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"
Soon
as
we
're
seventeen
.
That
's
only
March
for
me
!
"
"
Yeah
,
but
you
would
n't
be
able
to
Apparate
in
here
,
not
in
the
castle
...
"
"
Not
the
point
,
is
it
?
Everyone
would
know
I
could
Apparate
if
I
wanted
.
"
Ron
was
not
the
only
one
to
be
excited
at
the
prospect
of
Apparition
.
All
that
day
there
was
much
talk
about
the
forthcoming
lessons
;
a
great
deal
of
store
was
set
by
being
able
to
vanish
and
reappear
at
will
.
"
How
cool
will
it
be
when
we
can
just
--
"
Seamus
clicked
his
ringers
to
indicate
disappearance
.
"
Me
cousin
Fergus
does
it
just
to
annoy
me
,
you
wait
till
I
can
do
it
back
...
he
'll
never
have
another
peaceful
moment
...
"
Lost
in
visions
of
this
happy
prospect
,
he
flicked
his
wand
a
little
too
enthusiastically
,
so
that
instead
of
producing
the
fountain
of
pure
water
that
was
the
object
of
today
's
Charms
lesson
,
he
let
out
a
hoselike
jet
that
ricocheted
off
the
ceiling
and
knocked
Professor
Flitwick
flat
on
his
face
.
"
Harry
's
already
Apparated
,
"
Ron
told
a
slightly
abashed
Seamus
,
after
Professor
Flitwick
had
dried
himself
off
with
a
wave
of
his
wand
and
set
Seamus
lines
(
"
I
am
a
wizard
,
not
a
baboon
brandishing
a
stick
.
"
)
"
Dum
--
er
--
someone
took
him
.
Side-Along-Apparition
,
you
know
.
"
"
Whoa
!
"
whispered
Seamus
,
and
he
,
Dean
,
and
Neville
put
their
heads
a
little
closer
to
hear
what
Apparition
felt
like
.
For
the
rest
of
the
day
,
Harry
was
besieged
with
requests
from
the
other
sixth
years
to
describe
the
sensation
of
Apparition
.
All
of
them
seemed
awed
,
rather
than
put
off
,
when
he
told
them
how
uncomfortable
it
was
,
and
he
was
still
answering
detailed
questions
at
ten
to
eight
that
evening
,
when
he
was
forced
to
lie
and
say
that
he
needed
to
return
a
book
to
the
library
,
so
as
to
escape
in
time
for
his
lesson
with
Dumbledore
.
The
lamps
in
Dumbledore
's
office
were
lit
,
the
portraits
of
previous
headmasters
were
snoring
gently
in
their
frames
,
and
the
Pensieve
was
ready
upon
the
desk
once
more
.
Dumbledore
's
hands
lay
on
either
side
of
it
,
the
right
one
as
blackened
and
burnt-looking
as
ever
.
It
did
not
seem
to
have
healed
at
all
and
Harry
wondered
,
for
perhaps
the
hundredth
time
,
what
had
caused
such
a
distinctive
injury
,
but
did
not
ask
;
Dumbledore
had
said
that
he
would
know
eventually
and
there
was
,
in
any
case
,
another
subject
he
wanted
to
discuss
.
But
before
Harry
could
say
anything
about
Snape
and
Malfoy
,
Dumbledore
spoke
.
