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- Ron, who did not appear to be listening to the toast, had already thrown the mead into his mouth and swallowed
- it.
- There was one second, hardly more than a heartbeat, in which Harry knew there was something terribly wrong and
- Slughorn, it seemed, did not.
- “— and may you have many more —”
- “Ron!”
- Ron had dropped his glass; he half-rose from his chair and then crumpled, his extremities jerking uncontrollably. Foam
- was dribbling from his mouth, and his eyes were bulging from their sockets.
- “Professor!” Harry bellowed. “Do something!”
- But Slughorn seemed paralyzed by shock. Ron twitched and choked: His skin was turning blue.
- “What — but —” spluttered Slughorn.
- Harry leapt over a low table and sprinted toward Slughorn’s open potion kit, pulling out jars and pouches, while the terrible sound of Ron’s gargling breath filled the room. Then he found it — the shriveled kidneylike stone Slughorn had taken from him in Potions.
- He hurtled back to Ron’s side, wrenched open his jaw, and thrust the bezoar into his mouth. Ron gave a great shudder,
- a rattling gasp, and his body became limp and still.
- Chapter 18-Birthday Surprises
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