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"
Nothing
,
"
said
Harry
gloomily
.
Hermione
was
now
waving
her
wand
enthusiastically
over
her
cauldron
.
Unfortunately
,
they
could
not
copy
the
spell
she
was
doing
because
she
was
now
so
good
at
non-verbal
incantations
that
she
did
not
need
to
say
the
words
aloud
.
Ernie
Macmillan
,
however
,
was
muttering
,
'S
pecialis
revelio
!
'
over
his
cauldron
,
which
sounded
impressive
,
so
Harry
and
Ron
hastened
to
imitate
him
.
It
took
Harry
only
five
minutes
to
realise
that
his
reputation
as
the
best
potion-maker
in
the
class
was
crashing
around
his
ears
.
Slughorn
had
peered
hopefully
into
his
cauldron
on
his
first
circuit
of
the
dungeon
,
preparing
to
exclaim
in
delight
as
he
usually
did
,
and
instead
had
withdrawn
his
head
hastily
,
coughing
,
as
the
smell
of
bad
eggs
overwhelmed
him
.
Hermione
's
expression
could
not
have
been
any
smugger
;
she
had
loathed
being
out-performed
in
every
Potions
class
.
She
was
now
decanting
the
mysteriously
separated
ingredients
of
her
poison
into
ten
different
crystal
phials
.
More
to
avoid
watching
this
irritating
sight
than
anything
else
,
Harry
bent
over
the
Half-Blood
Prince
's
book
and
turned
a
few
pages
with
unnecessary
force
.
And
there
it
was
,
scrawled
right
across
a
long
list
of
antidotes
.
Just
shove
a
bezoar
down
their
throats
.
Harry
stared
at
these
words
for
a
moment
.
Had
n't
he
once
,
long
ago
,
heard
of
bezoars
?
Had
n't
Snape
mentioned
them
in
their
first
ever
Potions
lesson
?
'
A
stone
taken
from
the
stomach
of
a
goat
,
which
will
protect
from
most
poisons
.
'
It
was
not
an
answer
to
the
Golpalott
problem
,
and
had
Snape
still
been
their
teacher
,
Harry
would
not
have
dared
do
it
,
but
this
was
a
moment
for
desperate
measures
.
He
hastened
towards
the
store
cupboard
and
rummaged
within
it
,
pushing
aside
unicorn
horns
and
tangles
of
dried
herbs
until
he
found
,
at
the
very
back
,
a
small
card
box
on
which
had
been
scribbled
the
word
'
Bezoars
'
.
He
opened
the
box
just
as
Slughorn
called
,
"
Two
minutes
left
,
everyone
!
"
Inside
were
half
a
dozen
shrivelled
brown
objects
,
looking
more
like
dried-up
kidneys
than
real
stones
.
Harry
seized
one
,
put
the
box
back
in
the
cupboard
and
hurried
back
to
his
cauldron
.
"
Time
's
...
UP
!
"
called
Slughorn
genially
.
"
Well
,
let
's
see
how
you
've
done
!
Blaise
...
what
have
you
got
for
me
?
"
Slowly
,
Slughorn
moved
around
the
room
,
examining
the
various
antidotes
.
Nobody
had
finished
the
task
,
although
Hermione
was
trying
to
cram
a
few
more
ingredients
into
her
bottle
before
Slughorn
reached
her
.
Ron
had
given
up
completely
,
and
was
merely
trying
to
avoid
breathing
in
the
putrid
fumes
issuing
from
his
cauldron
.
Harry
stood
there
waiting
,
the
bezoar
clutched
in
a
slightly
sweaty
hand
.
