Harry Potter And The Half-blood Prince Page #4

I could remember

when it was One Broomstick.

All hands on deck, Granger.

Listen, my boy,

in the old days, I used to throw together

the occassional supper party.

Select a student

or two.

Would you be game?

I consider it

an honor, sir.

You'd be welcome too,

Granger.

- I'd be delighted, sir.

- Splendid!

Look for my owl.

Good to see you, Wallenby.

What are you playing at?

Dumbledore's asked me

to get to know him.

- Get to know him?

- Dunno.

It must be important.

If it wasn't,

Dumbledore wouldn't ask.

You got a little bit...

Katie, we don't know

what it could be.

- Harry, what...

- I know what I'm doing.

Did you hear

what she was saying

back in the pub there

on me and her snogging?

I warned her.

I warned her not to touch it.

Don't get any closer!

Get back, all of you.

Oh no, no, no.

Do not touch that,

except for the wrappings.

Do you understand?

You're sure Katie did not have this

in her possession

when she entered

the Three Broomsticks?

It's like I said.

She left to go to the loo.

And when she came back,

she had the package.

She said it was important

that she deliver it.

- Did she say to whom?

- To Professor Dumbledore.

Very well. Thank you, Leanne.

You may go.

Why is it

when something happens,

it is always you three?

Believe me, Professor,

I've been asking myself

the same question for six years.

Oh, Severus.

What do you think?

I think Ms. Bell

is lucky to be alive.

She was cursed,

wasn't she?

I know Katie.

Off the Quidditch pitch,

she wouldn't hurt a fly.

If she was delivering that

to Professor Dumbledore,

she wasn't doing it

knowingly.

Yes, she was cursed.

It was Malfoy.

That is a very

serious accusation, Potter.

Indeed.

Your evidence?

I just know.

You "just" know.

Once again, you're astonished

with your gifts, Potter.

Gifts mere mortals can only

dream of possessing.

How grand it must be

to be the Chosen One.

I suggest you go back

to your dormitories.

All of you.

What do you suppose

Dean sees in her-- Ginny?

And what does

she see in him?

Dean--

He's brilliant.

You called him slick git

not five hours ago.

Yeah, well, he was running

his hands all over my sister,

wasn't he?

Something snaps.

You've got to hate him, you know?

Old principle.

I suppose.

So what do you think

he sees in her?

I don't know.

She's smart,

funny, attractive--

Attractive?

You know,

she's got nice skin.

Skin? You're saying Dean's

dating my sister because of her skin?

For blood, I mean.

I'm just--I'm just saying

it could be

a contributing factor.

Hermione's got nice skin.

When you say it,

as skin goes, I mean.

I've never really

thought about it.

But I suppose, yeah.

Very nice.

I think

I'll be going to sleep now.

Right.

So tell me, Cormac, do you see anything

of your uncle Tiberius these days?

Yes, sir, in fact I'm meant

to get hunting with him

and the Minister of Magic

over the holidays.

Oh, well, be sure

to give them both my best.

And what about

your uncle, Belby?

For those of you

who don't know well,

Marcus' uncle invented

the Wolfsbane Potion.

Is he working

on anything new?

I don't know.

He and my dad

don't get along.

'Prolly cause my dad

says potions are rubbish.

His only potion worth having

is a stiff one at the end of the day.

And what about you,

Ms. Granger,

what exactly does your family do

in the Muggle world?

My parents are dentists.

They attend to people's teeth.

Fascinating.

And is that considered

a dangerous profession?

No.

Although, one boy, Robby Fenwich,

did bite my father once.

He needed ten stitches.

Ah, Ms. Weasley.

Come in, come in.

Look, her eyes.

They've been fighting again.

Her and Dean.

Sorry,

I'm not usually late.

No matter,

just in time for dessert.

That is if Belby

has left you any.

- What?

- Nothing.

Goodbye.

Bye-bye.

Potter!

I'm sorry, sir, I was

just admiring your hourglass.

Ah yes,

most intriguing object.

The sand runs in accordance

with the quality of the conversation.

It is stimulating,

the sand runs slowly.

- If it is not...

- I think I'll be going, then.

Nonsense.

You have nothing

to fear, dear boy.

Actually,

some of your classmates...

Well, let's just say

they're unlikely to make the shelf.

Shelf, sir?

Anyone who aspires to be anyone

hopes to end up here.

But then again, you already

are someone, aren't you, Harry?

Did Voldemort

ever make the shelf, sir?

You knew him, didn't you, sir?

Tom Riddle?

You were his teacher.

Mr. Riddle had a number of teachers

who was here at Hogwarts.

What was he like?

I'm sorry, sir.

Forgive me.

He killed my parents.

Of course, it's only natural

you should want to know more.

But I'm afraid

I must disappoint you, Harry.

When I first met

young Mr. Riddle,

he was a quiet,

albeit brilliant boy,

committed to becoming

a first-grade wizard.

Not unlike

others I've known.

Not unlike yourself,

in fact.

If the monster existed,

it was very deep within.

You okay, Ron?

I'm counting on you, Ron.

I've 2 games on Gryffindor, ya?

- Be good, Ron.

- Loser!

What's he wearing?

- So how was it, then?

- How is what?

- Your dinner party?

- Pretty boring actually.

But I think

Harry enjoyed dessert.

Slughorn's having Christmas,

do you know?

I'm about to bring someone.

I expect

you'll be bringing McLaggen.

He's in the Slug Club,

isn't he?

Actually,

I was going to ask you.

Really?

Good luck today, Ron.

I know

you'll be brilliant.

I'm resigning.

After today's match,

McLaggen can have my spot.

Are you alright?

- Juice?

- Sure.

Hello, everyone.

You look dreadful, Ron.

Is that why you put

something in his cup?

Is it a tonic?

Liquid luck.

Don't drink it, Ron.

- You could be expelled for that.

- What are we talking about?

Come on, Harry,

we've got a game to win.

- Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!

- Weasley! Weasley! Weasley!

You shouldn't

have done it.

I know. I supposed I could have just

used the Confundus charm.

That was different.

That was try-outs,

this was a natural game.

You didn't put in?

Ron only thought

you did.

Charm spell.

Just practising.

Very good.

How does it feel, Harry?

When you see

Dean with Ginny?

I know.

I see the way

you look at her.

You're my best friend.

Oops! I think

this room's taken.

What's with the birds?

Oppugno.

It feels like this.

I can't help it if

she's got her knickers in a twist.

What Lav and I have, well,

let's just say,

there's no stopping it.

It's chemical.

Will it last?

Who knows?

Point is

I'm a free agent.

He's at perfect liberty

to kiss whomever he likes.

I really couldn't

care less.

Was I

under the impression

he and I would be attending

Slughorn's Christmas party together?

Yes. Now,

given the circumstances,

I had to make

other arrangements.

- Have you?

- Yes.

Why?

Well, I just thought

seeing is not the risk at going

with who

we'd really like to,

We should go together,

as friends.

Why didn't

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