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Harry
was
n't
sure
whether
he
liked
Slughorn
or
not
.
He
supposed
he
had
been
pleasant
in
his
way
,
but
he
had
also
seemed
vain
and
,
whatever
he
said
to
the
contrary
,
much
too
surprised
that
a
Muggle-born
should
make
a
good
witch
.
"
Horace
,
"
said
Dumbledore
,
relieving
Harry
of
the
responsibility
to
say
any
of
this
,
"
likes
his
comfort
.
He
also
likes
the
company
of
the
famous
,
the
successful
,
and
the
powerful
.
He
enjoys
the
feeling
that
he
influences
these
people
.
He
has
never
wanted
to
occupy
the
throne
himself
;
he
prefers
the
backseat
--
more
room
to
spread
out
,
you
see
.
He
used
to
handpick
favorites
at
Hogwarts
,
sometimes
for
their
ambition
or
their
brains
,
sometimes
for
their
charm
or
their
talent
,
and
he
had
an
uncanny
knack
for
choosing
those
who
would
go
on
to
become
outstanding
in
their
various
fields
.
Horace
formed
a
kind
of
club
of
his
favorites
with
himself
at
the
center
,
making
introductions
,
forging
useful
contacts
between
members
,
and
always
reaping
some
kind
of
benefit
in
return
,
whether
a
free
box
of
his
favorite
crystallized
pineapple
or
the
chance
to
recommend
the
next
junior
member
of
the
Goblin
liaison
Office
.
"
Harry
had
a
sudden
and
vivid
mental
image
of
a
great
swollen
spider
,
spinning
a
web
around
it
,
twitching
a
thread
here
and
there
to
bring
its
large
and
juicy
flies
a
little
closer
.
"
I
tell
you
all
this
,
"
Dumbledore
continued
,
"
not
to
turn
you
against
Horace
--
or
,
as
we
must
now
call
him
,
Professor
Slughorn
--
but
to
put
you
on
your
guard
.
He
will
undoubtedly
try
to
collect
you
,
Harry
.
You
would
be
the
jewel
of
his
collection
;
'
the
Boy
Who
Lived
'
...
or
,
as
they
call
you
these
days
,
'
the
Chosen
One
.
'
"
At
these
words
,
a
chill
that
had
nothing
to
do
with
the
surrounding
mist
stole
over
Harry
.
He
was
reminded
of
words
he
had
heard
a
few
weeks
ago
,
words
that
had
a
horrible
and
particular
meaning
to
him
:
Neither
can
live
while
the
other
survives
...
Dumbledore
had
stopped
walking
,
level
with
the
church
they
had
passed
earlier
.
"
This
will
do
,
Harry
.
If
you
will
grasp
my
arm
.
"
Braced
this
time
,
Harry
was
ready
for
the
Apparition
,
but
still
found
it
unpleasant
.
When
the
pressure
disappeared
and
he
found
himself
able
to
breathe
again
,
he
was
standing
in
a
country
lane
beside
Dumbledore
and
looking
ahead
to
the
crooked
silhouette
of
his
second
favorite
building
in
the
world
:
the
Burrow
.
