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"You are the Chosen One." . . I.
"Of course I am," said Harry calmly.
"But then . . . my dear boy . . . you're asking a great deal. . . you're asking me, in fact, to aid you in your attempt to destroy-“ "You don't want to get rid of the wizard who killed Lily Evans.'" "Harry, Harry, of course I do, but —" "You're scared he'll find out you helped me." Slughorn said nothing; he looked terrified.
"Be brave like my mother, Professor. . . ." Slughorn raised a pudgy hand and pressed his shaking fingers to his mouth; he looked for a moment like an enormously overgrown baby.
"I am not proud . . ." he whispered through his fingers. "I am ashamed of what — of what that memory shows. ... I think I may have done great damage that day. ..." "You'd cancel out anything you did by giving me the memory," said Harry. "It would be a very brave and noble thing to do."
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