'Quite right! You recognised it, I suppose, by its distinctive mother-of-pearl sheen?' 'It's the most powerful love potion in the world!' said Hermione. A great contentment stole over him he grinned across at Ron, who grinned lazily back. He found that he was breathing very slowly and deeply and that the potion's fumes seemed to be filling him up like a drink. They chose the one nearest a gold-coloured cauldron that was emitting one of the most seductive scents Harry had ever inhaled: somehow it reminded him simultaneously of treacle tart, the woody smell of a broomstick handle and something flowery he thought he might have smelled at The Burrow. Harry, Ron and Hermione sniffed interestedly as they passed large, bubbling cauldrons. "The dungeon was, most unusually, already full of vapours and odd smells. Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince, Chapter Eight, Snape Victorious, p. Harry dropped his gaze to his treacle tart, his insides burning again." advising us all to unite in the face of our enemies, you know.'ĭraco Malfoy was miming the shattering of a nose to raucous laughter and applause. 'Hat say anything interesting?' asked Harry, taking a piece of treacle tart. "'You missed the Sorting, anyway,' said Hermione, as Ron dived for a large chocolate gateau. Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix, Chapter Eleven, The Sorting Hat's New Song, p. "Harry was too used to their bickering to bother trying to reconcile them he felt it was a better use of his time to eat his way steadily through his steak and kidney pie, then a large plateful of his favourite treacle tart." Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire, Chapter Twelve, The Triwizard Tournament, p. 'Spotted dick, look! Chocolate gateau!'īut Hermione gave him a look so reminiscent of Professor McGonagall that he gave up." 'Treacle tart, Hermione!' said Ron, deliberately wafting its smell towards her. Another clap of thunder shook the windows, and the stormy ceiling flashed, illuminating the golden plates as the remains of the first course vanished and were replaced, instantly, with puddings. The rain was still drumming heavily against the high, dark windows. "'Slave labour,' said Hermione, breathing hard through her nose. Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone, Chapter Seven, The Sorting Hat, p. Blocks of ice cream in every flavour you could think of, apple pies, treacle tarts, chocolate eclairs and jam doughnuts, trifle, strawberries, jelly, rice pudding.Īs Harry helped himself to a treacle tart, the talk turned to their families." "When everyone had eaten as much as they could, the remains of the food faded from the plates leaving them sparkling clean as before. I wrote my first quote-backed, detailed arguments about the books (H/Hr forever) and I genuinely think those arguments taught me more than most of the English lessons at my school. The books will always be special to me - as, I think, they are to many of my generation, those of us who grew up with them, year by year, as we went through secondary school. So, to remedy such a terrible situation, I skim read the books again to find the quotes (thankfully I know them well enough that it only took an afternoon) and then got sucked in and shed yet more tears at the end.Īs I think I've mentioned before, Harry Potter was a big part of my teenage years. Though most treacle tart recipes on the internet mention that it's Harry Potter's favourite dessert, I couldn't find much detail or thought on the matter.
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