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"
Sweet
,
"
said
Slughorn
.
"
Used
ter
keep
him
in
a
cupboard
up
at
the
school
until
...
well
...
"
Hagrid
's
face
darkened
and
Harry
knew
why
:
Tom
Riddle
had
contrived
to
have
Hagrid
thrown
out
of
school
,
blamed
for
opening
the
Chamber
of
Secrets
.
Slughorn
,
however
,
did
not
seem
to
be
listening
;
he
was
looking
up
at
the
ceiling
,
from
which
a
number
of
brass
pots
hung
,
and
also
a
long
,
silky
skein
of
bright
white
hair
.
"
That
's
not
unicorn
hair
,
Hagrid
?
"
"
Oh
,
yeah
,
"
said
Hagrid
indifferently
.
"
Gets
pulled
out
of
their
tails
,
they
catch
it
on
branches
an
'
stuff
in
the
forest
,
yeh
know
...
"
"
But
my
dear
chap
,
do
you
know
how
much
that
's
worth
?
"
"
I
use
it
fer
bindin
'
on
bandages
an
'
stuff
if
a
creature
gets
in
jured
,
"
said
Hagrid
,
shrugging
.
"
It
's
dead
useful
...
very
strong
.
"
Slughorn
took
another
deep
draught
from
his
mug
,
his
eyes
moving
carefully
around
the
cabin
now
,
looking
,
Harry
knew
,
for
more
treasures
that
he
might
be
able
to
convert
into
a
plentiful
supply
of
oak-matured
mead
,
crystalized
pineapple
,
and
velvet
smoking
jackets
.
He
refilled
Hagrid
's
mug
and
his
own
,
and
questioned
him
about
the
creatures
that
lived
in
the
forest
these
days
and
how
Hagrid
was
able
to
look
after
them
all
.
Hagrid
,
becoming
expansive
under
the
influence
of
the
drink
and
Slughorn
's
flattering
interest
,
stopped
mopping
his
eyes
and
entered
happily
into
a
long
explanation
of
Bowtruckle
husbandry
.
The
Felix
Felicis
gave
Harry
a
little
nudge
at
this
point
,
and
he
noticed
that
the
supply
of
drink
that
Slughorn
had
brought
was
running
out
fast
.
Harry
had
not
yet
managed
to
bring
off
the
Refilling
Charm
without
saying
the
incantation
aloud
,
but
the
idea
that
he
might
not
be
able
to
do
it
tonight
was
laughable
:
indeed
,
Harry
grinned
to
himself
as
,
unnoticed
by
either
Hagrid
or
Slughorn
(
now
swapping
tales
of
the
illegal
trade
in
dragon
eggs
)
he
pointed
his
wand
under
the
table
at
the
emptying
bottles
and
they
immediately
began
to
refill
.
After
an
hour
or
so
,
Hagrid
and
Slughorn
began
making
extravagant
toasts
:
to
Hogwarts
,
to
Dumbledore
,
to
elf-made
wine
,
and
to
--
