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P.
S.
I
enjoy
Acid
Pops
.
"
He
enjoys
Acid
Pops
?
"
said
Ron
,
who
had
read
the
message
over
Harry
's
shoulder
and
was
looking
perplexed
.
"
It
's
the
password
to
get
past
the
gargoyle
outside
his
study
,
"
said
Harry
in
a
low
voice
.
"
Ha
!
Snape
's
not
going
to
be
pleased
...
I
wo
n't
be
able
to
do
his
detention
!
"
He
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
spent
the
whole
of
break
speculating
on
what
Dumbledore
would
teach
Harry
.
Ron
thought
it
most
likely
to
be
spectacular
jinxes
and
hexes
of
the
type
the
Death
Eaters
would
not
know
.
Hermione
said
such
things
were
illegal
,
and
thought
it
much
more
likely
that
Dumbledore
wanted
to
teach
Harry
advanced
Defensive
magic
.
After
break
,
she
went
off
to
Arithmancy
while
Harry
and
Ron
returned
to
the
common
room
where
they
grudgingly
started
Snape
's
homework
.
This
turned
out
to
be
so
complex
that
they
still
had
not
finished
when
Hermione
joined
them
for
their
after-lunch
free
period
(
though
she
considerably
speeded
up
the
process
)
.
They
had
only
just
finished
when
the
bell
rang
for
the
afternoon
's
double
Potions
and
they
beat
the
familiar
path
down
to
the
dungeon
classroom
that
had
,
for
so
long
,
been
Snape
's
.
When
they
arrived
in
the
corridor
they
saw
that
there
were
only
a
dozen
people
progressing
to
N.
E.
W.
T.
level
.
Crabbe
and
Goyle
had
evidently
failed
to
achieve
the
required
O.
W.
L.
grade
,
but
four
Slytherins
had
made
it
through
,
including
Malfoy
.
Four
Ravenclaws
were
there
,
and
one
Hufflepuff
,
Ernie
Macmillan
,
whom
Harry
liked
despite
his
rather
pompous
manner
.
"
Harry
,
"
Ernie
said
portentously
,
holding
out
his
hand
as
Harry
approached
,
"
did
n't
get
a
chance
to
speak
in
Defense
Against
The
Dark
Arts
this
morning
.
Good
lesson
,
I
thought
,
but
Shield
Charms
are
old
hat
,
of
course
,
for
us
old
D.
A.
lags
...
And
how
are
you
,
Ron
--
Hermione
?
"
Before
they
could
say
more
than
"
fine
,
"
the
dungeon
door
opened
and
Slughorn
's
belly
preceded
him
out
of
the
door
.
As
they
filed
into
the
room
,
his
great
walrus
mustache
curved
above
his
beaming
mouth
,
and
he
greeted
Harry
and
Zabini
with
particular
enthusiasm
.
The
dungeon
was
,
most
unusually
,
already
full
of
vapors
and
odd
smells
.
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
sniffed
interestedly
as
they
passed
large
,
bubbling
cauldrons
.
The
four
Slytherins
took
a
table
together
,
as
did
the
four
Ravenclaws
.
This
left
Harry
,
Ron
,
and
Hermione
to
share
a
table
with
Ernie
.
They
chose
the
one
nearest
a
gold-colored
cauldron
that
was
emitting
one
of
the
most
seductive
scents
Harry
had
ever
inhaled
:
somehow
it
reminded
him
simultaneously
of
treacle
tart
,
the
woody
smell
of
a
broomstick
handle
,
and
something
flowery
he
thought
he
might
have
smelled
at
the
Burrow
.
He
found
that
he
was
breathing
very
slowly
and
deeply
and
that
the
potion
's
fumes
seemed
to
be
filling
him
up
like
drink
.
A
great
contentment
stole
over
him
;
he
grinned
across
at
Ron
,
who
grinned
back
lazily
.
"
Now
then
,
now
then
,
now
then
,
"
said
Slughorn
,
whose
massive
outline
was
quivering
through
the
many
shimmering
vapors
.
"
Scales
out
,
everyone
,
and
potion
kits
,
and
do
n't
forget
your
copies
of
Advanced
Potion-Making
...
"
"
Sir
?
"
said
Harry
,
raising
his
hand
.
