Harry Potter 06 - Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince

extracted the tiny, gleaming bottle.
    ‘Well, here goes,’ said Harry, and he raised the little bottle and took a carefully measured gulp.
    ‘What does it feel like?’ whispered Hermione.
    Harry did not answer for a moment. Then, slowly but surely, an exhilarating sense of infinite opportunity stole through him; he felt as though he could have done anything, anything at all … and getting the memory from Slughorn seemed suddenly not only possible, but positively easy …
    He got to his feet smiling, brimful of confidence.
    ‘Excellent,’ he said. ‘Really excellent. Right … I’m going down to Hagrid’s.’
    ‘What?’ said Ron and Hermione together, looking aghast.
    ‘No, Harry – you’ve got to go and see Slughorn, remember?’ said Hermione.
    ‘No,’ said Harry confidently. ‘I’m going to Hagrid’s, I’ve got a good feeling about going to Hagrid’s.’
    ‘You’ve got a good feeling about burying a giant spider?’ asked Ron, looking stunned.
    ‘Yeah,’ said Harry, pulling his Invisibility Cloak out of his bag. ‘I feel like it’s the place to be tonight, you know what I mean?’
    ‘No,’ said Ron and Hermione together, both looking positively alarmed now.
    ‘This is Felix Felicis, I suppose?’ said Hermione anxiously, holding up the bottle to the light. ‘You haven’t got another little bottle full of – I don’t know –’
    ‘Essence of Insanity?’ suggested Ron, as Harry swung his Cloak over his shoulders.
    Harry laughed and Ron and Hermione looked even more alarmed.
    ‘Trust me,’ he said. ‘I know what I’m doing … or at least …’ he strolled confidently to the door, ‘Felix does.’
    He pulled the Invisibility Cloak over his head and set off down the stairs, Ron and Hermione hurrying along behind him. At the foot of the stairs Harry slid through the open door.
    ‘What were you doing up there with her ?’ shrieked Lavender Brown, staring right through Harry at Ron and Hermione emerging together from the boys’ dormitories. Harry heard Ron spluttering behind him as he darted across the room away from them.
    Getting through the portrait hole was simple; as he approached it, Ginny and Dean came through it and Harry was able to slip between them. As he did so, he brushed accidentally against Ginny.
    ‘ Don’t push me, please, Dean,’ she said, sounding annoyed. ‘You’re always doing that, I can get through perfectly well on my own …’
    The portrait swung closed behind Harry, but not before he had heard Dean make an angry retort … his feeling of elation increasing, Harry strode off through the castle. He did not have to creep along, for he met nobody on his way, but this did not surprise him in the slightest: this evening, he was the luckiest person at Hogwarts.
    Why he knew that going to Hagrid’s was the right thing to do, he had no idea. It was as though the potion was illuminating a few steps of the path at a time: he could not see the final destination, he could not see where Slughorn came in, but he knew that he was going the right way to get that memory. When he reached the Entrance Hall he saw that Filch had forgotten to lock the front door. Beaming, Harry threw it open and breathed in the smell of clean air and grass for a moment before walking down the steps into the dusk.
    It was when he reached the bottom step that it occurred to him how very pleasant it would be to pass the vegetable patch on his walk to Hagrid’s. It was not strictly on the way, but it seemed clear to Harry that this was a whim on which he should act, so he directed his feet immediately towards the vegetable patch where he was pleased, but not altogether surprised, to find Professor Slughorn in conversation with Professor Sprout. Harry lurked behind a low stone wall, feeling at peace with the world and listening to their conversation.
    ‘… I do thank you for taking the time, Pomona,’ Slughorn was saying courteously. ‘Most authorities agree that they are at their most efficacious if picked at twilight.’
    ‘Oh, I quite agree,’ said Professor Sprout warmly. ‘That enough for you?’
    ‘Plenty, plenty,’ said Slughorn, who, Harry saw, was carrying an armful of leafy plants. ‘This should allow for a few leaves for each of my third-years, and some to spare if anybody overstews them … well, good evening to you, and many thanks again!’
    Professor Sprout headed off into the gathering darkness in the direction of her greenhouses and Slughorn directed his