Harry Potter And The Half-blood Prince Page #3

don't want to be followed?

Quibbler!

Quibbler.

He's lovely.

They've been known to sing

at Boxing Day, you know?

- Quibbler?

- Oh, please.

What's a Wrackspurt?

Invisible creatures,

they flow in your ears

and make your brain go fuzzy.

Quibbler!

So what was Draco doing

with that weird-looking cabinet?

And who were

all those people?

Don't you see?

It was a ceremony.

- An initiation.

- Stop it, Harry.

- I know where you're going with this.

- It happened.

- He's one of them.

- One of who?

Harry's under the impression

Draco Malfoy is now a Death Eater.

You're barking.

What would You-Know-Who want

with a sod like Malfoy?

Oh, then what's he doing

in Borgin and Burkes?

Browsing for furniture?

It's a creepy shop.

He's a creepy blood.

Blood? His father is a Death Eater.

It only makes sense.

Besides, Hermione saw it

with her own eyes.

I told you,

I don't know what I saw.

I need some air.

- What's going on?

- What's in that?

What's that?

What is it?

- I don't know.

- What was that?

Relax, boys. It's probably just

a phantom messing around.

Come, Draco. Sit down.

We'll be at Hogwarts soon.

Hogwarts.

What a pathetic excuse for a school.

I think I pitched myself

off the astronomy tab

I thought I had to continue

for another 2 years.

What's that supposed

to mean?

Let's just say I don't think

I see me wasting my time

in Charms class

next year.

Amused, Blaise?

Let's see just

who's laughing in the end.

You two go on.

Wanna check something.

- Where's Harry?

- He's probably on the platform.

Come on.

Didn't Mummy ever tell you

it was rude to eavesdrop, Potter?

Petrificus Totalus!

Oh yeah...

She was dead before you could

wipe the drool off your chin.

That's for my father.

Enjoy your ride

back to London.

Ennervate!

Hello, Harry!

Luna.

How'd you know where I was?

Wrapspurts,

your head's full of them.

Sorry I made you miss the carriages,

by the way, Luna.

That's alright.

It was like being with a friend.

Well,

I am your friend, Luna.

That's nice.

Oh, about time.

I've been looking

all over for you two.

Right...

Names?

Professor Flitwick,

you know me for five years.

No exceptions, Potter.

- Who are those people?

- Aurors.

Security.

What's this cane here then?

It's not a cane, you cretin.

It's a walking stick.

And what exactly will

you be doing with all...

be construed

as an offensive weapon.

It's alright, Mr. Filch.

I can vouch for Mr. Malfoy.

Nice face, Potter.

Would you like me

to fix it for you?

Personally, I think

you look a bit more...

devil may care

this way but...

It's up to you.

Well, have you ever

fixed a nose before?

No, but I've done

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