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"
I
've
been
trying
!
"
said
Harry
crossly
,
which
was
perfectly
true
.
He
had
lagged
behind
after
every
Potions
lesson
that
week
in
an
attempt
to
corner
Slughorn
,
but
the
Potions
master
always
left
the
dungeon
so
fast
that
Harry
had
not
been
able
to
catch
him
.
Twice
,
Harry
had
gone
to
his
office
and
knocked
,
but
received
no
reply
,
though
on
the
second
occasion
he
was
sure
he
had
heard
the
quickly
stifled
sounds
of
an
old
gramophone
.
"
He
does
n't
want
to
talk
to
me
,
Hermione
!
He
can
tell
I
've
been
trying
to
get
him
on
his
own
again
,
and
he
's
not
going
to
let
it
happen
!
"
"
Well
,
you
've
just
got
to
keep
at
it
,
have
n't
you
?
"
The
short
queue
of
people
waiting
to
file
past
Filch
,
who
was
doing
his
usual
prodding
act
with
the
Secrecy
Sensor
,
moved
forward
a
few
steps
and
Harry
did
not
answer
in
case
he
was
overheard
by
the
caretaker
.
He
wished
Ron
and
Hermione
both
luck
,
then
turned
and
climbed
the
marble
staircase
again
,
determined
,
whatever
Hermione
said
,
to
devote
an
hour
or
two
to
the
Room
of
Requirement
.
Once
out
of
sight
of
the
entrance
hall
,
Harry
pulled
the
Marauder
's
Map
and
his
Invisibility
Cloak
from
his
bag
.
Having
concealed
himself
,
he
tapped
the
map
,
murmured
,
"
I
solemnly
swear
that
I
am
up
to
no
good
,
"
and
scanned
it
carefully
.
As
it
was
Sunday
morning
,
nearly
all
the
students
were
inside
their
various
common
rooms
,
the
Gryffindors
in
one
tower
,
the
Ravenclaws
in
another
,
the
Slytherins
in
the
dungeons
,
and
the
Hufflepuffs
in
the
basement
near
the
kitchens
.
Here
and
there
a
stray
person
meandered
around
the
library
or
up
a
corridor
...
there
were
a
few
people
out
in
the
grounds
...
and
there
,
alone
in
the
seventh-floor
corridor
,
was
Gregory
Goyle
.
There
was
no
sign
of
the
Room
of
Requirement
,
but
Harry
was
not
worried
about
that
;
if
Goyle
was
standing
guard
outside
it
,
the
room
was
open
,
whether
the
map
was
aware
of
it
or
not
.
He
therefore
sprinted
up
the
stairs
,
slowing
down
only
when
he
reached
the
corner
into
the
corridor
,
when
he
began
to
creep
,
very
slowly
,
toward
the
very
same
little
girl
,
clutching
her
heavy
brass
scales
,
that
Hermione
had
so
kindly
helped
a
fortnight
before
.
He
waited
until
he
was
right
behind
her
before
bending
very
low
and
whispering
,
"
Hello
...
you
're
very
pretty
,
are
n't
you
?
"
Goyle
gave
a
high-pitched
scream
of
terror
,
threw
the
scales
up
into
the
air
,
and
sprinted
away
,
vanishing
from
sight
long
before
the
sound
of
the
scales
smashing
had
stopped
echoing
around
the
corridor
.
Laughing
,
Harry
turned
to
contemplate
the
blank
wall
behind
which
,
he
was
sure
,
Draco
Malfoy
was
now
standing
frozen
,
aware
that
someone
unwelcome
was
out
there
,
but
not
daring
to
make
an
appearance
.
It
gave
Harry
a
most
agreeable
feeling
of
power
as
he
tried
to
remember
what
form
of
words
he
had
not
yet
tried
.
Yet
this
hopeful
mood
did
not
last
long
.
Half
an
hour
later
,
having
tried
many
more
variations
of
his
request
to
see
what
Malfoy
was
up
to
,
the
wall
was
just
as
doorless
as
ever
.
Harry
felt
frustrated
beyond
belief
.
Malfoy
might
be
just
feet
away
from
him
,
and
there
was
still
not
the
tiniest
shred
of
evidence
as
to
what
he
was
doing
in
there
.
Losing
his
patience
completely
,
Harry
ran
at
the
wall
and
kicked
it
.
"
OUCH
!
"
