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"
Harry
,
Harry
,
of
course
I
do
,
but
--
"
"
You
're
scared
he
'll
find
out
you
helped
me
?
"
Slughorn
said
nothing
;
he
looked
terrified
.
"
Be
brave
like
my
mother
,
Professor
...
"
Slughorn
raised
a
pudgy
hand
and
pressed
his
shaking
fingers
to
his
mouth
;
he
looked
for
a
moment
like
an
enormously
overgrown
baby
.
"
I
am
not
proud
.
.
"
he
whispered
through
his
fingers
.
"
I
am
ashamed
of
what
--
of
what
that
memory
shows
...
I
think
I
may
have
done
great
damage
that
day
...
"
"
You
'd
cancel
out
anything
you
did
by
giving
me
the
memory
,
"
said
Harry
.
"
It
would
be
a
very
brave
and
noble
thing
to
do
.
"
Hagrid
twitched
in
his
sleep
and
snored
on
.
Slughorn
and
Harry
stared
at
each
other
over
the
guttering
candle
.
There
was
a
long
,
long
silence
,
but
Felix
Felicis
told
Harry
not
to
break
it
,
to
wait
.
Then
,
very
slowly
,
Slughorn
put
his
hand
in
his
pocket
and
pulled
out
his
wand
.
He
put
his
other
hand
inside
his
cloak
and
took
out
a
small
,
empty
bottle
.
Still
looking
into
Harry
's
eyes
,
Slughorn
touched
the
tip
of
his
wand
to
his
temple
and
withdrew
it
,
so
that
a
long
,
silver
thread
of
memory
came
away
too
,
clinging
to
the
wand
tip
.
Longer
and
longer
the
memory
stretched
until
it
broke
and
swung
,
silvery
bright
,
from
the
wand
.
Slughorn
lowered
it
into
the
bottle
where
it
coiled
,
then
spread
,
swirling
like
gas
.
He
corked
the
bottle
with
a
trembling
hand
and
then
passed
it
across
the
table
to
Harry
.
