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Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince - J.K. Rowling

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J.K. Rowling

HARRY POTTER AND THE HALF-BLOOD PRINCE

definitely up to something, and Snape knew it, so Harry felt fully justified

in saying “I told you so,” which he had done several times to Ron already.

Harry did not get the chance to speak to Mr. Weasley, who was working

very long hours at the Ministry, until Christmas Eve night. The Weasleys

and their guests were sitting in the living room, which Ginny had decorated

so lavishly that it was rather like sitting in a paper-chain explosion. Fred,

George, Harry, and Ron were the only ones who knew that the angel on top

of the tree was actually a garden gnome that had bitten Fred on the ankle as

he pulled up carrots for Christmas dinner. Stupefied, painted gold, stuffed

into a miniature tutu and with small wings glued to its back, it glowered

down at them all, the ugliest angel Harry had ever seen, with a large bald

head like a potato and rather hairy feet.

They were all supposed to be listening to a Christmas broadcast by Mrs.

Weasley’s favorite singer, Celestina Warbeck, whose voice was warbling

out of the large wooden wireless set. Fleur, who seemed to find Celestina

very dull, was talking so loudly in the corner that a scowling Mrs. Weasley

kept pointing her wand at the volume control, so that Celestina grew louder

and louder. Under cover of a particularly jazzy number called “A Cauldron

Full of Hot, Strong Love,” Fred and George started a game of Exploding

Snap with Ginny. Ron kept shooting Bill and Fleur covert looks, as though

hoping to pick up tips. Meanwhile, Remus Lupin, who was thinner and more

ragged-looking than ever, was sitting beside the fire, staring into its depths

as though he could not hear Celestina’s voice.

Oh, come and stir my cauldron,

And if you do it right,

I’ll boil you up some hot strong love

To keep you warm tonight.

“We danced to this when we were eighteen!” said Mrs. Weasley, wiping

her eyes on her knitting. “Do you remember, Arthur?”

“Mphf?” said Mr. Weasley, whose head had been nodding over the satsu-

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