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All right. Um…

This morning, I’m gonna be putting you all through a few drills…

…just to assess your strengths.

Quiet! Please!

Shut it!

Thanks. All right. Um…

Just because you made the team last year…

…does not guarantee you a spot this year. Is that clear?

Good.

No hard feelings, Weasley, all right?

Hard feelings?

Yeah, Ill be going out for Keeper as well. It’s nothing personal.

Really? Strapping guy like you?

You’ve got more of a Beaters build, don’t you think?

Keepers need to be quick, agile.

Oh, I like my chances.

Say, think you could introduce me to your friend Granger?

Wouldn’t mind getting on a first-name basis, know what I mean?

Come on, Weasley!

Come on, Ron! Go on, Weasley!

Go on, Weasley! Yeah, Ron!

Go on, Cormac!

Come on, Ron!

Come on, Ron.

Come on, Ron.

Confundus.

Isn’t he brilliant?

I have to admit, I thought I was gonna miss that last one.

I hope Cormac’s not taking it too hard.

He’s got a bit of a thing for you, Hermione. Cormac.

He’s vile.

Have you ever heard of this spell? Sectumsempra?

No, I haven’t.

And if you had a shred of self-respect, you’d hand that book in.

Not bloody likely. He’s top of the class.

He’s even better than you, Hermione. Slughorn thinks he’s a genius.

What?

I’d like to know whose that book was. Let’s have a look.

No.

Why not?

The binding is fragile.

The binding is fragile? Yeah.

Who’s the Half-Blood Prince? Who?

That’s what it says right here This book is property of the Half-Blood Prince.

For weeks you carry around this book, practically sleep with it…

… yet you have no desire to find out who he is?

I didn’t say I wasn’t curious, and I don’t sleep with it.

Well, it’s true.

I like a nice chat before I go to bed. Now all you do is read that bloody book.

It’s just like being with Hermione.

Well, I was curious, so I went to…

The library. The library. And?

And nothing.

I couldn’t find a reference anywhere to a Half-Blood Prince.

There we go. That settles it, then. Filius!

I was hoping to find you in the Three Broomsticks!

No, emergency choir practice, I’m afraid, Horace.

Does anyone fancy a Butterbeer?

A chum of mine was sledging down Claxby Hill.

We had a very long, homemade, Norwegian-style sledge…

No, not there. Over here.

No, sit beside me.

Okay.

Something to drink?

Three Butterbeers, and some ginger in mine, please.

Oh, bloody hell.

Slick git.

Honestly, Ronald, they’re only holding hands.

And snogging.

I’d like to leave. What?

You can’t be serious.

That happens to be my sister. So?

What if she looked over here and saw you snogging me? You expect her to leave?

Hey, my boy! Hello, sir. Wonderful to see you.

And you, and you.

So, what brings you here?

The Three Broomsticks and I go way back, further than I care to admit.

I can remember when it was One Broomstick.

All hands on deck, Granger. Listen, my boy, in the old days…

…I used to throw together the occasional supper party…

…for the select student or two.

Would you be game? I’d consider it an honor, sir.

You would be welcome too, Granger.

I’d be delighted, sir. Splendid. Look for my owl.

Good to see you, Wallenby.

What are you playing at?

Dumbledore’s asked me to get to know him.

Get to know him? I don’t know.

It must be important. If it wasn’t, Dumbledore wouldn’t ask.

Got a little bit…

Katie, you don’t know what it could be.

Harry. What?

Did you hear what she said back at the pub about me and her snogging?

As if.

I warned her. I warned her not to touch it.