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"For a trip down Bob Ogden's memory lane," said Dumbledore, pulling from his pocket a crystal bottle containing a swirling silvery-white substance.

Harry knocked.

"Why does it matter if it's handwritten?" said Harry, preferring not to answer the rest of the question.

who for some reason had taken issue with the order to cut up the sopophorous bean and had written in the alternative instruction:

His cheek earned him a few extra jabs with the Sensor, and he was still wincing as they stepped out into the wind and sleet.

因為有愛，團聚和勝利指日可待！

"McGonagall!" said Ron warningly.

"Prove it," said Riddle at once, in the same commanding tone he had used when he had said, "Tell the truth."

"Oh no, of course you weren't, I forgot you were late. . .. Well, Filch ran over all of us with Secrecy Sensors when we got into the entrance hall. Any Dark object would have been found, I know for a fact Crabbe had a shrunken head confiscated. So you see, Malfoy can't have brought in anything dangerous!"

The boy hesitated, then took it, and they shook hands. Dumbledore drew up the hard wooden chair beside Riddle, so that the pair of them looked rather like a hospital patient and visitor.

"What went wrong?" asked Harry. "Why did the love potion stop working?"

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The post owls arrived, swooping down through rain-flecked windows, scattering everyone with droplets of water. Most people were receiving more post than usual; anxious parents were keen to hear from their children and to reassure them, in turn, that all was well at home. Harry had received no mail since the start of term; his only regular correspondent was now dead and although he had hoped that Lupin might write occasionally, he had so far been disappointed. He was very surprised, therefore, to see the snowy white Hedwig circling amongst all the brown and gray owls. She landed in front of him carrying a large, square package. A moment later, an identical package landed in front of Ron, crushing beneath it his minuscule and exhausted owl, Pigwidgeon.

Ron gagged on a large piece of kipper. Hermione spared him one look of disdain before turning back to Harry.

"And time's . . . up!" called Slughorn. "Stop stirring, please!"

"Nothing," said Ron, hastily looking away from the bar, but Harry knew he was trying to catch the eye of the curvy and attractive bar-maid, Madam Rosmerta, for whom he had long nursed a soft spot.

"Yeah. Righ'," said Hagrid again.