the Half-Blood Prince

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Professor Slughorn walks into the classroom. "Books out, please!" he says.
"Harry, are you still using that old book?" I ask Harry, a little bit annoyed, when Harry takes out his potion book.
"Why not?" says Ron, not giving Harry the chance to reply. "The half-Blood Prince is a genius. Without him we probably won't survive this year, Hermione!"
"Well, maybe someone else won't survive because of that book," I mumble.
"Excuse me?" says Harry. "So you think the Prince is some kind of a murderer?"
"No Harry, I'm not. I'm just trying to say that you shouldn't believe everything he writes, just because you've got some good results because of him."
Ron grins. "Ooh, now I get it! You're just jealous, aren't you? Because Harry's finally better at something than you! Well, guess what. Deal with it."
"I'm not jealous!" I feel I'm blushing. "I'm just worried. Harry, you're almost obsessed with that stupid book, I -"
"It's not stupid!" says Harry loudly. It helped me in every situation and it's never wrong, it's -"
"You see! That's exactly what I meant! It's like you're obsessed with it!" I notice I'm talking louder and louder, I'm almost yelling, and I try to calm down a little bit. "Look, I don't trust this Half-Blood Prince. We don't even know who he is. So I want you to throw your book away, ask professor Slughorn for a new one and forget about this, okay?"
Before Harry or Ron could reply, Slughorn interrupts us. "Miss Granger, mister Weasley, mister Potter, may I have your attention please? Yes? Thank you."
We don't talk about it for the rest of the day.

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