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It was a small roll of parchment, which Harry recognized at once as another invitation to a lesson with Dumbledore.
But Slughorn seemed paralysed by shock. Ron twitched and choked: his skin was turning blue.
"You won't find anything in there," said Hermione firmly, late on Sunday evening.
"I'd be glad to see anything Miss Hepzibah shows me," said Voldemort quietly, and Hepzibah gave another girlish giggle.
She bustled back into her office, and Harry sank back into his pillows, fuming.
"What d'you mean?"
"No it won', Filch," said Hagrid shortly. "They're with me, aren’ they?"
But Ron, who did not appear to be listening to the toast, had already thrown the mead into his mouth and swallowed it.
'Why does that stop you having breakfast?' Harry asked, trying to inject a note of common sense into the proceedings.
Harry could only assume that it was down in Hokey’s contract that she must lie through her teeth when asked this question, because Hepzibah Smith looked a long way from lovely in his opinion.
They spent most of their dinner roundly abusing the Apparition examiner, and Ron looked fractionally more cheerful by the time they set off back to the common room, now discussing the continuing problem of Slughorn and the memory.
Harry retold the story he had already recounted, it felt like a hundred times to Dumbledore, to McGonagall, to Madam Pomfrey, to Hermione, and to Ginny.
"Late again, Potter," said Snape coldly, as Harry hurried into the candlelit classroom. "Ten points from Gryfrindor." Harry scowled at Snape as he flung himself into the seat beside Ron. Half the class were still on their feet, taking out books and orga-nizing their things; he could not be much later than any of them.
"How do I look?" said Hepzibah, turning her head to admire the various angles of her face in the mirror.
"Is he?" said Harry, surprised, for he had found Ron perfectly alert every time he had been up to the hospital wing, both highly interested in the news of Dumbledore and Snape's row and keen m abuse McLaggen as much as possible.
"Late again, Potter," said Snape coldly, as Harry hurried into the candlelit classroom. "Ten points from Gryfrindor." Harry scowled at Snape as he flung himself into the seat beside Ron. Half the class were still on their feet, taking out books and orga-nizing their things; he could not be much later than any of them.。