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"Go back, Bella!"
"Oh yes she is," said Hermione happily, brandishing the jar at them.
"And now, Harry, on a closely related subject... I gather that you have been taking the Daily Prophet over the last two weeks?"
"No," said Harry.
Harry said nothing, but Dumbledore did not seem to require an answer. He continued, "On a different, though related, subject, it is my wish that you take private lessons with me this year."
"Did I?" said Harry, perplexed. "How?"
"You two made up, have you?" said Ron.
"Yes, alive," said Fudge. "That is--I don't know--is a man alive if he can't be killed? I don't really understand it, and Dumbledore won't explain properly--but anyway, he's certainly got a body and is walking and talking and killing, so I suppose, for the purposes of our discussion, yes, he's alive."
A second tongue of flame shot from the wand and interlinked with the first, making a fine, glowing chain.
He certainly had those, thought Harry, looking around the room. It was stuffy and cluttered, yet nobody could say it was uncomfortable; there were soft chairs and footstools, drinks and books, boxes of chocolates and plump cushions. If Harry had not known who lived there, he would have guessed at a rich, fussy old lady.
"Yeah," said Harry, grinning. "Think how many Canary Creams that is."
"But of course."
Dumbledore strode from the room. Once the door had closed behind him, there was silence. After a few moments, Slughorn got to his feet but seemed uncertain what to do with himself. He shot a furtive look at Harry, then crossed to the fire and turned his back on it, warming his wide behind.
"You are with me," said Dumbledore simply. "This will do, Harry."
"So you think that..." He had squinted down at the name in his left hand. "Lord Vol--"