hly terror of werewolf attacks。〃
The bell rang and Lockhart got to his feet。
〃Homework … pose a poem about my defeat of the Wagga Wagga Werewolf！ Signed copies of Magical Me to the author of the best one！〃
The class began to leave。 Harry returned to the back of the room； where Ron and Hermione were waiting。
〃Ready？〃 Harry muttered。
〃Wait till everyone's gone；〃 said Hermione nervously。 〃All right 。 。 。 〃
She approached Lockhart's desk； a piece of paper clutched tightly in her hand； Harry and Ron right behind her。
〃Er … Professor Lockhart？〃 Hermione stammered。 〃I wanted to … to get this book out of the library。 Just for background reading。〃 She held out the piece of paper； her hand shaking slightly。 〃But the thing is； it's in the Restricted Section of the library； so I need a teacher to sign for it … I'm sure it would help me understand what you say in Gadding with Ghouls about slow…acting venoms
〃Ah； Gadding with Ghouls！〃 said Lockhart； taking the note from Hermione and smiling widely at her。 〃Possibly my very favorite book。 You enjoyed it？〃
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〃Oh； yes；〃 said Hermione eagerly。 〃So clever； the way you trapped that last one with the tea…strainer …〃
〃Well； I'm sure no one will mind me giving the best student of the year a little extra help；〃 said Lockhart warmly； and he pulled out an enormous peacock quill。 〃Yes； nice； isn't it？〃 he said； misreading the revolted look on Ron's face。 〃I usually save it for book…signings。〃
He scrawled an enormous loopy signature on the note and handed it back to Hermione。
〃So； Harry；〃 said Lockhart； while Hermione folded the note with fumbling fingers and slipped it into her bag。 〃Tomorrow's the first Quidditch match of the season； I believe？ Gryffindor against Slytherin； is it not？ I hear you're a useful player。 I was a Seeker； too。 I was asked to try for the National Squad； but preferred to dedicate my life to the eradication of the Dark Forces。 Still； if ever you feel the need for a little private training； don't hesitate to ask。 Always happy to pass on my expertise to less able players 。。。。。。
Harry made an indistinct noise in his throat and then hurried off after Ron and Hermione。
〃I don't believe it；〃 he said as the three of them examined the signature on the note。 〃He didn't even look at the book we wanted。〃
〃That's because he's a brainless git；〃 said Ron。 〃But who cares； we've got what we needed …〃
〃He is not a brainless git；〃 said Hermione shrilly as they half ran toward the library。
〃Just because he said you were the best student of the year …〃
They dropped their voices as they entered the muffled stillness of the library。 Madam Pince； the librarian； was a thin； irritable woman who looked like an underfed vulture。
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〃Moste Potente Potions？〃 she repeated suspiciously； trying to take the note from Hermione； but Hermione wouldn't let go。
〃I was wondering if I could keep it；〃 she said breathlessly。
〃Oh； e on；〃 said Ron； wrenching it from her grasp and thrusting it at Madam Pince。 〃We'll get you another autograph。 Lockhart'll sign anything if it stands still long enough。〃
Madam Pince held the note up to the light； as though determined to detect a forgery； but it passed the test。 She stalked away between the lofty shelves and returned several minutes later carrying a large and moldy…looking book。 Hermione put it carefully into her bag and they left； trying not to walk too quickly or look too guilty。
Five minutes later； they were barricaded in Moaning Myrtle's out…of… order bathroom once again。 Hermione had overridden Ron's objections by pointing out that it was the last place anyone in their right minds would go； so they were guaranteed some privacy。 Moaning Myrtle was crying noisily in her stall； but they were ignoring her； and she them。
Hermione opened Moste Potente Potions carefully； and the three of them bent over the damp…spotted pages。 It was clear from a glance why it belonged in the Restricted Section。 Some of the potions had effects almost too gruesome to think about； and there were some very unpleasant illustrations； which included a man who seemed to have been turned inside out and a witch sprouting several extra pairs of arms out of her head。
〃Here it is；〃 said Hermione excitedly as she found the page headed The Polyjuice Potion。 It was decorated with drawings of people halfway through transforming into other people。 Harry sin
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cerely hoped the artist had imagined the looks of intense pain on their faces。
〃This is the most plicated potion I've ever seen；〃 said Hermione as they scanned the recipe。 〃Lacewing flies； leeches； fluxweed； and knotgrass；〃 she murmured； running her finger down the list of ingredients。 〃Well； they're easy enough； they're in the student store… cupboard； we can help ourselves 。。。。 Oooh； look； powdered horn of a bicorn … don't know where we're going to get that … shredded skin of a boomslang …。 that'll be tricky； too and of course a bit of whoever we want to change into。〃
〃Excuse me？〃 said Ron sharply。 〃What d'you mean； a bit of whoever we're changing into？ I'm drinking nothing with Crabbe's toenails in it …〃
Hermione continued as though she hadn't heard him。
〃We don't have to worry about that yet； though； because we add those bits last 。。。。。。
Ron turned； speechless； to Harry； who had another worry。
〃D'you realize how much we're going to have to steal； Hermione？ Shredded skin of a boomslang； that's definitely not in the students' cupboard。 What're we going to do； break into Snape's private stores？ I don't know if this is a good idea 。。。。。。
Hermione shut the book with a snap。
〃Well； if you two are going to chicken out； fine；〃 she said。 There were bright pink patches on her cheeks and her eyes were brighter than usual。 〃I don't want to break rules； you know。 I think threatening Muggle…borns is far worse than brewing up a difficult potion。 But if you don't want to find out if it's Malfoy； I'll go straight to Madam Pince now and hand the book back in ='
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〃I never thought Id see the day when you'd be persuading us to break rules；〃 said Ron。 〃All right； we'll do it。 But not toenails； okay？〃
〃How long will it take to make； anyway？〃 said Harry as Hermione； looking happier； opened the book again。
〃Well； since the fluxweed has got to be picked at the full moon and the lacewings have got to be stewed for twenty…one days 。。。 I'd say it'd be ready in about a month； if we can get all the ingredients。〃
〃A month？〃 said Ron。 〃Malfoy could have attacked half the Muggle… borns in the school by then！〃 But Hermione's eyes narrowed dangerously again； and he added swiftly； 〃But it's the best plan we've got； so full steam ahead； I say。〃
However； while Hermione was checking that the coast was clear for them to leave the bathroom； Ron muttered to Harry； 〃It'll be a lot less hassle if you can just knock Malfoy off his broom tomorrow。
Harry woke early on Saturday morning and lay for a while thinking about the ing Quidditch match。 He was nervous； mainly at the thought of what Wood would say if Gryffindor lost； but also at the idea of facing a team mounted on the fas