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Harry
,
who
thought
it
most
unlikely
that
Rufus
Scrimgeour
was
a
vampire
,
but
who
was
used
to
Luna
repeating
her
father
's
bizarre
views
as
though
they
were
fact
,
did
not
reply
;
they
were
already
approaching
Slughorn
's
office
and
the
sounds
of
laughter
,
music
,
and
loud
conversation
were
growing
louder
with
every
step
they
took
.
Whether
it
had
been
built
that
way
,
or
because
he
had
used
magical
trickery
to
make
it
so
,
Slughorn
's
office
was
much
larger
than
the
usual
teacher
's
study
.
The
ceiling
and
walls
had
been
draped
with
emerald
,
crimson
and
gold
hangings
,
so
that
it
looked
as
though
they
were
all
inside
a
vast
tent
.
The
room
was
crowded
and
stuffy
and
bathed
in
the
red
light
cast
by
an
ornate
golden
lamp
dangling
from
the
center
of
the
ceiling
in
which
real
fairies
were
fluttering
,
each
a
brilliant
speck
of
light
.
Loud
singing
accompanied
by
what
sounded
like
mandolins
issued
from
a
distant
corner
;
a
haze
of
pipe
smoke
hung
over
several
elderly
warlocks
deep
in
conversation
,
and
a
number
of
house-elves
were
negotiating
their
way
squeakily
through
the
forest
of
knees
,
obscured
by
the
heavy
silver
platters
of
food
they
were
bearing
,
so
that
they
looked
like
little
roving
tables
.
"
Harry
,
m
'
boy
!
"
boomed
Slughorn
,
almost
as
soon
as
Harry
and
Luna
had
squeezed
in
through
the
door
.
"
Come
in
,
come
in
,
so
many
people
I
'd
like
you
to
meet
!
"
Slughorn
was
wearing
a
tasseled
velvet
hat
to
match
his
smoking
jacket
.
Gripping
Harry
's
arm
so
tightly
he
might
have
been
hoping
to
Disapparate
with
him
,
Slughorn
led
him
purposefully
into
the
party
;
Harry
seized
Luna
's
hand
and
dragged
her
along
with
him
.
"
Harry
,
I
'd
like
you
to
meet
Eldred
Worple
,
an
old
student
of
mine
,
author
of
Blood
Brothers
:
My
Life
Amongst
the
Vampires
--
and
,
of
course
,
his
friend
Sanguini
.
"
Worple
,
who
was
a
small
,
stout
,
bespectacled
man
,
grabbed
Harry
's
hand
and
shook
it
enthusiastically
;
the
vampire
Sanguini
,
who
was
tall
and
emaciated
with
dark
shadows
under
his
eyes
,
merely
nodded
.
He
looked
rather
bored
.
A
gaggle
of
girls
was
standing
close
to
him
,
looking
curious
and
excited
.
"
Harry
Potter
,
I
am
simply
delighted
!
"
said
Worple
,
peering
short-sightedly
up
into
Harry
's
face
.
"
I
was
saying
to
Professor
Slughorn
only
the
other
day
,
Where
is
the
biography
of
Harry
Potter
for
which
we
have
all
been
waiting
?
"
"
Er
,
"
said
Harry
,
"
were
you
?
"
"
Just
as
modest
as
Horace
described
!
"
said
Worple
.
"
But
seriously
--
"
his
manner
changed
;
it
became
suddenly
business-like
,
"
I
would
be
delighted
to
write
it
myself
--
people
are
craving
to
know
more
about
you
,
dear
boy
,
craving
!
If
you
were
prepared
to
grant
me
a
few
interviews
,
say
in
four
-
or
five-hour
sessions
,
why
,
we
could
have
the
book
finished
within
months
.
And
all
with
very
little
effort
on
your
part
,
I
assure
you
--
ask
Sanguini
here
if
it
is
n't
quite
--
Sanguini
,
stay
here
!
"
added
Worple
,
suddenly
stern
,
for
the
vampire
had
been
edging
toward
the
nearby
group
of
girls
,
a
rather
hungry
look
in
his
eye
.
