Harry Potter And The Half-blood Prince

Millenium breaking disaster...

All river traffic has been halted and

police divers search for survivors.

Surrounding area

remains closed.

The man, known to...

Harry Potter.

Who's Harry Potter?

Um, no one.

Bit of a tosser, really.

Funny

that paper of yours.

Couple of minutes ago, I could have sworn

I saw a picture move.

Really?

While I was going

around the train.

- Okay, I was wondering--

- Eleven.

That's when

I get off.

You can tell me all about

that tosser Harry Potter.

You've been reckless

this summer, Harry.

I like riding around

the trains.

Takes my mind

off things.

All unpleasant to be old,

isn't it?

The tale is thrilling,

if I say so myself.

But now is not the time

to tell it.

Take my arm.

Do as I say.

I hardly just Apparated,

didn't I?

Indeed.

Quite successfully too,

I might add.

Most people vomit

the first time.

Can't imagine why.

Welcome to the charming village

of Budleigh Babberton.

Harry, I assume right about now

you must be wondering...

why I brought you here?

Am I right?

Actually sir, after all these years,

I just, sort of, go with it.

Wands on, Harry.

Horace!

Horace.

Merlin's beard!

You don't need

to disfigure me, Albus.

Well I must say you made

a very convincing armchair, Horace.

It's all

in the upholstery.

I come by this stuffing naturally.

What gave me away?

Dragon's blood.

Oh yes, introductions.

Harry, I'd like you to meet

an old friend and colleague of mine--

Horace Slughorn.

Horace...

Well you know who this is.

Harry Potter.

So for love of theatrics,

Horace...

You're, by any chance,

waiting for someone else, were you?

Someone else?

I'm sure I don't know what you mean.

Alright. The Death Eaters

have been trying

to recruit me

for over a year.

Do you know

what's that like?

You can only say no

to these people so many times.

So I never stay anywhere

more than a week.

The Muggles who own this place

are in the Canary Islands.

Well, I think we should put it

back in order for them,

- don't you?

- Yes.

Fine.

That was fun.

Do you mind

if I use the loo?

No, of course.

Don't think I don't know

why you're here, Albus.

The answer is still no.

Absolutely,

and unequivanetly, no.

You're very like

your father.

Except the eyes,

of course.

- You have your--

- My mother's eyes, yeah.

Lily, lovely Lily.

She's exceedingly bright,

your mother.

Even more impressive

even though I could say

that she was Muggle-born.

One of my best friends

is Muggle-born.

- She's the best in our year.

- Oh please don't think

I'm prejudiced.

No, no, no.

Your mother was

one of my absolute favorites.

Look, there she is.

Right at the front.

All mine.

Each and every one.

Ex-students, I mean.

You recognise Barnabas Cuffe?

Editor of the Daily Prophet.

Always takes my owl

should I wish to register an opinion

on the news of the day.

Gwenog Jones,

captain of the Holyhead Harpies.

Free tickets

whenever I want them.

Of course, I haven't been

to a match in some time.

Ah, yes!

Regulus Black.

No doubt, there is

his older brother Sirius,

died a few weeks ago.

I taught the whole Black family,

except Sirius.

It's a shame.

A talented boy.

I got Regulus when

he came along, of course, but...

but I'd like to set.

Horace!

Do you mind if I take this?

I do love

knitting patterns.

Yes, of course,

but you're not leaving, are you?

Oh, I think I know

a lost cause when I see one.

Regrettable, I would have considered it

a very personal triumph

if you consented

to return to Hogwarts.

Ah well, you're like my friend

Mr. Potter here.

One of a kind.

Well, bye-bye Horace.

Bye.

Alright. I'll do it.

But I want Professor Merrythought's

old office,

not the water closet

I had before.

And I expect a raise.

These are mad times

we're living, mad!

They are, indeed.

Sir, exactly what was

all that about?

You are talented,

famous and powerful.

Everything Horace values.

Professor Slughorn's gonna try

to collect you, Harry.

You would be

his crowning jewel.

That's why

he's returning to Hogwarts.

And it's crucial

he should return.

I fear I may have stolen

a wondrous night from you, Harry.

She was truthfully...

very pretty.

The girl.

It's alright, sir.

I'll go back tomorrow,

make some excuse.

Oh you'll not be returning

to Little Whinging tonight, Harry.

But sir, what about Hedwig?

And my trunk?

Both

are waiting for you.

Hedwig?

Mom?

Ginny, what is it?

I was only wondering

when Harry got here.

What?

Harry-- Harry, who?

Harry Potter, of course.

I think I'd know if Harry Potter

was in my house, wouldn't I?

His trunk's in the kitchen...

and his owl.

But no, dear.

I seriously doubt that.

Harry?

Did someone say Harry?

Me, nosey.

Is he up there with you?

Of course not.

I think I'll know if my best friend's

in my room, wouldn't I?

Is that an owl I heard?

You haven't seen him,

have you?

Apparently, he's wandering

about the house.

- Really?

- Really.

Harry!

Harry.

What a lovely surprise!

Why didn't you let us know

you were coming?

I didn't know.

Dumbledore.

Oh, that man!

What we won't do without him?

A bit of... toothpaste.

So when did you

get here?

A few days ago.

Day or for a while,

I wasn't sure I was coming.

Mum...

sort of lost it, last week.

Said Ginny and I have

no business going back to Hogwarts.

It's too dangerous.

Oh, come on.

She's not alone.

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