The next day Harry1 confided2 in both Ron and Hermione the task that Dumbledore had set him, though separately, for Hermione still refused to remain in Ron's presence
longer than it took to give him a contemptuous look.
Ron thought that Harry was unlikely to have any trouble with Slughorn at all.
“He loves you,” he said over breakfast, waving an airy forkful of fried egg. “Won't refuse you anything, will he? Not his little Potions Prince. Just hang back after
class this afternoon and ask him.”
Hermione, however, took a gloomier view.
“He must be determined3 to hide what really happened if Dumbledore couldn't get it out of him,” she said in a low voice, as they stood in the deserted4, snowy courtyard
at break. “Horcruxes ... Horcruxes ... I've never even heard of them ...”
“You haven't?”
Harry was disappointed; he had hoped that Hermione might have been able to give him a clue as to what Horcruxes were.
“They must be really advanced Dark magic, or why would Voldemort have wanted to know about them? I think it's going to be difficult to get the information, Harry,
you'll have to be very careful about how you approach Slughorn, think out a strategy ...”
“Ron reckons I should just hang back after Potions this afternoon ...”
“Oh, well, if Won-Won thinks that, you'd better do it,” she said, flaring5 up at once. “After all, when has Won-Won‘s judgement ever been faulty?”
“Hermione, can't you —”
“No!” she said angrily, and stormed away, leaving Harry alone and ankle-deep in snow.
Potions lessons were uncomfortable enough these days, seeing as Harry, Ron and Hermione had to share a desk. Today, Hermione moved her cauldron around the table so that
she was close to Ernie, and ignored both Harry and Ron.
“What've you done?” Ron muttered to Harry, looking at Hermione's haughty6 profile.
But before Harry could answer, Slughorn was calling for silence from the front of the room.
“Settle down, settle down, please! Quickly, now, lots of work to get through this afternoon! Golpalott's Third Law ... who can tell me—? But Miss Granger can, of
course!”
Hermione recited at top speed: “Golpalott's-Third-Law-states-that-the-antidote7-for-a-blended-poison-will-be-equal-to-more-than-the-sum-of-the-antidotes8-for-each-of-
the-separale-components.”
“Precisely!” beamed Slughorn. “Ten points for Gryffindor! Now, if we accept Golpalott's Third Law as true...”
Harry was going to have to take Slughorn's word for it that Golpalott's Third Law was true, because he had not understood any of it. Nobody apart from Hermione seemed
to be following what Slughorn said next, either.
“... which means, of course, that assuming we have achieved correct identification of the potion's ingredients by Scarpin's Revelaspell, our primary aim is not the
relatively10 simple one of selecting antidotes to those ingredients in and of themselves, but to find that added component9 which will, by an almost alchemical process,
transform these disparate elements—”
Ron was sitting beside Harry with his mouth half-open, doodling absently on his new copy of Advanced Potion-Making. Ron kept forgetting that he could no longer rely on
Hermione to help him out of trouble when he failed to grasp what was going on.
“... and so,” finished Slughorn, “I want each of you to come and take one of these phials from my desk. You are to create an antidote for the poison within it before
the end of the lesson. Good luck, and don't forget your protective gloves!”
Hermione had left her stool and was halfway11 towards Siughorn's desk before the rest of the class had realised it was time to move, and by the time Harry, Ron and Ernie
returned to the table, she had already tipped the contents of her phial into her cauldron and was kindling12 a fire underneath13 it.
“It's a shame that the Prince won't be able to help you much with this, Harry,” she said brightly as she straightened up. “You have to understand the principles
involved this time. No short cuts or cheats!”
Annoyed, Harry uncorked the poison he had taken from Siughorn's desk, which was a garish14 shade of pink, tipped it into his cauldron and lit a fire underneath it. He did
not have the faintest idea what he was supposed to do next. He glanced at Ron, who was now standing15 there looking rather gormless, having copied everything Harry had
done.
“You sure the Prince hasn't got any tips?” Ron muttered to Harry.
Harry pulled out his trusty copy of Advanced Potion-Making and turned to the chapter on Antidotes. There was Golpalott's Third Law, stated word for word as Hermione had
recited it, but not a single illuminating16 note in the Prince's hand to explain what it meant. Apparently17 the Prince, like Hermione, had had no difficulty understanding
it.
“Nothing,” said Harry gloomily.
Hermione was now waving her wand enthusiastically over her cauldron. Unfortunately, they could not copy the spell she was doing because she was now so good at non-
verbal incantations that she did not need to say the words aloud. Ernie Macmillan, however, was muttering, ’Specialis revelio!’ over his cauldron, which sounded
impressive, so Harry and Ron hastened to imitate him.
It took Harry only five minutes to realise that his reputation as the best potion-maker in the class was crashing around his ears. Slughorn had peered hopefully into
his cauldron on his first circuit of the dungeon18, preparing to exclaim in delight as he usually did, and instead had withdrawn19 his head hastily, coughing, as the smell
of bad eggs overwhelmed him. Hermione's expression could not have been any smugger; she had loathed21 being out-performed in every Potions class. She was now decanting22
the mysteriously separated ingredients of her poison into ten different crystal phials. More to avoid watching this irritating sight than anything else, Harry bent23 over
the Half-Blood Prince's book and turned a few pages with unnecessary force.
And there it was, scrawled24 right across a long list of antidotes.
Just shove a bezoar down their throats.
Harry stared at these words for a moment. Hadn't he once, long ago, heard of bezoars? Hadn't Snape mentioned them in their first ever Potions lesson? ‘A stone taken
from the stomach of a goat, which will protect from most poisons.’
It was not an answer to the Golpalott problem, and had Snape still been their teacher, Harry would not have dared do it, but this was a moment for desperate measures.
He hastened towards the store cupboard and rummaged26 within it, pushing aside unicorn27 horns and tangles28 of dried herbs until he found, at the very back, a small card box
on which had been scribbled29 the word ‘Bezoars'.
He opened the box just as Slughorn called, “Two minutes left, everyone!” Inside were half a dozen shrivelled brown objects, looking more like dried-up kidneys than
real stones. Harry seized one, put the box back in the cupboard and hurried back to his cauldron.
“Time's ... UP!” called Slughorn genially31. “Well, let's see how you've done! Blaise ... what have you got for me?”
Slowly, Slughorn moved around the room, examining the various antidotes. Nobody had finished the task, although Hermione was trying to cram32 a few more ingredients into
her bottle before Slughorn reached her. Ron had given up completely, and was merely trying to avoid breathing in the putrid33 fumes34 issuing from his cauldron. Harry stood
there waiting, the bezoar clutched in a slightly sweaty hand.
Slughorn reached their table last. He sniffed35 Ernie's potion and passed on to Ron's with a grimace36. He did not linger over Ron's cauldron, but backed away swiftly,
retching slightly.
“And you, Harry,” he said. “What have you got to show me?”
Harry held out his hand, the bezoar sitting on his palm.
Slughorn looked down at it for a full ten seconds. Harry wondered, for a moment, whether he was going to shout at him. Then he threw back his head and roared with
laughter.
“You've got a nerve, boy!” he boomed, taking the bezoar and holding it up so that the class could see it. “Oh, you're like your mother ... well, I can't fault you
... a bezoar would certainly act as an antidote to all these potions!”
Hermione, who was sweaty-faced and had soot37 on her nose, looked livid. Her half-finished antidote, comprising fifty-two ingredients including a chunk38 of her own hair,
bubbled sluggishly39 behind Slughorn, who had eyes for nobody but Harry.
“And you thought of a bezoar all by yourself, did you, Harry” she asked through gritted40 teeth.
“That's the individual spirit a real potion-maker needs!” said Slughorn happily, before Harry could reply. “Just like his mother, she had the same intuitive grasp of
potion-making, it's undoubtedly41 from Lily he gets it ... yes, Harry, yes, if you've got a bezoar to hand, of course that would do the trick ... although as they don't
work on everything, and are pretty rare, it's still worth knowing how to mix antidotes ...”
The only person in the room looking angrier than Hermione was Malfoy, who, Harry was pleased to see, had spilled something that looked like cat sick over himself.
Before either of them could express their fury that Harry had come top of the class by not doing any work, however, the bell rang.
“Time to pack up!” said Slughorn. “And an extra ten points to Gryffindor for sheer cheek!”
Still chuckling42, he waddled43 back to his desk at the front of the dungeon.
Harry dawdled44 behind, taking an inordinate45 amount of time to do up his bag. Neither Ron nor Hermione wished him luck as they left; both looked rather annoyed. At last
Harry and Slughorn were the only two left in the room.
“Come on, now, Harry, you'll be late for your next lesson,” said Slughorn affably, snapping the gold clasps shut on his dragonskin briefcase46.
“Sir,” said Harry, reminding himself irresistibly47 of Voldemort, “I wanted to ask you something.”
“Ask away, then, my dear boy, ask away ...”
“Sir, I wondered what you know about... about Horcruxes?”
Slughorn froze. His round face seemed to sink in upon itself. He licked his lips and said hoarsely48, “What did you say?”
“I asked whether you know anything about Horcruxes, sir. You see—”
“Dumbledore put you up to this,” whispered Slughorn.
His voice had changed completely. It was not genial30 any more, but shocked, terrified. He fumbled49 in his breast pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, mopping his
sweating brow.
“Dumbledore's shown you that—that memory,” said Slughorn. “Well? Hasn't he?”
“Yes,” said Harry, deciding on the spot that it was best not to lie.
“Yes, of course,” said Slughorn quietly, still dabbing50 at his white face. “Of course ... well, if you've seen that memory, Harry, you'll know that I don't know
anything—anything—” he repeated the word forcefully “—about Horcruxes.”
He seized his dragonskin briefcase, stuffed his handkerchief back into his pocket and marched to the dungeon door.
“Sir,” said Harry desperately51, “I just thought there might be a bit more to the memory—”
“Did you?” said Slughorn. “Then you were wrong, weren't you? WRONG!”
He bellowed52 the last word and, before Harry could say another word, slammed the dungeon door behind him.
Neither Ron nor Hermione was at all sympathetic when Harry told them of this disastrous53 interview. Hermione was still seething54 at the way Harry had triumphed without
doing the work properly. Ron was resentful that Harry hadn't slipped him a bezoar, too.
“It would've just looked stupid if we'd both done it!” said Harry irritably55. “Look, I had to try and soften56 him up so I could ask him about Voldemort, didn't I? Oh,
will you get a grip!” he added in exasperation57, as Ron winced58 at the sound of the name.
Infuriated by his failure and by Ron and Hermione's attitudes, Harry brooded for the next few days over what to do next about Slughorn. He decided59 that, for the time
being, he would let Slughorn think that he had forgotten all about Horcruxes; it was surely best to lull60 him into a false sense of security before returning to the
attack.
When Harry did not question Slughorn again, the Potions master reverted61 to his usual affectionate treatment of him, and appeared to have put the matter from his mind.
Harry awaited an invitation to one of his little evening parties, determined to accept this time, even if he had to reschedule Quidditch practice. Unfortunately,
however, no such invitation arrived. Harry checked with Hermione and Ginny: neither of them had received an invitation and nor, as far as they knew, had anybody else.
Harry could not help wondering whether this meant that Slughorn was not quite as forgetful as he appeared, simply determined to give Harry no additional opportunities
to question him.
Meanwhile, the Hogwarts library had failed Hermione for the first time in living memory. She was so shocked, she even forgot that she was annoyed at Harry for his trick
with the bezoar.
“I haven't found one single explanation of what Horcruxes do!” she told him. “Not a single one! I've been right through the restricted section and even in the most
horrible books, where they tell you how to brew62 the most gruesome potions—nothing! All I could find was this, in the introduction to Magick Most Evil—listen—"of the
Horcrux, wickedest of magical inventions, we shall not speak nor give direction” ... I mean, why mention it, then?” she said impatiently, slamming the old book shut;
it let out a ghostly wail63. “Oh, shut up,” she snapped, stuffing it back into her bag.
The snow melted around the school as February arrived, to be replaced by cold, dreary64 wetness. Purplish-grey clouds hung low over the castle and a constant fall of
chilly65 rain made the lawns slippery and muddy. The upshot of this was that the sixth-years’ first Apparition66 lesson, which was scheduled for a Saturday morning so that
no normal lessons would be missed, took place in the Great Hall instead of in the grounds.
When Harry and Hermione arrived in the Hall (Ron had come down with Lavender) they found that the tables had disappeared. Rain lashed67 against the high windows and the
enchanted68 ceiling swirled70 darkly above them as they assembled in front of Professors McGonagall, Snape, Flitwick and Sprout71—the Heads of House—and a small wizard whom
Harry took to be the Apparition Instructor72 from the Ministry73. He was oddly colourless, with transparent74 eyelashes, wispy75 hair and an insubstantial air, as though a
single gust76 of wind might blow him away. Harry wondered whether constant disappearances77 and reappearances had somehow diminished his substance, or whether this frail78
build was ideal for anyone wishing to vanish.
“Good morning,” said the Ministry wizard, when all the students had arrived and the Heads of House had called for quiet. “My name is Wilkie Twycross and I shall be
your Ministry-Apparition Instructor for the next twelve weeks. I hope to be able to prepare you for your Apparition test in this time—”
“Malfoy, be quiet and pay attention!” barked Professor McGonagall.
Everybody looked round. Malfoy had flushed a dull pink; he looked furious as he stepped away from Crabbe, with whom he appeared to have been having a whispered
argument. Harry glanced quickly at Snape, who also looked annoyed, though Harry strongly suspected that this was less because of Malfoy's rudeness than the fact that
McGonagall had reprimanded one of his house.
“—by which time, many of you may be ready to take your test,” Twycross continued, as though there had been no interruption.
“As you may know, it is usually impossible to Apparate or Disapparate within Hogwarts. The Headmaster has lifted this enchantment79, purely80 within the Great Hall, for
one hour, so as to enable you to practise. May I emphasise81 that you will not be able to Apparate outside the walls of this Hall, and that you would be unwise to try.
“I would like each of you to place yourselves now so that you have a clear five feet of space in front of you.”
There was a great scrambling82 and jostling as people separated, banged into each other, and ordered others out of their space. The Heads of House moved among the
students, marshalling them into position and breaking up arguments.
“Harry, where are you going?” demanded Hermione.
But Harry did not answer; he was moving quickly through the crowd, past the place where Professor Flitwick was making squeaky attempts to position a few Ravenclaws, all
of whom wanted to be near the front, past Professor Sprout, who was chivvying the Hufflepuffs into line, until, by dodging84 around Ernie Macmillan, he managed to
position himself right at the back of the crowd, directly behind Malfoy, who was taking advantage of the general upheaval85 to continue his argument with Crabbe, standing
five feet away and looking mutinous86.
“I don't know how much longer, all right?” Malfoy shot at him, oblivious87 to Harry standing right behind him. “It's taking longer than I thought it would.”
Crabbe opened his mouth, but Malfoy appeared to second-guess what he was going to say.
“Look, it's none of your business what I'm doing, Crabbe, you and Goyle just do as you're told and keep a lookout88!”
“! tell my friends what I'm up to, if I want them to keep a lookout for me,” Harry said, just loud enough for Malfoy to hear him.
Malfoy spun89 round on the spot, his hand flying to his wand, but at thai precise moment the four Heads of House shouted, “Quiet!” and silence fell again. Malfoy turned
slowly to face the front.
“Thank you,” said Twycross. “Now then...”
He waved his wand. Old-fashioned wooden hoops91 instantly appeared on the floor in from of every student.
“The important things to remember when Apparating are the three Ds!” said Twycross. “Destination, Determination, Deliberation!
“Step one: fix your mind firmly upon the desired destination,” said Twycross. “In this case, the interior of your hoop90. Kindly92 concentrate upon that destination now.
”
Everybody looked around furtively93, to check that everyone else was staring into their hoop, then hastily did as they were told. Harry gazed at the circular patch of
dusty floor enclosed by his hoop and tried hard to think of nothing else. This proved impossible, as he couldn't stop puzzling over what Malfoy was doing that needed
“Step two,” said Twycross, “focus your determination to occupy the visualised space! Let your yearning95 to enter it flood from your mind to every particle of your
body!”
Harry glanced around surreptitiously. A little way to his left, Ernie Macmillan was contemplating96 his hoop so hard that his face had turned pink; it looked as though he
was straining to lay a Quaffle-sized egg. Harry bit back a laugh and hastily returned his gaze to his own hoop.
“Step three,” called Twycross, “and only when I give the command ... turn on the spot, feeling your way into nothingness, moving with deliberation. On my command,
now ... one—”
Harry glanced around again; lots of people were looking positively97 alarmed at being asked to Apparate so quickly.
“—two—”
Harry tried to fix his thoughts on his hoop again; he had already forgotten what the three Ds stood for.
“—THREE!”
Harry spun on the spot, lost his balance and nearly fell over. He was not the only one. The whole Hall was suddenly full of staggering people; Neville was flat on his
back; Ernie Macmillan, on the other hand, had done a kind of pirouetting leap into his hoop and looked momentarily thrilled, until he caught sight of Dean Thomas
roaring with laughter at him.
“Never mind, never mind,” said Twycross dryly, who did not seem to have expected anything better. “Adjust your hoops, please, and back to your original positions ...
”
The second attempt was no better than the first. The third was just as bad. Not until the fourth did anything exciting happen. There was a horrible screech98 of pain and
everybody looked around, terrified, to see Susan Bones of Hufflepuff wobbling in her hoop with her left leg still standing five feet away where she had started.
The Heads of House converged99 on her; there was a great bang and a puff83 of purple smoke, which cleared to reveal Susan sobbing100, reunited with her leg but looking
“Splinching, or the separation of random102 body parts,” said Wilkie Twycross dispassionately, “occurs when the mind is insufficiently103 determined. You must concentrate
continually upon your destination, and move, without haste, but with deliberation ... thus.”
Twycross stepped forwards, turned gracefully104 on the spot with his arms outstretched and vanished in a swirl69 of robes, reappearing at the back of the Hall. ‘Remember
the three Ds,’ he said, “and try again ... one—two—three—”
But an hour later, Susan's Splinching was still the most interesting thing that had happened. Twycross did not seem discouraged. Fastening his cloak at his neck, he
merely said, “Until next Saturday, everybody, and do not forget: Destination. Determination. Deliberation.”
With that, he waved his wand, Vanishing the hoops, and walked out of the Hall accompanied by Professor McGonagall. Talk broke out at once as people began moving towards
the Entrance Hall.
“How did you do?” asked Ron, hurrying towards Harry. “I think I felt something the last time I tried—a kind of tingling105 in my feet.”
“I expect your trainers are too small, Won-Won,” said a voice behind them, and Hermione stalked past, smirking106.
“I didn't feel anything,” said Harry, ignoring this interruption. “But I don't care about that now—”
“What d'you mean, you don't care ... don't you want to learn to Apparate?” said Ron incredulously.
“I'm not fussed, really. I prefer flying,” said Harry, glancing over his shoulder to see where Malfoy was, and speeding up as they came into the Entrance Hall.
“Look, hurry up, will you, there's something I want to do ...”
Perplexed107, Ron followed Harry back to Gryffindor Tower at a run. They were temporarily detained by Peeves108, who had jammed a door on the fourth floor shut and was
refusing to let anyone pass until they set fire to their own pants, but Harry and Ron simply turned back and took one of their trusted short cuts. Within five minutes,
they were climbing through the portrait hole.
“Are you going to tell me what we're doing, then?” asked Ron, panting slightly.
“Up here,” said Harry, and he crossed the common room and led the way through the door to the boys’ staircase.
Their dormitory was, as Harry had hoped, empty. He flung open his trunk and began to rummage25 in it, while Ron watched impatiently.
“Harry ...”
“Malfoy's using Crabbe and Goyle as lookouts. He was arguing with Crabbe just now. I want to know ... aha.”
He had found it, a folded square of apparently blank parchment, which he now smoothed out and tapped with the tip of his wand.
“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good ... or Malfoy is, anyway.”
At once, the Marauder's Map appeared on the parchment's surface. Here was a detailed109 plan of every one of the castle's floors and, moving around it, the tiny, labelled
black dots that signified each of the castle's occupants.
“Help me find Malfoy,” said Harry urgently.
He laid the map upon his bed and he and Ron leaned over it, searching.
“There!” said Ron, after a minute or so. “He's in the Slytherin common room, look ... with Parkinson and Zabini and Crabbe and Goyle ...”
Harry looked down at the map, disappointed, but rallied almost at once.
“Well, I'm keeping an eye on him from now on,” he said firmly. “And the moment I see him lurking110 somewhere with Crabbe and Goyle keeping watch outside, it'll be on
with the old Invisibility Cloak and off to find out what he's—”
He broke off as Neville entered the dormitory, bringing with him a strong smell of singed111 material, and began rummaging112 in his trunk for a fresh pair of pants.
Despite his determination to catch Malfoy out, Harry had no luck at all over the next couple of weeks. Although he consulted the map as often as he could, sometimes
making unnecessary visits to the bathroom between lessons to search it, he did not once see Malfoy anywhere suspicious. Admittedly, he spotted113 Crabbe and Goyle moving
around the castle on their own more often than usual, sometimes remaining stationary114 in deserted corridors, but at these times Malfoy was not only nowhere near them,
but impossible to locate on the map at all. This was most mysterious. Harry toyed with the possibility that Malfoy was actually leaving the school grounds, but could
not see how he could be doing it, given the very high leve! of security now operating within the castle. He could only suppose ihat he was missing Malfoy amongst the
hundreds of tiny black dots upon the map. As for the fact that Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle appeared to be going their different ways when they were usually inseparable,
these things happened as people got older—Ron and Hermione, Harry reflected sadly, were living proof.
February moved towards March with no change in the weather except that it became windy as well as wet. To general indignation, a sign went up on all common-room
noticeboards that the next trip into Hogsmeade had been cancelled. Ron was furious.
“It was on my birthday!” he said, “I was looking forward to that!”
“Not a big surprise, though, is it?” said Harry. “Not after what happened to Katie.”
She had still not returned from St. Mungo's. What was more, further disappearances had been reported in the Daily Prophet, including several relatives of students at
Hogwarts.
“But now all I've got to look forward to is stupid Apparition!” said Ron grumpily. “Big birthday treat ...”
Three lessons on, Apparition was proving as difficult as ever, though a few more people had managed to Splinch themselves. Frustration116 was running high and there was a
certain amount of ill-feeling towards Wilkie Twycross and his three Ds, which had inspired a number of nicknames for him, the politest of which were Dog-breath and
Dung-head.
“Happy birthday, Ron,” said Harry, when they were woken on the first of March by Seamus and Dean leaving noisily for breakfast. “Have a present.”
He threw the package across on to Ron's bed, where it joined a small pile of them that must, Harry assumed, have been delivered by house-elves in the night.
“Cheers,” said Ron drowsily117, and as he ripped off the paper Harry got out of bed, opened his own trunk and began rummaging in it for the Marauder's Map, which he hid
after every use. He turfed out half the contents of his trunk before he found it hiding beneath the rolled-up socks in which he was still keeping his bottle of lucky
potion, Felix Felicis.
“Right,” he murmured, taking it back to bed with him, tapping it quietly and murmuring, “I solemnly swear that I am up to no good,” so that Neville, who was passing
the foot of his bed at the time, would not hear.
“Nice one, Harry!” said Ron enthusiastically, waving the new pair of Quidditch Keeper's gloves Harry had given him.
“No problem,” said Harry absent-mindedly, as he searched the Slytherin dormitory closely for Malfoy. “Hey ... I don't think he's in his bed ...”
Ron did not answer; he was too busy unwrapping presents, every now and then letting out an exclamation118 of pleasure.
“Seriously good haul this year!” he announced, holding up a heavy gold watch with odd symbols around the edge and tiny moving stars instead of hands. “See what Mum
and Dad got me? Blimey, I think I'll come of age next year too ...”
“Cool,” muttered Harry, sparing the watch a glance before peering more closely at the map. Where was Malfoy? He did not seem to be at the Slytherin table in the Great
Hall, eating breakfast ... he was nowhere near Snape, who was sitting in his study ... he wasn't in any of the bathrooms or in the hospital wing ...
“Want one?” said Ron thickly, holding out a box of Chocolate Cauldrons.
“No thanks,” said Harry, looking up. “Malfoy's gone again!”
“Can't have done,” said Ron, stuffing a second Cauldron into his mouth as he slid out of bed to get dressed. “Come on. If you don't hurry up you'll have to Apparate
on an empty-stomach ... might make it easier, I suppose ...”
Ron looked thoughtfully at the box of Chocolate Cauldrons, then shrugged119 and helped himself to a third.
Harry tapped the map with his wand, muttered, “Mischief managed,” though it hadn't been, and got dressed, thinking hard. There had to be an explanation for Malfoy's
periodic disappearances, but he simply could not think what it could be. The best way of finding out would be to tail him, but even with the Invisibility Cloak this was
an impractical120 idea; he had lessons, Quidditch practice, homework and Apparition; he could not follow Malfoy around school all day wilhout his absence being remarked
upon.
“Ready?” he said to Ron.
He was halfway to the dormitory door when he realised that Ron had not moved, but was leaning on his bedpost, staring out of the rain-washed window with a strangely
unfocused look on his face.
“Ron? Breakfast.”
“I'm not hungry.”
Harry stared at him.
“I thought you just said—?”
“—Well, all right, I'll come down with you,” sighed Ron, “but I don't want to eat.”
Harry scrutinised him suspiciously.
“You've just eaten half a box of Chocolate Cauldrons, haven't you?”
“It's not that,” Ron sighed again. “You ... you wouldn't understand.”
“Fair enough,” said Harry, albeit121 puzzled, as he turned to open the door.
“Harry!” said Ron suddenly.
“What?”
“Harry, I can't stand it!”
“You can't stand what?” asked Harry, now starling to feel definitely alarmed. Ron was rather pale and looked as though he was about to be sick.
“I can't stop thinking about her!” said Ron hoarsely.
Harry gaped122 at him. He had not expected this and was not sure he wanted to hear it. Friends they might be, but if Ron started calling Lavender ‘Lav-Lav', he would have
to pui his foot down.
“Why does that stop you having breakfast?” Harry asked, trying to inject a note of common sense into the proceedings123.
“I don't think she knows I exist,” said Ron with a desperate gesture.
“She definitely knows you exist,” said Harry, bewildered. “She keeps snogging you, doesn't she?”
Ron blinked.
“Who are you talking about?”
“Who are you talking about?” said Harry, with an increasing sense that all reason had dropped out of the conversation.
“Romilda Vane,” said Ron softly, and his whole face seemed to illuminate124 as he said it, as though hit by a ray of purest sunlight.
They stared at each other for almost a whole minute, before Harry said, “This is a joke, right? You're joking.”
“I think ... Harry, I think I love her,” said Ron in a strangled voice.
“Okay,” said Harry, walking up to Ron to get a better look at the glazed125 eyes and the pallid126 complexion127, “okay ... say that again with a straight face.”
“I love her,” repeated Ron breathlessly. “Have you seen her hair, it's all black and shiny and silky ... and her eyes? Her big dark eyes? And her—”
“This is really funny and everything,” said Harry impatiently, “but joke's over, all right? Drop it.”
He turned to leave; he had got two steps towards the door when a crashing blow hit him on the right ear. Staggering, he looked round. Ron's fist was drawn20 right back,
his face was contorted with rage; he was about to strike again.
Harry reacted instinctively128; his wand was out of his pocket and the incantation sprang to mind without conscious thought: Levicorpus!
Ron yelled as his heel was wrenched129 upwards130 once more; he dangled131 helplessly, upside-down, his robes hanging off him.
“What was that for?” Harry bellowed.
“You insulted her, Harry! You said it was a joke!” shouted Ron, who was slowly turning purple in the face as all the blood rushed to his head.
“This is insane!” said Harry. “What's got into—?”
And then he saw the box lying open on Ron's bed and the truth hit him with the force of a stampeding troll.
“Where did you get those Chocolate Cauldrons?”
“They were a birthday present!” shouted Ron, revolving132 slowly in midair as he struggled to get free. “I offered you one, didn't I?”
“You just picked them up off the floor, didn't you?”
“They'd fallen off my bed, all right? Let me go!”
“They didn't fall off your bed, you prat, don't you understand? They were mine, I chucked them out of my trunk when I was looking for the map. They're the Chocolate
Cauldrons Romilda gave me before Christmas and they're all spiked133 with love potion!”
But only one word of this seemed to have registered with Ron.
“Romilda?” he repeated. “Did you say Romilda? Harry—do you know her? Can you introduce me?”
Harry stared at the dangling134 Ron, whose face now looked tremendously hopeful, and fought a strong desire to laugh. A part of him—the part closest to his throbbing135
right ear—was quite keen on the idea of letting Ron down and watching him run amok until the effects of the potion wore off ... but on the other hand, they were
supposed to be friends, Ron had not been himself when he had attacked, and Harry thought that he would deserve another punching if he permitted Ron to declare undying
love for Romilda Vane.
“Yeah, I'll introduce you,” said Harry, thinking fast. “I'm going to let you down now, okay?”
He sent Ron crashing back to the floor (his ear did hurt quite a lot), but Ron simply bounded to his feet again, grinning.
“She'll be in Slughorn's office,” said Harry confidently, leading the way to the door.
“Why will she be in there?” asked Ron anxiously, hurrying to keep up.
“Oh, she has extra Potions lessons with him,” said Harry, inventing wildly.
“Maybe I could ask if I can have them with her?” said Ron eagerly.
“Great idea,” said Harry.
Lavender was waiting beside the portrait hole, a complication Harry had not foreseen.
“You're late, Won-Won!” she pouted136. “I've got you a birthday—”
“Leave me alone” said Ron impatiently, “Harry's going to introduce me to Romilda Vane.”
And without another word to her, he pushed his way out of the portrait hole. Harry tried to make an apologetic face to Lavender, but it might have turned out simply
amused, because she looked more offended than ever as the Fat Lady swung shut behind them.
Harry had been slightly worried that Slughorn might be at breakfast, but he answered his office door at the first knock, wearing a green velvet137 dressing-gown and
matching nightcap and looking rather bleary-eyed.
“Harry,” he mumbled138. “This is very early for a call ... I generally sleep late on a Saturday ...”
“Professor, I'm really sorry to disturb you,” said Harry as quietly as possible, while Ron stood on tiptoe, attempting to see past Slughorn into his room, “but my
friend Ron's swallowed a love potion by mistake. You couldn't make him an antidote, could you? I'd take him to Madam Pomfrey, but we're not supposed to have anything
from Weasleys’ Wizard Wheezes139 and, you know ... awkward questions ...”
“I'd have thought you could have whipped him up a remedy, Harry, an expert potioneer like you?” asked Slughorn.
“Er,” said Harry, somewhat distracted by the fact that Ron was now elbowing him in the ribs140 in an attempt to force his way into the room, “well, I've never mixed an
antidote for a love potion, sir, and by the time I get it right Ron might've done something serious—”
Helpfully, Ron chose this moment to moan, “I can't see her. Harry—is he hiding her?”
“Was this potion within date?” asked Slughorn, now eyeing Ron with professional interest. “They can strengthen, you know, the longer they're kept.”
“That would explain a lot,” panted Harry, now positively wrestling with Ron to keep him from knocking Slughorn over. “It's his birthday, Professor,” he added
“Oh, all right, come in, then, come in,” said Slughorn, relenting."I've got the necessary here in my bag, it's not a difficult antidote ...”
Ron burst through the door into Slughorn's overheated, crowded study, tripped over a tasselled footstool, regained142 his balance by seizing Harry around the neck and
muttered, “She didn't see that, did she?”
“She's not here yet,” said Harry, watching Slughorn opening his potion kit143 and adding a few pinches of this and that to a small crystal bottle.
“That's good,” said Ron fervently144. “How do I look?”
“Very handsome,” said Slughorn smoothly145, handing Ron a glass of clear liquid. “Now drink that up, it's a tonic146 for the nerves, keep you calm when she arrives, you
know,”
“Brilliant,” said Ron eagerly, and he gulped147 the antidote down noisily.
Harry and Slughorn watched him. For a moment, Ron beamed at them. Then, very slowly, his grin sagged148 and vanished, to be replaced by an expression of utmost horror.
“Back to normal, then?” said Harry, grinning. Slughorn chuckled149. “Thanks a lot, Professor.”
“Don't mention it, m'boy, don't mention it,” said Slughorn, as Ron collapsed150 into a nearby armchair, looking devastated151. “Pick-me-up, that's what he needs,”
Slughorn continued, now-bustling over to a table loaded with drinks. “I've got Butterbeer, I've got wine, I've got one last bottle of this oak-matured mead115 ... hmm ...
meant to give that to Dumbledore for Christmas ... ah well ...” he shrugged “... he can't miss what he's never had! Why don't we open it now and celebrate Mr
Weasley's birthday? Nothing like a fine spirit to chase away the pangs152 of disappointed love ...”
He chortled again and Harry joined in. This was the firsi time he had found himself almost alone with Slughorn since his disastrous first attempt to extract the true
memory from him. Perhaps, if he could just keep Slughorn in a good mood ... perhaps if they got through enough of the oak-matured mead ...
“There you are, then,” said Slughorn, handing Harry and Ron a glass of mead each, before raising his own. “Well, a very happy birthday, Ralph—”
“- Ron—” whispered Harry.
But Ron, who did not appear to be listening to the toast, had already thrown the mead into his mouth and swallowed it.
There was one second, hardly more than a heartbeat, in which Harry knew there was something terribly wrong and Slughorn, it seemed, did not.
“—and may you have many more—”
“Ron!”
Ron had dropped his glass; he half-rose from his chair and then crumpled153, his extremities154 jerking uncontrollably. Foam155 was dribbling156 from his mouth and his eyes were
bulging157 from their sockets158.
“Professor!” Harry bellowed. “Do something!”
But Slughorn seemed paralysed by shock. Ron twitched159 and choked: his skin was turning blue.
“What—but—” spluttered Slughorn.
Harry leapt over a low table and sprinted160 towards Slughorn's open potion kit, pulling out jars and pouches161, while the terrible sound of Ron's gargling breath filled the
room. Then he found it—the shrivelled kidney-like stone Slughorn had taken from him in Potions.
He hurtled back to Ron's side, wrenched open his jaw162 and thrust the bezoar into his mouth. Ron gave a great shudder163, a rattling164 gasp165 and his body became limp and still.
第二天哈利把邓布利多布置给他的任务透露给了罗恩和赫敏，不过是分开透露的，因为赫敏仍然拒绝和罗恩同时出现，一旦有罗恩在场，赫敏除了来得及给他一个轻蔑的眼神之外，就再也不肯
多待了。
罗恩认为哈利不大可能会在斯拉霍恩身上遇到麻烦。
“他很喜欢你，”他早餐时说，在空中挥了挥叉着煎蛋的叉子。“不会拒绝你任何事情，是吧？你可是他的魔药小王子。今天下午的课上完之后留下来问他要就成了。”
然而，赫敏的观点却悲观一些。
“如果邓布利多都不能让他说出来，那他就是下定了决心要隐瞒真正发生的事，”下课时他们站在积雪的无人天井里，她低声说道。“灵魂碎片……灵魂碎片……我从来没有听说过这些东
西……”
“你没听说过？”
哈利很失望；他本来希望赫敏能给他提供一点线索来弄清灵魂碎片是什么。
“那些一定是非常高级的黑魔法，否则为什么伏地魔想要了解它们？我认为要想得到那条信息不是一件容易的事，哈利，你要仔细想想怎么接近斯拉霍恩，最好能想出一条计策……”
“罗恩认为只要今天下午的魔药课上完之后我留下来……”
“哦，那么，如果是‘哇－哇’这么认为，你最好就照做，”她的火气马上上来了。“毕竟，‘哇－哇’的判断什么时候出过错？”
“赫敏，你就不能——”
“不能！”她生气地说，然后转过身一阵风似的走了，把哈利一个人留在了齐脚踝深的雪地上。
这段时间的魔药课真的很不自在，因为哈利、罗恩和赫敏得坐在同一张桌子上。今天，赫敏把坩埚往厄尼那边挪了挪，抛下了哈利和罗恩。
“你干了什么？”罗恩看着赫敏傲慢的侧脸小声问哈利。
可哈利还没有来得及回答，斯拉霍恩就已经在教室前面要求大家安静了。
“请坐好，请坐好！快点儿，今天下午有许多事情要做！哥帕洛忒第三定律……谁能告诉我——？格兰杰小姐能，当然！”
赫敏用最快的速度背诵起来：“哥帕洛忒第三定律阐述了混合毒药的解药种类数大于混合毒药的每种组分对应的解药种类数的总和。”
“完全正确！”斯拉霍恩笑眯眯地说。“格兰芬多加十分！那么，如果我们接受哥帕洛忒第三定律是正确的……”
哈利只好相信斯拉霍恩哥帕洛忒第三定律是正确的，因为他一点儿也不懂。除了赫敏，似乎没有人跟得上斯拉霍恩随后讲的内容。
“……这就是说，当然，假定我们已经通过斯卡平揭示咒正确地鉴定出了毒药的每种成分，我们的首要目标不是相对简单的给每种成分本身挑选解药，而是要找到一种附加的组分，这种组
分要能——差不多是通过一个炼金术式的过程——转化这些各不相同的元素——”
罗恩半张着嘴坐在哈利身边，心不在焉地在他崭新的《高级魔药制备》上涂鸦。他忘了走神之后再也不能依赖赫敏帮忙他解决问题了。
“……所以，”斯拉霍恩总结道，“我要你们每个人到我桌子上来拿一只小药瓶。在下课之前针对里面的毒药制造出一种解药。祝你们好运，别忘了戴上防护手套！”
赫敏已经离开凳子走在了去斯拉霍恩讲桌的半道上，而其他人这时才醒悟过来应该动身了，等哈利、罗恩和厄尼回到桌子上时，她已经把瓶子里的药倒进了坩埚，正在坩埚下面生火。
“真遗憾这次王子帮不了你了，哈利，”她直起身子时快活地说。“你这次得弄明白它包含的基本原理。而不是捷径和作弊！”
哈利恼怒地拔开瓶塞，把从斯拉霍恩的讲桌上取回来的亮粉红色毒药倒进了他的坩埚，在下面生起了火。他一点儿也不知道接下来该怎么办。哈利瞥了一眼罗恩，那家伙照抄完哈利做的每
件事之后，正呆头呆脑地站在那儿。
“你确定王子没有写下任何窍门？”罗恩对哈利嘀咕道。
哈利抽出了他那本值得信赖的《高级魔药制备》，翻到了解药那一章。哥帕洛忒第三定律和赫敏背诵的内容一模一样，可是王子没有留下一点笔记来解释它是什么意思。显然王子和赫敏一
样，理解起这个来毫无困难。
“什么也没有，”哈利沮丧地说。
赫敏正在她的坩埚上方狂热地挥舞着魔杖。不幸的是，他们没办法照搬她的咒语，因为现在赫敏的无声咒语太熟练了，做这些时根本就不用出声。不过，厄尼·麦克米兰却正在他的坩埚上
方轻轻念叨，“秘密重现！”听起来令人印象深刻，于是哈利和罗恩赶紧效仿起来。
哈利只花了五分钟就发现他这个最佳药剂师已经名声扫地。斯拉霍恩在教室巡视的第一圈就转到了哈利身边，充满期待地往他的坩埚里张望，准备同往常一样高兴地惊呼，可这次却狼狈地
把头缩了回来，在一股臭鸡蛋气味的包围下咳嗽着。赫敏脸上的表情再得意不过了；她受够了在每节魔药课都被人超过。她现在正把从毒药里分离出来的神秘原料分别倒进十个不同的水晶药瓶
。为了避免自己看到这气人的一幕，哈利弯下腰用不必要的力气狠狠地翻了几页混血王子的书。
在那一长串解药的右边，潦草地写了一行字。
只需要把牛黄塞进他们的喉咙。
哈利盯着这几个字。他不是在很久以前听说过牛黄吗？斯内普不是在他们的第一节魔药课上提到过吗？“从山羊的胃里取出的石头（译注：现实中的牛黄专指水牛或黄牛的胆囊结石，所以
这里译者认为译成胃石或毛粪石更佳），具有极强的解毒功能。”
这不是解决哥帕洛忒问题的答案，如果斯内普还是他们的老师，哈利绝不敢这么做，但是这是最后的一根救命稻草了。他赶紧到储藏柜里去翻寻，把独角兽角和缠结在一起的干草药都推到
了一边，他终于在最里面找出了一只小硬纸盒，上面用潦草的字迹写着“牛黄”。
他打开了盒子，这时斯拉霍恩叫道，“还剩两分钟，各位！”。盒子里面有半打皱巴巴的棕色物体，看上去更像是干缩的肾，而不是真正的石头。哈利抓起一个，把盒子放回橱柜，然后回
到了自己的坩埚面前。
“时间……到！”斯拉霍恩快活地叫道。“好了，让我来看看你们做的！布雷斯……你为我准备了些什么啊？”
斯拉霍恩慢慢地在屋里走动，检查着各不相同的解药。没有一个人完成了任务，即使是赫敏也还在趁着斯拉霍恩过来之前往瓶子里面填进更多的原料。罗恩早就完全放弃了，仅仅只是躲避
着从他坩埚里冒出来的阵阵腐臭的烟雾。哈利攥着牛黄站在那儿等，手心已经微微出汗了。
斯拉霍恩最后来到了他们的桌前。他嗅了嗅厄尼的魔药，做了个鬼脸，接着看罗恩的。他没有在罗恩的坩埚前多加停留，只是快步地往后一退，微微有些作呕。
“那么你呢，哈利，”他说。“你准备展示什么给我看？”
哈利伸出手，露出了手掌心上的牛黄。
斯拉霍恩足足盯着它看了十秒。哈利一度以为他要冲着自己大嚷大叫了。然后他抬起头大笑起来。
“你真勇敢，孩子！”他用洪亮的声音说，把牛黄拿起来给全班看。“哦，你像你的母亲一样……嗯，我不能说你错了……一块牛黄当然可以作为所有这些魔药的解药！”
赫敏看上去气得不行，她忙得满头大汗，鼻子上还有一块烟尘。她含有五十二种原料（其中还包括她的一团头发）的解药刚做到一半，还在斯拉霍恩身后懒洋洋地冒着泡泡，可斯拉霍恩的
眼睛只盯着哈利。
“你是自己想出牛黄的吗，哈利？”她咬牙切齿地问。
“那是一个真正药剂师所需要的独创精神！”斯拉霍恩在哈利回答之前抢先说。“就像她的母亲，她对魔药制造也有着同样的天生悟性，无疑他是从莉莉那儿继承过来了……是的，哈利，
是的，如果你手头上有牛黄，当然就能达到目的……不过由于它也不是对每样东西都有效，而且十分稀少，所以了解配制解药还是有价值的……”
屋子里唯一一个比赫敏还气愤的是马尔福，哈利高兴地看到，他把一些类似猫的呕吐物的东西洒到了自己身上。哈利什么都没做却成了最好，在他们俩有机会对此暴跳如雷之前，下课铃响
了。
“是时候收拾东西了！”斯拉霍恩说。“为了哈利的冒失再给格兰芬多加上十分！”
他咯咯地笑着，像鸭子一样摇摇摆摆地走回了教室前的讲桌。
哈利留在后面，他磨磨蹭蹭地收拾着书包。罗恩和赫敏离开的时候都没有祝他好运；他们看上去都很气恼。哈利和斯拉霍恩成了教室里最后的两个人。
“走吧，哈利，你下堂课要迟到了，”斯拉霍恩和蔼地说，他吧哒一声扣下了龙皮公文包的扣环。
“教授，”哈利抑制不住地想到了伏地魔，“我想问你件事。”
“那问吧，我亲爱的孩子，问吧……”
“教授，你知不知道……灵魂碎片的事情？”
斯拉霍恩愣住了。他圆圆的脸似乎陷入了沉思。然后他舔了舔嘴唇，嘶哑地说，“你说什么？”
“我问你知不知道任何关于灵魂碎片的事，教授。你瞧——”
“是邓布利多让你来问这个的，”斯拉霍恩低声说。
他的声音完全变了。不再是亲切温和，而是震惊和恐惧。他在上衣口袋里摸索出一只手帕，擦了擦额头上的汗。
“邓布利多给你看了那——那段记忆，”斯拉霍恩说。“嗯？是不是？”
“是的，”哈利决定此时此刻最好不要说谎。
“是啊，当然，”斯拉霍恩轻轻地说，仍然擦拭着他惨白的脸。“当然了……嗯，如果你已经看了那段记忆，哈利，你就会了解到我不知道任何事——任何事——”他强有力地重复了一遍
那个词“——有关灵魂碎片的事。”
他抓起龙皮公文包，把手帕塞回兜里，大步走向地下教室的门。
“教授，”哈利绝望地说，“我只是认为记忆里还有些东西——”
“是吗？”斯拉霍恩说。“那你就错了，是不是？错了！”
他吼完最后一个字，哈利还没来得及多说什么，他就狠狠地关上了身后的门。
当哈利把那场灾难性的谈话告诉罗恩和赫敏时，他们俩都没有表现出一丝同情。赫敏还在为哈利的不劳而获耿耿于怀。罗恩则在为哈利没有给他也拿过来一个牛黄而生气。
“如果我们俩都这么做就会显得很愚蠢！”哈利暴躁地说。“听着，我得在问他伏地魔的事之前先想办法软化他，是不是？哦，你就不能控制一下吗！”见罗恩听到这个名字缩了一下脖子
，哈利愤怒地补充道。
哈利对他的失败和罗恩与赫敏的态度气恼不已，他接下来的几天里一直都在思考接下来应该怎么办。他想暂时让斯拉霍恩以为他已经忘记了灵魂碎片的事；这样就能在卷土重来之前给他带
来错误的安全感。
由于哈利没有再问斯拉霍恩，这位魔药课教师又恢复了对哈利的喜爱，似乎也把那件事给忘了。哈利期待着他的晚宴邀请，这次他下决心就算重新安排魁地奇训练也要接受下来。但不幸的
是，他没有收到这样的邀请。哈利问了问赫敏和金妮：他们俩也都没有收到新的邀请，而且就她们所知，还没有任何人收到了邀请。哈利不禁怀疑起斯拉霍恩并不像他所表面上那样健忘，他只
是决意不再给哈利任何机会盘问他。
而与此同时，霍格沃茨图书馆让赫敏失望了，这在记忆中还是第一次。她深受打击，甚至忘记了为哈利用牛黄耍的花招感到生气。
“我连一条灵魂碎片的解释都没有找到！”她告诉他。“一条都没有！我翻遍了禁书区，甚至查阅了最恐怖的书，那些上面写着怎么炮制最骇人听闻的魔药的书——什么都没找到！我能找
到的只有这个，《最邪恶的魔法》里的介绍——听听——‘灵魂碎片，是最邪恶的魔法发明，我们不会给出任何说明和制作方法’……我的意思是，那干嘛要提它？”她不耐烦地把这本古老的
书重重合上；里面传出了一声鬼哭狼嚎。“哦，闭嘴，”她没好气的说，把书塞回了书包。
随着二月份的到来，学校周围的雪终于融化了，取而代之的是阴郁寒冷的潮湿天气。紫灰色的云低低地压在城堡上，一场绵绵不断的冷雨让草地更滑，也更泥泞了。这也导致了六年级学生
的第一次幻影显形培训从操场移到了礼堂里，这堂课被安排在星期六上午，这样就不会耽误正常的课业了。
哈利和赫敏到达礼堂时（罗恩和拉文德一起过来的）发现桌子都不见了。雨滴打在高高的窗户上，施了魔法的天花板阴沉地打着漩涡，他们走到麦格教授、斯内普教授、弗立维教授和斯普
劳特教授——四个学院的院长——身边集合，还有一个矮小的男人，哈利猜想他就是部里派来的幻影显形教员。他脸色苍白得有些奇怪，长着透明的睫毛和束状的头发，身上带着一种虚无飘渺
的气质，仿佛一阵狂风就可以把他吹走。哈利猜测长期的移行和显形给他的身体造成了损耗，又或许这种弱不禁风的体格对任何想消失的人来说都是非常理想的。
“早上好，”所有学生都到了场，在学院院长们要求他们安静下来之后，魔法部巫师说。“我叫威尔基·退克罗斯，接下来的十二周里我会成为你们的魔法部幻影显形教员。我希望能帮你
们为这次的幻影显形测试作准备。”
“马尔福，安静，注意听！”麦格教授吼道。
每个人都转过了头。马尔福的脸立即变成了暗粉红色；他狂怒地离开了克拉布，似乎刚才正在和他低声争执。哈利迅速地瞟了一眼斯内普，他看上去也很恼怒，不过哈利强烈地怀疑那更多
的是因为麦格教授呵斥了他的学院的一个学生，而不是因为马尔福的无礼。
“——到那时，你们中的许多人都能准备就绪去参加测试了，”退克罗斯接着说，仿佛没有被打断一样。
“你们也许知道，在霍格沃茨里是不能幻影显形和幻影移形的。可校长已经把魔法撤销了，以便我们练习，仅仅只是在礼堂里，仅仅一个小时时间。我强调，你们不能幻影显形到这扇墙的
外面，而且要尝试这样做也是很不明智的。
“我要你们每个人都在面前留出五英尺的空间。”
礼堂里爆发出一阵混乱和拥挤，人们彼此分开，撞到别人身上，命令别人走出自己的领地。学院的院长们在人群中穿梭，指挥他们站好并且调解着纠纷。
“哈利，你去哪儿？”赫敏问。
哈利没有回答；他迅速地穿过人群，经过了弗立维教授，他正在尖叫着安置一群争着往前站的拉文克劳学生的，又经过了斯普劳特教授，她正在把赫奇帕奇学生排成行，躲开了厄尼·麦克
米兰后，他来到了人群的末尾，站在马尔福后面，后者正利用这个混乱站在五英尺远的地方继续和克拉布争论，看上去有些失控。
“我不知道还要多久，行了吧？”马尔福瞪着他，没有注意到哈利正站在他的后面。“花的时间比我预想的要长。”
克拉布张了张嘴，可是马尔福似乎猜到了他要说什么。
“听着，我在干什么不关你的事，克拉布，你和高尔只需要照我说的做放好哨就行了！”
“如果我要我的朋友为我放哨，就会告诉他们我在干什么，”哈利说，声音大得刚好可以让马尔福听见。
马尔福立即转过身，手飞快地移向了魔杖，可就在这时四个院长大声叫道，“安静！”于是大家都安静了下来。马尔福慢慢地转过身去看着前面。
“谢谢你们，”退克罗斯说。“那么……”
他挥了挥魔杖。每个学生面前的地板上都立刻出现了一只老式木圈。
“幻影显形时最重要的是三个D！”退克罗斯说。“目的地，决心，从容不迫！（译注：三个词在英语里分别是destination、determination和deliberation，都是D打头）
“第一步：把你们的精力集中在预期的目的地上，”退克罗斯说。“在现在的情况下，就是这个木圈里面。现在请把注意力集中在那个目的地上。”
每个人都暗中朝四周看了看其他人是不是在盯着木圈，然后便赶紧照教员说的做了。哈利凝视着木圈里的那块满是灰尘的圆形地板，努力地尝试不去想其他任何事情。但是这不可能，因为
他无法停止对马尔福到底在做什么需要放哨的事感到疑惑不解。
“第二步，”退克罗斯说，“下定决心去占据那个看得见的空间！让进入其中的渴望淹没你们的意识，淹没你们的每一小块身体！”
哈利偷偷朝四周看了一眼。在他左边稍远一些的地方，厄尼·麦克米兰正拼命地凝视着他的木圈，脸都成了粉红色；看上去就像准备下一个鬼飞球大小的蛋。哈利忍住笑，赶紧回头凝视起
自己的木圈来。
“第三步，”退克罗斯喊道，“等我一发令……就在原地开始旋转，要感觉自己正在进入虚无之中，从容不迫地移动！听我的口令，现在……一——”
哈利又朝四周看了看；许多人都对这么快就要幻影显形感到惊慌失措。
“——二——”
哈利试图再次把精力集中在他的木圈上；他已经忘了那三个D代表什么。
“——三！”
哈利快速旋转起来，随即失去了平衡，差点儿就摔倒。可他不是唯一一个。整个礼堂突然间充满了摇摇晃晃的人；纳威平平地躺在了地上；而厄尼·麦克米兰则踮着脚跳到了木圈里，顿时
兴奋不已，直到他看到迪安·托马斯正冲着他一阵狂笑。
“没关系，没关系，”退克罗斯干巴巴地说，似乎他也没有期待有更好的结果。“整理一下你们的木圈，然后回到自己原来的位置上……”
第二次尝试不比第一次好。第三次也一样糟糕。直到第四次时才有令人激动的事情发生。有人发出了一声令人毛骨悚然的尖叫，每个人都四处张望起来，他们恐惧地看见赫奇帕奇的苏珊·
博恩斯正在木圈中瑟瑟发抖，而左腿却仍然留在五英尺外，那是她出发时的位置。
学院的院长们都聚拢到了她的周围；然后砰的一声巨响，出现了一阵紫色的烟雾，随着烟雾的消散，人们看见了正在抽泣的苏珊，她的腿又回到了身上，可是仍然惊魂未定。
“裂体，或者说身体某部分的分离，”威尔基·退克罗斯冷静地说，“发生在意志不够坚决的时候。你们必须不断地把注意力集中在你们的目的地上，然后动身，不要慌，而是要从容不迫
……像这样。”
退克罗斯往前走了几步，两手伸开，优雅地原地旋转起来，只见袍子打了个漩涡，人就消失了，随后又出现在了礼堂的后面。
“记住那三个D,”他说，“再试一次……一——二——
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mead
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frustration
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complexion
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