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And
yet
,
he
thought
,
as
they
joined
the
queue
lining
up
outside
Snape
's
classroom
door
,
she
had
chosen
to
come
and
talk
to
him
,
had
n't
she
?
She
had
been
Cedric
's
girlfriend
;
she
could
easily
have
hated
Harry
for
coming
out
of
the
Triwizard
maze
alive
when
Cedric
had
died
,
yet
she
was
talking
to
him
in
a
perfectly
friendly
way
,
not
as
though
she
thought
him
mad
,
or
a
liar
,
or
in
some
horrible
way
responsible
for
Cedric
's
death
...
yes
,
she
had
definitely
chosen
to
come
and
talk
to
him
,
and
that
made
the
second
time
in
two
days
...
and
at
this
thought
,
Harry
's
spirits
rose
.
Even
the
ominous
sound
of
Snape
's
dungeon
door
creaking
open
did
not
puncture
the
small
,
hopeful
bubble
that
seemed
to
have
swelled
in
his
chest
.
He
filed
into
the
classroom
behind
Ron
and
Hermione
and
followed
them
to
their
usual
table
at
the
back
,
where
he
sat
down
between
Ron
and
Hermione
and
ignored
the
huffy
,
irritable
noises
now
issuing
from
both
of
them
.
'S
ettle
down
,
'
said
Snape
coldly
,
shutting
the
door
behind
him
.
There
was
no
real
need
for
the
call
to
order
;
the
moment
the
class
had
heard
the
door
close
,
quiet
had
fallen
and
all
fidgeting
stopped
.
Snape
's
mere
presence
was
usually
enough
to
ensure
a
class
's
silence
.
'
Before
we
begin
today
's
lesson
,
'
said
Snape
,
sweeping
over
to
his
desk
and
staring
around
at
them
all
,
'
I
think
it
appropriate
to
remind
you
that
next
June
you
will
be
sitting
an
important
examination
,
during
which
you
will
prove
how
much
you
have
learned
about
the
composition
and
use
of
magical
potions
.
Moronic
though
some
of
this
class
undoubtedly
are
,
I
expect
you
to
scrape
an
"
Acceptable
"
in
your
OWL
,
or
suffer
my
...
displeasure
.
'
His
gaze
lingered
this
time
on
Neville
,
who
gulped
.
'
After
this
year
,
of
course
,
many
of
you
will
cease
studying
with
me
,
'
Snape
went
on
.
'
I
take
only
the
very
best
into
my
NEWT
Potions
class
,
which
means
that
some
of
us
will
certainly
be
saying
goodbye
.
'
His
eyes
rested
on
Harry
and
his
lip
curled
.
Harry
glared
back
,
feeling
a
grim
pleasure
at
the
idea
that
he
would
be
able
to
give
up
Potions
after
fifth
year
.
'
But
we
have
another
year
to
go
before
that
happy
moment
of
farewell
,
'
said
Snape
softly
,
's
o
,
whether
or
not
you
are
intending
to
attempt
NEWT
,
I
advise
all
of
you
to
concentrate
your
efforts
upon
maintaining
the
high
pass
level
I
have
come
to
expect
from
my
OWL
students
.
'
Today
we
will
be
mixing
a
potion
that
often
comes
up
at
Ordinary
Wizarding
Level
:
the
Draught
of
Peace
,
a
potion
to
calm
anxiety
and
soothe
agitation
.
Be
warned
:
if
you
are
too
heavy-handed
with
the
ingredients
you
will
put
the
drinker
into
a
heavy
and
sometimes
irreversible
sleep
,
so
you
will
need
to
pay
close
attention
to
what
you
are
doing
.
'
On
Harry
's
left
,
Hermione
sat
up
a
little
straighter
,
her
expression
one
of
utmost
attention
.
The
ingredients
and
method
--
'
Snape
flicked
his
wand
'
--
are
on
the
blackboard
--
(
they
appeared
there
)
'
--
you
will
find
everything
you
need
--
'
he
flicked
his
wand
again
'
--
in
the
store
cupboard
--
'
(
the
door
of
the
said
cupboard
sprang
open
)
'
--
you
have
an
hour
and
a
half
...
start
.
'
