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"
I
'm
not
defending
what
I
did
!
"
said
Harry
quickly
.
"
I
wish
I
had
n't
done
it
,
and
not
just
because
I
've
got
about
a
dozen
detentions
.
You
know
I
would
n't
've
used
a
spell
like
that
,
not
even
on
Malfoy
,
but
you
ca
n't
blame
the
Prince
,
he
had
n't
written
'
Try
this
out
,
it
's
really
good
'
--
he
was
just
making
notes
for
himself
,
was
n't
he
,
not
for
anyone
else
...
"
"
Are
you
telling
me
,
"
said
Hermione
,
"
that
you
're
going
to
go
back
--
?
"
"
And
get
the
book
?
Yeah
,
I
am
,
"
said
Harry
forcefully
.
"
Listen
,
without
the
Prince
I
'd
never
have
won
the
Felix
Felicis
.
I
'd
never
have
known
how
to
save
Ron
from
poisoning
,
I
'd
never
have
--
"
"
--
got
a
reputation
for
Potions
brilliance
you
do
n't
deserve
,
"
said
Hermione
nastily
.
"
Give
it
a
rest
,
Hermione
!
"
said
Ginny
,
and
Harry
was
so
amazed
,
so
grateful
,
he
looked
up
.
"
By
the
sound
of
it
,
Malfoy
was
trying
to
use
an
Unforgivable
Curse
,
you
should
be
glad
Harry
had
something
good
up
his
sleeve
!
"
"
Well
,
of
course
I
'm
glad
Harry
was
n't
cursed
!
"
said
Hermione
,
clearly
stung
.
"
But
you
ca
n't
call
that
Sectumsempra
spell
good
,
Ginny
,
look
where
it
's
landed
him
!
And
I
'd
have
thought
,
seeing
what
this
has
done
to
your
chances
in
the
match
--
"
"
Oh
,
do
n't
start
acting
as
though
you
understand
Quidditch
,
"
snapped
Ginny
,
"
you
'll
only
embarrass
yourself
.
"
Harry
and
Ron
stared
:
Hermione
and
Ginny
,
who
had
always
got
on
together
very
well
,
were
now
sitting
with
their
arms
folded
,
glaring
in
opposite
directions
.
Ron
looked
nervously
at
Harry
,
then
snatched
up
a
book
at
random
and
hid
behind
it
.
Harry
,
however
,
little
though
he
knew
he
deserved
it
,
felt
unbelievably
cheerful
all
of
a
sudden
,
even
though
none
of
them
spoke
again
for
the
rest
of
the
evening
.
His
lightheartedness
was
short-lived
.
There
were
Slytherin
taunts
to
be
endured
next
day
,
not
to
mention
much
anger
from
fellow
Gryffindors
,
who
were
most
unhappy
that
their
Captain
had
got
himself
banned
from
the
final
match
of
the
season
.
By
Saturday
morning
,
whatever
he
might
have
told
Hermione
,
Harry
would
have
gladly
exchanged
all
the
Felix
Felicis
in
the
world
to
be
walking
down
to
the
Quidditch
pitch
with
Ron
,
Ginny
,
and
the
others
.
It
was
almost
unbearable
to
turn
away
from
the
mass
of
students
streaming
out
into
the
sunshine
,
all
of
them
wearing
rosettes
and
hats
and
brandishing
banners
and
scarves
,
to
descend
the
stone
steps
into
the
dungeons
and
walk
until
the
distant
sounds
of
the
crowd
were
quite
obliterated
,
knowing
that
he
would
not
be
able
to
hear
a
word
of
commentary
or
a
cheer
or
groan
.
