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"
I
was
just
telling
young
Marcus
here
that
I
had
the
pleasure
of
teaching
his
Uncle
Damocles
,
"
Slughorn
told
Harry
and
Neville
,
now
passing
around
a
basket
of
rolls
.
"
Outstanding
wizard
,
outstanding
,
and
his
Order
of
Merlin
most
well-deserved
.
Do
you
see
much
of
your
uncle
,
Marcus
?
"
Unfortunately
,
Beiby
had
just
taken
a
large
mouthful
of
pheasant
;
in
his
haste
to
answer
Slughorn
he
swallowed
too
fast
,
turned
purple
,
and
began
to
choke
.
"
Anapneo
,
"
said
Slughorn
calmly
,
pointing
his
wand
at
Belby
,
whose
airway
seemed
to
clear
at
once
.
"
Not
...
not
much
of
him
,
no
,
"
gasped
Belby
,
his
eyes
streaming
.
"
Well
,
of
course
,
I
daresay
he
's
busy
,
"
said
Slughorn
,
looking
questioningly
at
Belby
.
"
I
doubt
he
invented
the
Wolfsbane
Potion
without
considerable
hard
work
!
"
"
I
suppose
...
"
Er
...
he
and
my
dad
do
n't
get
on
very
well
,
you
see
,
so
I
do
n't
really
know
much
about
...
"
His
voice
tailed
away
as
Slughorn
gave
him
a
cold
smile
and
turned
to
McLaggen
instead
.
"
Now
,
you
,
Cormac
,
"
said
Slughorn
,
"
I
happen
to
know
you
see
a
lot
of
your
Uncle
Tiberius
,
because
he
has
a
rather
splendid
picture
of
the
two
of
you
hunting
Nogtails
in
,
I
think
,
Norfolk
?
"
"
Oh
,
yeah
,
that
was
fun
,
that
was
,
"
said
McLaggen
.
"
We
went
with
Bertie
Higgs
and
Rufus
Scrimgeour
--
this
was
before
he
became
Minister
,
obviously
--
"
