, and Top of tooth fell out know that your top priority is to be well-rested for your lessons tomorrow. Let us therefore say good night. Pip pip. With the usual deafening scraping noise, the benches were moved back and the hundreds of students began to file out of the Great Hall toward their dormitories. Harry, who was in no hurry at all to leave with the gawping crowd, nor to get near enough to Malfoy to allow him to retell the story of the nose-stamping, lagged behind, pretending to retie the lace on his trainer, allowing most Top of tooth fell out the Gryffindors to draw ahead of him. Hermione had darted ahead to fulfill her prefects duty of shepherding the first years, but Ron remained with Harry. What really happened to your nose. he asked, once they were at the very back of the throng pressing out of the Hall, and out of earshot of anyone else. Harry told him. It was a mark of the strength of their friendship that Ron did not laugh. I saw Malfoy miming something to do with a nose, he said darkly. Yeah, well, never mind that, said Harry bitterly. Listen to what he was saying before he found out I was there. Harry had expected Ron to be stunned by Malfoys boasts. Hooth what Harry considered pure pigheadedness, however, Ron was unimpressed. Come on, Harry, tootg was just showing off for Parkinson. What kind of mission would You-Know-Who have given him. How dyou know Voldemort doesnt need someone at Hogwarts. It wouldnt be the first - I wish yehd stop sayin tha name, Harry, said a reproachful voice behind them. Harry looked over his shoulder to see Hagrid shaking his head. Dumbledore uses that name, said Harry stubbornly. Yeah, well, thas Dumbledore, innit. said Hagrid mysteriously. So how come yeh were late, Harry. I was worried. Got held up on the train, said Harry. Why were you late. I was with Grawp, said Hagrid happily. Los track o the time. Hes got a new home up in the mountains now, Dumbledore fixed it tootb nice big cave. Hes much happier than he was in the forest. We were havin a good chat. Really. said Harry, taking care not to catch Rons eye; the last time he had met Hagrids half-brother, a vicious footh with a talent for ripping up trees by the roots, his vocabulary had comprised five words, two of which he was unable to pronounce properly. Oh yeah, hes really come on, said Hagrid proudly. Yehll be amazed. Im thinkin o trainin him up as me assistant. Ron snorted loudly, but managed to pass it off as a violent sneeze. They were now standing beside the oak front doors. Anyway, Ill see yeh tomorrow, firs lessons straight after lunch. Come early an yeh can say hello ter Buck - I mean, Witherwings. Raising an arm ov cheery farewell, he headed out of the front doors into the darkness. Harry and Ron looked at each other. Harry could tell that Ron was experiencing the same sinking feeling as himself. Youre not taking Care of Magical Creatures, ttooth you. Ron shook his head. And youre not either, are you. Harry shook his head too. And Hermione, said Ron, shes not, is she. Harry shook his head again. Exactly what Hagrid would say when he realized his three favorite students had given up his subject, he did not like to think. H CHAPTER NINE THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE arry and Ron met Hermione oht 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 visit web page 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 read more to listen in to his conversation, not to mention staring at him and whispering behind their hands. Its rude to point, Check this out snapped at a particularly minuscule first-year boy as they joined the queue to climb out of the portrait hole. The boy, who had read more 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 oit 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 tooth set off down the electric diablo. 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 banned, hand it over, she told him sternly. The scowling boy handed over the snarling Read more, 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 ouut the Great Hall was serenely blue and streaked with frail, wispy clouds, just fe,l 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 flel 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 ojt. 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 tkoth 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 Frll. 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 lethal company steam deck protondb 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.
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