Harry Potter And The Half-blood Prince Page #3

This is Amortentia.

The most powerful

love potion in the world.

It's rumored to smell differently

to each person

according to

what attracts them.

For example, I smell...

Freshly mown grass

and new parchment and...

Spearmint toothpaste.

Now Amortentia

doesn't create actual love.

That would be impossible,

but it does cause

powerful infatuation or obsession.

And for that reason,

it is probably the most

dangerous potion in this room.

Sir, you haven't told us

what's in that one.

Oh yes. What you see before you,

ladies and gentlemen,

is a curious little potion,

known as Felix Felicis.

But it is more commonly known

referred to as--

- Liquid luck.

- Yes, Miss Granger.

Liquid luck.

Desperately tricky to make,

disastrous should you get it wrong.

One sip and you'll find

that all of your endeavours succeed.

At least

until the effects wear off.

So this is what I offer

each of you today.

One tiny vial of liquid luck

to the student

who in the hour that remains,

manages to brew

an acceptable

Draught of Living Dead.

Recipes for which can be found

on page 10 of your books.

Issue one doubt, however.

Only one set of student

manage to brew a potion

of sufficient quality

to claim this prize.

Nevertheless,

good luck to you all.

Let the brewing commence.

How did you do that?

You crush it,

don't cut it.

No, the instructions

specifically says to cut.

No, really.

Merlin's beard!

It is perfect!

So perfect I'd just say

one drop would kill us all!

Here we are then,

as promised.

One vial of Felix Felicis.

Congratulations.

Use it well.

Oh Harry,

you got my message?

Come in.

How are you?

I'm fine, sir.

Enjoying your classes?

I know Professor Slughorn

is most impressed with you.

I think he overestimates

my abilities, sir.

Do you?

Definitely.

What about your activities

outside the classroom?

Sir?

Well, I notice you've spent

a great deal of time with Miss Granger.

I can't help wondering if--

Oh, no, no, I mean...

She's brilliant

and we're friends.

- But no.

- Forgive me.

I was only being curious.

But enough chit-chat.

You must be wondering

why I summoned you here tonight.

The answer lies here.

What you're looking at

are memories.

In this case,

pertaining to one individual:

Voldemort.

Or as he was known, then:

Tom Riddle.

This vial contains

the most sufficient memory.

On the day

I first met him.

I'd like you to see it.

If you want.

I'm to admit to some confusion for

receiving your letter, Mr. Dumbledore.

In all the years Tom's been here,

he's never once had a family visitor.

There have been incidents

with the other children--

Nasty things.

Tom, you have a visitor.

How'd you do, Tom?

Don't.

You're the doctor,

aren't you?

No, I'm a professor.

I don't believe you.

She wants me

looked at.

They think I'm...

different.

Or perhaps they're right.

I'm not mad.

Hogwarts is not a place

for mad people.

Hogwarts is a school.

School of magic.

You can do things,

can't you, Tom?

Things other children can't.

I can make things move

without touching them.

I can make animals do

what I want without training them.

I can make bad things happen

to people who mean to me.

Can make them hurt.

If I want.

Who are you?

Well, I'm like you, Tom.

I'm different.

Prove it.

I think there's something

in your wardrobe

trying to get out, Tom.

Thievery is not tolerated

at Hogwarts, Tom.

At Hogwarts, we'll be taught not only

how to use magic, but how to control it.

You understand me?

I can speak to snakes too.

They find me.

Whisper things.

Is that normal for someone like me?

Did you know, sir,

then?

Did I know I just met the most

dangerous dark wizard of all time?

No.

If I had, I...

Over time

while here at Hogwarts,

Tom Riddle grew close

to one particular teacher.

Can you guess

who that teacher might be?

You didn't bring Professor Slughorn back

simply to teach potions, did you, sir?

No, I did not.

You see, Professor Slughorn possesses

something that I desire very dearly.

He will not

give it out easily.

You said Professor Slughorn

would try to collect to me.

I did.

Do you want me

to let him?

Yes.

Okay,

so this morning,

I'm gonna be putting you all

for a few drills

just to assess you

straight.

Quiet, please!

Shut it!

Thanks.

Alright, um,

now then, remember,

just because you made

the team last year

does not guarantee you

a spot this year.

Is that clear?

Good.

No hard feelings, Weasley,

alright?

Hard feelings?

Yeah, I'll be going out

for Keeper's, well,

It's...

nothing personal.

Really?

Such a big guy like you?

You've got more of a Beater's build,

don't you think?

Keepers need

to be quick, agile.

I'll have my chances.

Say, um, you think you could

introduce me to your friend, Granger?

Wouldn't mind, eh,

getting on a first-hand base,

you know

what I mean?

Come on, come on.

Go, Cormac.

Come on, Ron!

Come on, Ron.

Confundus.

He's brilliant.

I have to admit I thought

I was going to miss that last one.

I hope Cormac's

not taking it too hard.

He's got a bit of a thing for you,

Hermione-- Cormac.

He's vile.

Have you ever heard of the spell:

Sectumsempra?

No, I haven't.

If you had a shred of self-respect,

you'd hand that book in.

Not bloody likely.

He's top of the class.

He's even better than you, Hermione.

Slughorn thinks

he's a genius.

I'd like to know

who's that book was.

- Let's have a look, shall we?

- No.

Why not?

The binding is fragile.

"The binding is fragile"?

Yeah.

- Who's the Half-Blood Prince?

- Who?

That's what it says

right here.

This book is property

of the Half-Blood Prince.

For weeks,

you carry around this book.

Practically, sleep with it,

and yet you have no desire

to find out

who the Half-Blood Prince is.

I didn't say I wasn't curious

and I don't sleep with it.

Well, it's true.

Well, I got a nice chat

before I go to bed.

And all you do is that bloody book.

It's like being with Hermione.

Well, I was curious

So, I went to--

- The library?

- The library?

And?

And nothing.

I couldn't find a reference

anywhere

to the Half-Blood Prince.

There we go.

That settles it, then.

Yeah, uh...

hoping to find you

in the Three Broomsticks.

Uh no, emergency choir practice

from the freighthorse.

Does anyone fancy

a butterbeer?

A chum of mine

was sledging down Clagsby Hill.

We had a very long, home-made

Norwegian style sledge.

We hurtled down,

we hit what most...

Ron, sit aside me.

Okay.

Something to drink?

Three butterbeers

and some ginger in mine, please.

Oh, bloody hell.

Ron, see they're only

holding hands.

And snogging.

- I'd like to leave.

- What?

You can't be serious.

- That happens to be my sister.

- So?

What if she looked at me

and saw you snogging me?

Would you expect her

to get up and leave?

- Hey, my boy.

- So wonderful to see you.

And you, and you.

So what brings you here?

Oh, Three Broomsticks and I go way back

further than I care to admit.

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