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"No one's tried to attack me all year," said Harry. "No one's done anything to me at all-"
"Okay. . . hows this for a theory," said Ron excitedly. "Krum attacked Crouch - no, wait for it - and then Stunned himself!"
"You are to go down to the Quidditch field tonight at nine o'clock. Potter," she told
"You cant Disapparate on the Hogwarts grounds, haven't I told you enough times?" said Hermione.
Hermione looked at her watch. "We haven't done any practicing!" she said, looking shocked. "We were going to do the Impediment Curse! We'll have to really get down to it tomorrow! Come on. Harry, you need to get some sleep."
"Went to look in the bushes," said Harry, "but there wasn't anyone else there."
"After the lesson," Snape snapped.
She waved her wand and the lamps went out. The fire was the only source of light now.
Hagrid was in such a bad mood, Harry was quite glad to say good-bye to him in front of the Fat Lady. He clambered through the portrait hole into the common room and hurried straight for the corner where Ron and Hermione were sitting, to tell them what had happened.
Ron, however, was frowning at the chocolate Hagrid had given him. He looked thoroughly put out about something.
"Undiluted bubotuber pus!" said Ron, picking up the envelope gingerly and sniffing it.
Dumbledore . . ."
"Enter," said Snape in his usual voice.
Furious, Harry threw his ingredients and his bag into his cauldron and dragged it up to the front of the dungeon to the empty table. Snape followed, sat down at his desk and watched Harry unload his cauldron. Determined not to look at Snape, Harry resumed the mashing of his scarab beetles, imagining each one to have Snape's face.
Love Potions are, of course, banned at Hogwarts, and no doubt Albus Dumbledore will want to investigate these claims. In the meantime, Harry Potters well-wishers must hope that, next time, he bestows his heart on a worthier candidate.
the one he himself had pulled out of the Sorting Hat in his second year. The sword had once belonged to Godric Gryffindor, founder of Harry's House. He was gazing at it, remembering how it had come to his aid when he had thought all hope was lost, when he noticed a patch of silvery light, dancing and shimmering on the glass case. He looked around for the source of the light and saw a sliver of silver-white shining brightly from within a black cabinet behind him, whose door had not been closed properly. Harry hesitated, glanced at Fawkes, then got up, walked across the office, and pulled open the cabinet door.