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"Why can't I drink the potion instead?" asked Harry desperately.
'A Pygmy Puff, but I didn't say where.'
"But it comes to the same —"
"I warned you, did I not, that there might be danger?"
He felt stunned; it was as though a beloved pet had turned suddenly savage; what had the Prince been thinking to copy such a spell into his book? And what would happen when Snape saw it? Would he tell Slughorn — Harry's stomach churned — how Harry had been achieving such good results in Potions all year? Would he confiscate or destroy the book that had taught Harry so much . . . the book that had become a kind of guide and friend? Harry could not let it happen. . . . He could not. . .
sang Slughorn plaintively.
They deposited Hagrid in a chair at the table. Fang, who had been skulking in his basket during the burial, now came padding softly across to them and put his heavy head into Harry's lap as usual. Slughorn uncorked one of the bottles of wine he had brought.
What if I don't care?
He felt it best to be honest; what if he spoiled everything by turning up a hundred miles from where he was supposed to go?
"But what if—?"
"Liar," said Snape. Harry's throat went dry. He knew what Snape was going to do and he had never been able to prevent it. ...
'I believe so.'
"Harry, this is spectacular news! Very well done indeed! I knew you could do it!"
Snape returned ten minutes later. He stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
'Harry?' said Professor Trelawney again. 'Harry - I thought we were going to see the Headmaster together?'
He knew it had worked before he opened his eyes: the smell of salt, the sea breeze had gone. He and Dumbledore were shivering and dripping in the middle of the dark High Street in Hogsmeade. For one horrible moment Harry's imagination showed him more Inferi creeping towards him around the sides of shops, but he blinked and saw that noth-ing was stirring; all was still, the darkness complete but for a few streetlamps and lit upper windows.