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"
Have
you
ever
taken
it
,
sir
?
"
asked
Michael
Corner
with
great
interest
.
"
Twice
in
my
life
,
"
said
Slughorn
.
"
Once
when
I
was
twenty-four
,
once
when
I
was
fifty-seven
.
Two
tablespoonfuls
taken
with
breakfast
.
Two
perfect
days
.
"
He
gazed
dreamily
into
the
distance
.
Whether
he
was
playacting
or
not
,
thought
Harry
,
the
effect
was
good
.
"
And
that
,
"
said
Slughorn
,
apparently
coming
back
to
earth
,
"
is
what
I
shall
be
offering
as
a
prize
in
this
lesson
.
"
There
was
silence
in
which
every
bubble
and
gurgle
of
the
surrounding
potions
seemed
magnified
tenfold
.
"
One
tiny
bottle
of
Felix
Felicis
,
"
said
Slughorn
,
taking
a
minuscule
glass
bottle
with
a
cork
in
it
out
of
his
pocket
and
showing
it
to
them
all
.
"
Enough
for
twelve
hours
'
luck
.
From
dawn
till
dusk
,
you
will
be
lucky
in
everything
you
attempt
.
"
"
Now
,
I
must
give
you
warning
that
Felix
Felicis
is
a
banned
substance
in
organized
competition
...
sporting
events
,
for
instance
,
examinations
,
or
elections
.
So
the
winner
is
to
use
it
on
an
ordinary
day
only
...
and
watch
how
that
ordinary
day
becomes
extraordinary
!
"
"
So
,
"
said
Slughorn
,
suddenly
brisk
,
"
how
are
you
to
win
this
fabulous
prize
?
Well
,
by
turning
to
page
ten
of
Advanced
Potion
Making
.
We
have
a
little
over
an
hour
left
to
us
,
which
should
be
time
for
you
to
make
a
decent
attempt
at
the
Draught
of
Living
Death
.
I
know
it
is
more
complex
than
anything
you
have
attempted
before
,
and
I
do
not
expect
a
perfect
potion
from
anybody
.
The
person
who
does
best
,
however
,
will
win
little
Felix
here
.
Off
you
go
!
"
There
was
a
scraping
as
everyone
drew
their
cauldrons
toward
them
and
some
loud
clunks
as
people
began
adding
weights
to
their
scales
,
but
nobody
spoke
.
The
concentration
within
the
room
was
almost
tangible
.
Harry
saw
Malfoy
riffling
feverishly
through
his
copy
of
Advanced
Potion-Making
.
It
could
not
have
been
clearer
that
Malfoy
really
wanted
that
lucky
day
.
Harry
bent
swiftly
over
the
tattered
book
Slughorn
had
lent
him
.
