The whole school seemed to know what had happened, and the buzz of whispers could be heard in all corridors. Hermione had just left the Gryffindor common room and was walking aimlessly, trying to tune out the whispered conversations around her. She was furious. She’d told Harry so many times to hand the textbook back to Slughorn, because no good could come off it, and, as usual, he didn’t listen. Stupid stubborn boys and their stupid stubborn egos, she thought to herself. Cheating in Potions was one thing, but now people were getting hurt because of the book, and she was glad that she was able to finally talk some sense into Harry and make him get rid of it.