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To
his
annoyance
he
saw
that
the
previous
owner
had
scribbled
all
over
the
pages
,
so
that
the
margins
were
as
black
as
the
printed
portions
.
Bending
low
to
decipher
the
ingredients
(
even
here
,
the
previous
owner
had
made
annotations
and
crossed
things
out
)
Harry
hurried
off
toward
the
store
cupboard
to
find
what
he
needed
.
As
he
dashed
back
to
his
cauldron
,
he
saw
Malfoy
cutting
up
Valerian
roots
as
fast
as
he
could
.
Everyone
kept
glancing
around
at
what
the
rest
of
the
class
was
doing
;
this
was
both
an
advantage
and
a
disadvantage
of
Potions
,
that
it
was
hard
to
keep
your
work
private
.
Within
ten
minutes
,
the
whole
place
was
full
of
bluish
steam
.
Hermione
,
of
course
,
seemed
to
have
progressed
furthest
.
Her
potion
already
resembled
the
"
smooth
,
black
currant-colored
liquid
"
mentioned
as
the
ideal
halfway
stage
.
Having
finished
chopping
his
roots
,
Harry
bent
low
over
his
book
again
.
It
was
really
very
irritating
,
having
to
try
and
decipher
the
directions
under
all
the
stupid
scribbles
of
the
previous
owner
,
who
for
some
reason
had
taken
issue
with
the
order
to
cut
up
the
sopophorous
bean
and
had
written
in
the
alternative
instruction
:
Crush
with
flat
side
of
silver
dagger
,
releases
juice
better
than
cutting
.
"
Sir
,
I
think
you
knew
my
grandfather
,
Abraxas
Malfoy
?
"
Harry
looked
up
;
Slughorn
was
just
passing
the
Slytherin
table
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Slughorn
,
without
looking
at
Malfoy
,
"
I
was
sorry
to
hear
he
had
died
,
although
of
course
it
was
n't
unexpected
,
dragon
pox
at
his
age
...
"
And
he
walked
away
.
Harry
bent
back
over
his
cauldron
,
smirking
.
He
could
tell
that
Malfoy
had
expected
to
be
treated
like
Harry
or
Zabini
;
perhaps
even
hoped
for
some
preferential
treatment
of
the
type
he
had
learned
to
expect
from
Snape
.
It
looked
as
though
Malfoy
would
have
to
rely
on
nothing
but
talent
to
win
the
bottle
of
Felix
Felicis
.
The
sopophorous
bean
was
proving
very
difficult
to
cut
up
.
Harry
turned
to
Hermione
.
"
Can
I
borrow
your
silver
knife
?
"
