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  ive it to  ”
  ”but what about the half-blood —”
  ”i39ll exp ter!”
  ron pulled his py of advanced potion-akg out of his bag and handed it over harry sprted off past hi and back to the on roo here, he seized his schoolbag, ignorg the aazed looks of several people who had already fished their dner, threw hiself back out of the portrait hole, and hurtled off along the seventh-floor rridor
  he skidded to a halt beside the tapestry of dancg trolls, closed his eyes, and began to walk
  i need a pce to hide y book  i need a pce to hide y book  i need a pce to hide y book
  three tis he walked up and down front of the stretch of bnk wall when he opened his eyes, there it was at st: the door to the roo of reirent harry wrenched it open, fng hi self side, and sd it shut
  he gasped despite his haste, his panic, his fear of what awaited hi back the bathroo, he uld not help but be overawed by what he was lookg at he was standg a roo the size of a r cathedral, whose high dows were sendg shafts of light down upon what looked like a city with towerg walls, built of what harry knew t be objects hidden by nerations of hogwarts habitants there were alleyways and roads bordered by teterg piles of
  oken and daad furniture, stowed away, perhaps, to hide the evidence of ishandled agic, or else hidden by castle-proud hoe-elves there were thoands and thoands of books, no doubt banned or graffitied or stolen there were d catapults and fand frisbees, still with enough life the to hover halfheartedly over the ountas of other forbidden ites there were chipped bottles of naled potions, hats, jewels, cloaks there were what looked like dragon eggshells, rked bottles whose ntents still shired evilly, several rtg swords, and a heavy, bloodstaed axe
  harry hurried forward to one of the any alleyways beeen all this hidden treasure he turned right past an enoro stuffed troll, ran on a short way, took a left at the
  oken vanishg cabet which ontague had got lost the previo year, fally pag beside a r cupboard that seed to have had acid thrown at its blistered surface he opened one of the cupboard39s creakg doors: it had already been ed as a hidg pce for thg a ca that had long sce died its skeleton had five legs he stuffed the half-blood prces book behd the ca and sd the door he paed for a ont, his heart thupg horribly, gazg around at all the ctter  would he be able to fd this spot aga aidst all this junk? seizg the chipped bt of an ugly old warlock fro on of a nearby crate, he stood it on of the cupboard where the book was now hidden, perched a dty old wig and a tarnished tiara on the statues head to ake it ore distctive, then sprted back through the alleyways of hidden junk as fast as he uld go, back to the door, back out onto the rridor, where he sd the door behd hi, and it turned at once back to stone
  harry ran ft-out toward the bathroo on the floor below, crag ron39s py of advanced potion-akg to his bag as he did a ute ter, he was back front of snape, who held out his hand wordlessly for harry39s schoolbag harry handed it over, pantg, a searg pa his chest, and waited
  one by one, snape extracted harrys books and exaed the, fally, the only book left was the potions book, which he looked at very carefully before speakg
  ”this is your py of advanced potion-akg, is it, potter?”
  ”yes,” said harry, still
  eathg hard
  ”you39re ite sure of that, are you, potter?”
  ”yes,” said harry, with a touch ore defiance
  ”this is the py of advanced potion-akg that you purchased fro flourish and blotts?”
  ”yes,” said harry firly
  ”then why,” asked snape, ”does it have the na 39roonil wazlib39 written side the front ver?”
  harrys heart issed a beat ”that39s y nickna,” he said 39
  ”your nickna,” repeated snape ”yeah  that39s what y friends call ,” said harry
  ”i understand what a nickna is,” said snape the ld, bck eyes were borg once ore to harry39s he tried not to look to the close your d  close your d  but he had never learned how to do it properly
  ”do you know what i thk, potter?” said snape, very ietly ”i thk that you are a liar and a cheat and that you deserve detention with every saturday until the end of ter ”what do you thk, potter?”
  ”i — i don39t agree, sir,”