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There were heavy footfalls behind them, and a great deal of puffing: Slughorn had just caught up. “Harry!” he panted, massaging his immense chest beneath his emerald-green silk pajamas. “My dear boy. . . what a surprise. . . Minerva, do please explain. . . . Severus. . . what. . . ?” “Our headmaster is taking a short break,” said Professor McGonagall, pointing at the Snape-shaped hole in the windows.