Harry Potter And The Half-blood Prince Page #2

protect him from harm?

I will.

And if Draco should fail,

will you yourself

carry out the deed

the Dark Lord has ordered

Draco to perform?

I will.

Step up, step up!

We got fating fancies.

- And he's made me go.

- At just in for time for school.

Puking Pastilles.

Meeting's in the cauldron,

Hanson.

- Peruvian Instant Darkness Powder.

- How real many spinned it at that one?

Handy if you need

to make a quick getaway.

Hello, ladies.

Love potions, eh?

Yeah.

They really do work.

Then again the way

we heard you, sis...

You're doing just fine

on your own.

Meaning?

Are you not currently dating

Dean Thomas?

It's none of your business.

How much for this?

- Five galleons.

- Five galleons.

How much for me?

- Five galleons.

- Five galleons.

I'm your brother.

- Ten galleons.

- Ten galleons.

Come on, let's go.

Hi, Ron.

Hi.

How are Fred and George

doing it?

Half the alley's

closed down.

Fred reckons people

need a laugh these days.

I reckon he's right.

Oh, no.

Everyone got their wands

from Ollivanders.

Harry...

Is it me

or do Draco and Mummy

look like two people who

don't want to be followed?

Quibbler!

Quibbler.

He's lovely.

They've been known to sing

at Boxing Day, you know?

- Quibbler?

- Oh, please.

What's a Wrackspurt?

Invisible creatures,

they flow in your ears

and make your brain go fuzzy.

Quibbler!

So what was Draco doing

with that weird-looking cabinet?

And who were

all those people?

Don't you see?

It was a ceremony.

- An initiation.

- Stop it, Harry.

- I know where you're going with this.

- It happened.

- He's one of them.

- One of who?

Harry's under the impression

Draco Malfoy is now a Death Eater.

You're barking.

What would You-Know-Who want

with a sod like Malfoy?

Oh, then what's he doing

in Borgin and Burkes?

Browsing for furniture?

It's a creepy shop.

He's a creepy blood.

Blood? His father is a Death Eater.

It only makes sense.

Besides, Hermione saw it

with her own eyes.

I told you,

I don't know what I saw.

I need some air.

- What's going on?

- What's in that?

What's that?

What is it?

- I don't know.

- What was that?

Relax, boys. It's probably just

a phantom messing around.

Come, Draco. Sit down.

We'll be at Hogwarts soon.

Hogwarts.

What a pathetic excuse for a school.

I think I pitched myself

off the astronomy tab

I thought I had to continue

for another 2 years.

What's that supposed

to mean?

Let's just say I don't think

I see me wasting my time

in Charms class

next year.

Amused, Blaise?

Let's see just

who's laughing in the end.

You two go on.

Wanna check something.

- Where's Harry?

- He's probably on the platform.

Come on.

Didn't Mummy ever tell you

it was rude to eavesdrop, Potter?

Petrificus Totalus!

Oh yeah...

She was dead before you could

wipe the drool off your chin.

That's for my father.

Enjoy your ride

back to London.

Ennervate!

Hello, Harry!

Luna.

How'd you know where I was?

Wrapspurts,

your head's full of them.

Sorry I made you miss the carriages,

by the way, Luna.

That's alright.

It was like being with a friend.

Well,

I am your friend, Luna.

That's nice.

Oh, about time.

I've been looking

all over for you two.

Right...

Names?

Professor Flitwick,

you know me for five years.

No exceptions, Potter.

- Who are those people?

- Aurors.

Security.

What's this cane here then?

It's not a cane, you cretin.

It's a walking stick.

And what exactly will

you be doing with all...

be construed

as an offensive weapon.

It's alright, Mr. Filch.

I can vouch for Mr. Malfoy.

Nice face, Potter.

Would you like me

to fix it for you?

Personally, I think

you look a bit more...

devil may care

this way but...

It's up to you.

Well, have you ever

fixed a nose before?

No, but I've done

several toes...

How different

are they really?

Um, okay, yeah.

Give it a go.

Episkey!

- How do I look?

- Exceptionally ordinary.

Brilliant!

Hermione...

I'm here in a minute.

Will you stop eating?

Your best friend is missing.

Why won't you

turn around, you lunatic?

He's covered in blood again.

Why is it

he's always covered in blood?

Looks like it's his own

this time.

Where have you been?

What happened to your face?

Later.

What did I miss?

The Sorting Hat says we ought to be

brave and strong in these trouble times.

Easy for it to say, though.

It's a hat, isn't it?

- Very best of evenings to you all.

- Thanks.

First off, let me introduce

the newest member of our staff.

Horace Slughorn.

Professor Slughorn, I'm happy to say,

has agreed to resume his old post...

as Potions Master.

Meanwhile, the post of

Defense Against the Dark Arts...

will be taken by

Professor Snape.

As you know,

each and every one of you

were searched

upon your arrival here tonight.

And you have the right

to know why.

Once,

there was a young man.

Like you,

sat in this very hall.

Walked this castle's corridors.

Slept under it's roof.

You see, to all the world,

a student like any other.

His name:

Tom Riddle.

Today of course, is known

all over the world by another name.

Which is why

as I stand,

looking out

upon you all tonight,

I'm reminded

of a sobering fact.

Every day, every hour,

this very minute, perhaps...

dark forces attempt

to penetrate this castle's walls.

But in the end,

that greatest weapon...

is you.

Just something

to think about.

Now off to bed,

beep beep.

That was cheerful.

History of Magic is upstairs,

ladies, not down.

Mr. Davis, Mr. Davis,

that is the girls' lavatory.

Potter.

Oh, this can't be good.

Enjoying ourselves,

are we?

I had a free period

this morning, Professor.

So I noticed.

I would think you would want

to fill it with Potions.

Or is it no longer your ambition

to become an Auror?

Well, it was, but I was told to have

to get an Outstanding in my O.W.L.

So you did, when Professor Snape

was teaching Potions.

However, Professor Slughorn's

perfectly happy

to accept N.E.W.T. students

with "Exceeds Expectations".

Brilliant, um...

Well, I'll head there straight away.

Oh, good, good.

Potter, take Weasley with you.

He looks far too happy over there.

I don't want

to take Potions.

There's Quidditch trials coming up,

I need to practice.

Attention to detail in the preparation

is the prerequisite of all plan.

Harry, my boy,

I've been beginning to worry.

You brought someone

with us, I see.

Ron Weasley, sir.

But I'm dead awful at Potions.

A menace, actually so.

I'm probably just gonna--

Nonsense,

we'll sort you out.

Any friend of Harry's

is a friend of mine.

Get your books out.

I'm sorry, sir, I haven't actually

got my book yet and nor is Ron.

Not to worry,

get what you want from the cupboard.

Now as I was saying,

I prepared some concoctions

this morning.

Any ideas

what these might be?

- Yes, Miss...?

- Granger, sir.

That one there is

Veritaserum.

It's a truth-telling serum.

And that one--

It's terribly tricky to make.

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