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After two hours, many complaints, and several tantrums, one involving a crashed Comet Two Sixty and several broken teeth, Harry had found himself three Chasers: Katie Bell, returned to the team after an excellent trial; a new find called Demelza Robins, who was particularly good at dodging Bludgers; and Ginny Weasley, who had outflown all the competition and scored seventeen goals to boot. Pleased though he was with his choices, Harry had also shouted himself hoarse at the many complainers and was now enduring a similar battle with the rejected Beaters. Thats my final decision and if you dont get out of the way for the Keepers Ill hex you, he bellowed. Neither of his chosen Beaters had the old brilliance of Fred and George, but he was still reasonably pleased with them: Jimmy Peakes, a short but broadchested third-year boy who had managed to raise a lump the size of an egg on the back of Harrys head with a ferociously hit Bludger, and Ritchie Coote, who looked weedy but aimed well. They now joined the spectators in the stands to watch the selection of their last team member. Harry had deliberately left the trial of the Keepers until last, hoping for an emptier stadium and less pressure on all concerned. Unfortunately, however, all the rejected players and a number of people who had come down to watch after a lengthy breakfast had joined the crowd by now, so that it was larger than ever. As each Keeper flew up to the goal hoops, the crowd roared and jeered in equal measure. Harry glanced over at Ron, who had always had a problem with nerves; Harry had hoped that winning their final match last term might have cured it, but apparently not: Ron was a delicate shade of green. None of the first five applicants saved more than two goals apiece. To Harrys great disappointment, Cormac McLaggen saved four penalties out of five. On the last one, however, he shot off in completely the wrong direction; the crowd laughed and booed and McLaggen returned to the ground grinding his teeth. Ron looked ready to pass out as he mounted his Cleansweep Eleven. Good luck. cried a voice from the stands. Harry looked around, expecting to see Hermione, https://warstrategygames.cloud/strategy/beamng-drive-pc.php it was Lavender Brown. He would have quite liked to have hidden his face in his hands, as she did a moment later, but thought that as the Captain he ought to show slightly more grit, and so turned to watch Ron do his trial. Yet he need not have worried: Ron saved one, two, three, four, five penalties in a row. Delighted, and resisting joining in the cheers of the crowd with difficulty, Harry turned to McLaggen to tell him that, most unfortunately, Ron had beaten him, only to find McLaggens red face inches from his own. He stepped back hastily. His sister didnt really try, said McLaggen menacingly. There was a vein pulsing in his temple like the one Harry had often admired in Uncle Vernons. She gave him an easy save. Rubbish, said Harry coldly. That was the one he nearly missed. McLaggen took a step nearer Harry, who stood his ground this time. Give me another go. No, said Harry. Youve had your go. You saved four. Ron saved five. Rons Keeper, he won it fair and square. Get out of my way. He thought for a moment that McLaggen might punch him, but he contented himself with an ugly grimace and stormed away, growling what sounded like threats to thin air. Harry turned around to find his new team beaming at him. Well done, he croaked. You flew really well - You did brilliantly, Ron. This time it really was Hermione running toward them from the stands; Harry saw Lavender walking off the pitch, arm in arm with Parvati, a rather grumpy expression on her face. Ron looked extremely pleased with himself and even taller than usual as he grinned at the team and at Hermione. After fixing the time of their first full practice for the following Thursday, Harry, Ron, and Hermione bade good-bye to the rest of the team and headed off toward Hagrids. A watery sun was trying to break through the clouds now and it had stopped drizzling at last. Harry felt extremely hungry; he hoped there would be something to eat at Hagrids. I thought I was going to miss that fourth penalty, Ron was saying happily. Tricky shot from Demelza, did you see, had a bit of spin on it - Yes, yes, you were magnificent, said Hermione, looking amused. I was better than that McLaggen anyway, said Ron in a highly satisfied voice. Did you see him lumbering off in the wrong direction on his fifth. Looked like hed been Confunded. To Harrys surprise, Hermione turned a very deep shade of pink at these words. Ron noticed nothing; he was too busy describing each of his other penalties in loving detail. The great read more hippogriff, Buckbeak, was tethered in front of Hagrids cabin. He clicked his razor-sharp beak at their approach and turned his huge head toward them. Oh dear, said Hermione nervously. Hes still a bit scary, isnt he. Come off it, youve ridden him, havent you. said Ron. Harry stepped forward and bowed low to the hippogriff without breaking eye contact or blinking. After a few seconds, Buckbeak sank into a bow too. How are you. Harry asked him in a low voice, moving forward to stroke the feathery head. Missing him. But youre okay here with Hagrid, arent you. said a loud voice. Hagrid had come striding around the corner of his cabin wearing a large flowery apron and carrying a sack of potatoes. His enormous boarhound, Fang, was at his heels; Fang gave a booming bark and bounded forward. Git away from him. Hell have yer fingers - oh. Its yeh lot. Fang was jumping up at Hermione and Ron, attempting to lick their ears. Hagrid stood and looked at them all for a split second, then turned and strode into his cabin, slamming the door behind him. Oh dear. said Hermione, looking stricken. Dont worry about it, said Harry grimly. He walked over to the door and knocked loudly. Hagrid. Open up, we want to talk to you. There was no sound from within. If you dont open the door, well Hardest th13 base it open. Harry said, pulling out his wand. Harry. said Hermione, sounding shocked. You cant possibly - Yeah, I can. said Harry. Stand back - But before he could say anything else, the door flew open again as Harry had known it would, and there stood Hagrid, glowering down at him and looking, despite the flowery apron, positively alarming. Im a teacher. he roared at Harry. A teacher, Potter. How dare yeh threaten ter break down my door. Im sorry, sir, said Harry, emphasizing the last word as he stowed his wand inside his robes. Hagrid looked stunned. Since when have yeh called me sir. Since when have you called me Potter. Oh, very clever, growled Hagrid. Very amusin. Thats me outsmarted, innit. All righ, come in then, yeh ungrateful little. Mumbling darkly, he stood back to let them pass. Hermione scurried in after Harry, looking rather frightened. Well. said Hagrid grumpily, as Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down around his enormous wooden table, Fang laying his head immediately upon Harrys knee and drooling all over his robes. Whats this. Feelin sorry for me. Reckon Im lonely or summat. No, said Harry at once. We wanted to see you. Weve missed you. said Hermione tremulously. Missed me, have yeh. snorted Hagrid. Yeah. Righ. He stomped around, brewing up tea in his enormous copper kettle, muttering all the while. Finally he slammed down three bucket-sized mugs of mahogany-brown tea in front of them and a plate of his rock cakes. Harry was hungry enough even for Hagrids cooking, and took one at once. Hagrid, said Hermione timidly, when he joined them at the table and started peeling his potatoes with a brutality that suggested that each tuber had done him a great personal wrong, we really wanted to carry on with Care of Magical Creatures, you know. Hagrid gave another great snort. Harry rather thought some bogeys landed on the potatoes, and was inwardly thankful that they were not staying for dinner. We did. said Hermione. But none of us could fit it into our schedules. Yeah. Righ, said Hagrid again. Remarkable, layout coc th 9 that was a funny squelching sound and they all looked Hardest th13 base Hermione let out a tiny shriek, and Ron leapt out of his seat and hurried around the table away from the large barrel standing in the corner that they had only just noticed. It was full of what looked like foot-long maggots, slimy, white, and writhing. What are they, Hagrid. asked Harry, trying to sound interested rather than revolted, but putting down his rock cake all the same. Jus giant grubs, said Hagrid. And they grow into. said Ron, looking apprehensive. They won grow inter nuthin, said Hagrid. I got em ter feed ter Aragog. And without warning, he burst into tears. Hagrid. cried Hermione, leaping up, hurrying around the table the long way to avoid the barrel of maggots, and putting an arm around his shaking shoulders. What is it. Its. him. gulped Hagrid, his beetle-black eyes streaming as he mopped his face with his apron. Its. Aragog. I think hes dyin. He got ill over the summer an hes not gettin better. I don know what Ill do if he. if he. Weve Hardest th13 base tergether so long. Hermione click Hagrids shoulder, looking at a complete loss for anything to say. Harry knew how she felt. He had known Hagrid to present a vicious baby dragon with a teddy bear, seen him croon over giant scorpions with suckers and stingers, attempt to reason with his brutal giant of a half-brother, but this was perhaps the most incomprehensible of all his monster fancies: the gigantic talking spider, Aragog, who dwelled deep in the Forbidden Forest and which he and Ron had only narrowly escaped four years previously. Is there - is there anything we can do. Hermione asked, ignoring Rons frantic grimaces and head-shakings. I don think there is, Hermione, choked Hagrid, attempting to stem the flood of his tears. See, the rest o the tribe. Aragogs family. theyre gettin a bit funny now hes ill. bit restive. Yeah, I think we saw a bit of that side of them, said Ron in an undertone. I don reckon itd be safe fer anyone but me ter go near the colony at the mo, Hagrid finished, blowing his nose hard on his apron and looking up. But thanks fer offerin, Hermione. It means a lot. 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Im sorry Ive bin - yeh know - Ive jus bin worried abou Aragog. an I did wonder whether, if Professor Grubbly-Plank had bin teachin yeh - At which all three of them stated categorically and untruthfully that Professor Grubbly-Plank, who had substituted for Hagrid a few times, was a dreadful teacher, with the result that by the time Hagrid waved them off the premises at dusk, he looked quite cheerful. Im starving, said Harry, once the door had closed behind them and they were hurrying through the dark and deserted grounds; he had abandoned the rock cake after an ominous cracking noise from one of his back teeth. And Ive got that detention with Snape tonight, I havent got much time for dinner. As they came into the castle they spotted Cormac McLaggen entering the Great Hall. It took him two attempts to get through the doors; he ricocheted off the frame on the first attempt. Ron merely guffawed gloatingly and strode off into the Hall after him, but Harry caught Hermiones arm and held her back. What. said Hermione defensively. If you ask me, said Harry quietly, McLaggen looks like he was Confunded this morning. And he was standing right in front of where you were sitting. Hermione blushed. Oh, all right then, I did it, she whispered. But you should have heard the way he was talking about Ron and Ginny. Anyway, hes got a nasty temper, you saw how he reacted when he didnt get in - you wouldnt have wanted someone like that on the team. No, said Harry. No, I suppose thats true. But wasnt that dishonest, Hermione. I mean, youre a prefect, arent you. Oh, be quiet, she snapped, as he smirked. What are you two doing. demanded Ron, reappearing in the doorway to https://warstrategygames.cloud/coc/coc-base-layout-th7.php Great Hall and looking suspicious. Nothing, said Harry and Hermione together, and they hurried after Ron. 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