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"
And
time
's
...
up
!
"
called
Slughorn
.
"
Stop
stirring
,
please
!
"
Slughorn
moved
slowly
among
the
tables
,
peering
into
cauldrons
.
He
made
no
comment
,
but
occasionally
gave
the
potions
a
stir
or
a
sniff
.
At
last
he
reached
the
table
where
Harry
,
Ron
,
Hermione
,
and
Ernie
were
sitting
.
He
smiled
ruefully
at
the
tarlike
substance
in
Ron
's
cauldron
.
He
passed
over
Ernie
's
navy
concoction
.
Hermione
's
potion
he
gave
an
approving
nod
.
Then
he
saw
Harry
's
,
and
a
look
of
incredulous
delight
spread
over
his
face
.
"
The
clear
winner
!
"
he
cried
to
the
dungeon
.
"
Excellent
,
excellent
,
Harry
!
Good
lord
,
it
's
clear
you
've
inherited
your
mother
's
talent
.
She
was
a
dab
hand
at
Potions
,
Lily
was
!
Here
you
are
,
then
,
here
you
are
--
one
bottle
of
Felix
Felicis
,
as
promised
,
and
use
it
well
!
"
Harry
slipped
the
tiny
bottle
of
golden
liquid
into
his
inner
pocket
,
feeling
an
odd
combination
of
delight
at
the
furious
looks
on
the
Slytherins
'
faces
and
guilt
at
the
disappointed
expression
on
Hermione
's
.
Ron
looked
simply
dumbfounded
.
"
How
did
you
do
that
?
"
he
whispered
to
Harry
as
they
left
the
dungeon
.
"
Got
lucky
,
I
suppose
,
"
said
Harry
,
because
Malfoy
was
within
earshot
.
Once
they
were
securely
ensconced
at
the
Gryffindor
table
for
dinner
,
however
,
he
felt
safe
enough
to
tell
them
.
Hermione
's
face
became
stonier
with
every
word
he
uttered
.
"
I
s
'
pose
you
think
I
cheated
?
"
he
finished
,
aggravated
by
her
expression
.
"
Well
,
it
was
n't
exactly
your
own
work
,
was
it
?
"
she
said
stiffly
.
