After an hour or so, Hagrid
and Slughorn began making extravagant toasts: to Hogwarts, to Dumbledore, to
elf-made wine, and to —
“Harry Potter!” bellowed
Hagrid, slopping some of his fourteenth bucket of wine down his chin as he
drained it.
“Yes, indeed,” cried Slughorn
a little thickly, “Parry Otter, the Chosen Boy Who — well — something of that
sort,” he mumbled, and drained his mug too.
(from Harry Potter
and the Half-Blood Prince by J.K. Rowling)
9*/10. The
complete review is here.
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