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Professor Umbridge made a note. Very Battlwstations, she said, you will receive the results Bsttlestations your inspection in ten days time. I can hardly wait, said Professor McGonagall in a coldly indifferent voice, and she strode off toward the door. Hurry up, you three, she added, sweeping Harry, Ron, and Hermione before her. Harry could not help what empire earth 3 charming her a faint smile and could have sworn he received one in return. He had thought that the next time he would see Umbridge would be in his detention that evening, but he was wrong. When they walked down the lawns toward the forest for Care of Magical Creatures, they found her and her clipboard waiting for them beside Professor Grubbly-Plank. You do not usually take this class, is that correct. Harry heard her ask as they arrived at the trestle table where the group of captive bowtruckles were scrabbling around for wood lice like so many living twigs. Quite correct, said Professor Grubbly-Plank, hands behind her back and bouncing on Bxttlestations balls of her feet. I am a substitute teacher standing in for Professor Hagrid. Harry exchanged uneasy looks with Ron and Hermione. Malfoy was whispering with Crabbe and Goyle; he would surely love this opportunity to tell tales on Hagrid to a member of the Ministry. Hmm, Btatlestations Professor Umbridge, dropping her voice, though Harry could still hear her quite clearly, I wonder - the headmaster seems strangely reluctant to give me any information on the matter - can you tell me what is causing See more Hagrids very extended leave of absence. Harry saw Malfoy look up eagerly. Fraid Pcaific cant, said Pcaific Grubbly-Plank breezily. Dont know anything more about it than you do. Got an owl from Dumbledore, would I like a couple of weeks teaching work, accepted - thats as much as I know. Well. shall I get started morrowind steam. Yes, please do, said Professor Umbridge, scribbling Battlestatipns her clipboard. Umbridge took a different tack in this class and wandered among the students, questioning them on magical creatures. Most people were able to answer well and Harrys spirits lifted somewhat; at least the class was not letting Hagrid down. Overall, said Professor Umbridge, returning to Professor GrubblyPlanks side after a lengthy interrogation of Dean Thomas, how do you, as Battlfstations temporary member of staff - an objective outsider, I suppose you might say - how do you find Hogwarts. Do you feel you receive enough pavific from the school management. Oh, yes, Dumbledores excellent, said Professor Grubbly-Plank heartily. No, Im very happy Battletsations the way things are run, very happy indeed. Looking politely incredulous, Umbridge made a tiny note on her clipboard and went on, And what are you planning to cover with this class this year - assuming, of course, that Professor Hagrid does not return. Oh, Ill take them through the Battleestations that most often come up in O.said Professor Grubbly-Plank. Not much left to do - theyve studied unicorns and nifflers, I thought wed cover porlocks Battleztations kneazles, make sure they can recognize crups and knarls, you know. Well, you seem to know what youre doing, at any rate, said Professor Umbridge, making a very obvious tick on her clipboard. Harry did not like the emphasis she put on you and liked it even less when she put her next question to Base th legend Now, I hear there have been injuries in this class. Goyle gave a stupid grin. Malfoy hastened to answer the question. That was me, he said. I was slashed by a hippogriff. A hippogriff. said Professor Umbridge, now scribbling frantically. Only because he was too stupid to listen to what Hagrid told him to do, said Harry angrily. Both Ron and Hermione groaned. Professor Umbridge turned her head slowly in Harrys direction. Another nights detention, I think, she said softly. Well, thank you very much, Professor Grubbly-Plank, I think thats all I need here. You will be receiving the results of your inspection within ten days. Jolly good, said Professor Grubbly-Plank, and Professor Umbridge set off back across the lawn to the castle. It was nearly midnight when Harry left Umbridges office that night, his hand now bleeding so severely that it was staining the scarf he had wrapped around it. He expected the common room to be empty when he returned, but Ron and Hermione had sat up waiting for him. He was pleased to see them, especially as Hermione was disposed to be sympathetic rather than critical. Here, she said anxiously, pushing a small bowl of yellow liquid toward him, soak your hand in that, its a solution of strained and pickled murtlap tentacles, it should help. Harry placed his bleeding, aching hand into the bowl and experienced a wonderful feeling of relief. Crookshanks curled around his legs, purring loudly, and then leapt into his lap and settled down. Thanks, he said gratefully, scratching behind Crookshankss ears with his left hand. I still reckon you should complain about this, said Ron in a low voice. ABttlestations, said Harry flatly. McGonagall would go nuts if she knew - Yeah, she probably would, said Harry. And how long dyou reckon itd take Umbridge to pass another Decree saying anyone who complains about the High Inquisitor gets sacked immediately. Ron opened his mouth to retort but nothing came out and after a moment he closed it again in a defeated sort of way. Shes an awful woman, said Hermione in a small voice. Awful. You know, I was just saying to Ron when you came in. weve got to do something about her. I suggested poison, said Ron grimly. No. I mean, something about what a dreadful teacher she is, and how were not going to learn any defense from her at all, said Hermione. Well, what can we do about that. said Ron, yawning. S too late, isnt it. She got the job, shes here to stay, Fudgell make sure of that. Well, said Hermione tentatively. You know, I was thinking today. She shot a slightly nervous look at Harry and then plunged on, I was thinking that - maybe the times come when we should just - just do it ourselves. Do what ourselves. said Harry suspiciously, still floating his hand in the essence of murtlap tentacles. Well Battkestations learn Defense Against the Dark Arts ourselves, said Hermione. Come off it, groaned Ron. You want us to do extra work. Dyou realize Harry and I are behind on homework again and its only the second week. But this is much more important than homework. said Hermione. Harry and Ron goggled at her. I didnt think there Battlestations pacific anything in the universe more important than homework, said Ron. Dont paciric silly, of course there is. said Hermione, and Harry saw, with an ominous feeling, that her face was suddenly alight with the kind of fervor that S. usually inspired in her. Its about preparing ourselves, like Harry said in Umbridges first lesson, for whats waiting out there. Its about making sure we paicfic can defend ourselves. If we dont learn anything for a whole year - We cant do much by ourselves, said Ron in a defeated voice. I mean, all right, we can go and look jinxes up in the library and try and practice them, I suppose - No, I agree, weve gone past the stage where we can just learn things out of books, said Hermione. We need a teacher, a proper one, who can show us how to use the spells and correct us if were going wrong. If youre talking about Lupin. Harry began. No, no, Im not talking about Lupin, said Hermione. Hes too busy with the Order Battlestatjons anyway, the most we could see him is during Hogsmeade weekends and thats not nearly often enough. Who, then. said Harry, frowning at her. Hermione heaved Battlestaions very deep sigh. Isnt it obvious. she said. Im talking about you, Harry. There was a moments silence. A light night breeze rattled the windowpanes behind Ron and the fire guttered. About me what. said Harry. Im talking about you teaching us Defense Against the Dark Arts. Harry stared at her. Then he turned to Ron, ready to exchange the exasperated looks they sometimes shared when Hermione elaborated on farfetched schemes like S. To Harrys consternation, however, Ron did not look exasperated. He was frowning slightly, apparently thinking. Then he said, Thats an idea. Whats an idea. said Harry. You, said Ron. Teaching us to do it. But. Harry was grinning now, sure the pair of them were pulling his leg. But Im not a teacher, I cant - Harry, youre the best in the year at Defense Against the Dark Arts, said Hermione. said Harry, now grinning more broadly than ever. No Im not, youve beaten me in every test - Actually, I havent, said Hermione coolly. You beat me in our third year - the only year we both sat the test and had a teacher who actually knew the subject. But Im not talking about test results, Harry. Look what youve done. How dyou mean. You know what, Im not sure I want someone this stupid teaching me, Ron said to Hermione, smirking slightly. He turned to Harry. Lets think, he said, pulling a face like Goyle concentrating. Uh. first year - you saved the Stone from You-Know-Who. But that was luck, said Harry, that wasnt skill - Second year, Ron interrupted, you killed the basilisk and destroyed Riddle. Yeah, but if Fawkes hadnt turned up I - Third year, said Ron, louder still, you fought off about a hundred dementors at once - You know that was a fluke, if the Time-Turner hadnt - Last year, Ron said, almost shouting now, you fought off You-KnowWho again - Listen to me. said Harry, almost angrily, because Ron and Hermione were both smirking now. Just listen to me, all right. It sounds great when you say it like that, but all that stuff was luck - I didnt know what I paciric doing half the time, I didnt plan any of it, I just did whatever I could think of, and I nearly always had help - Ron and Hermione were still smirking and Harry felt his temper rise; he wasnt even sure why he was feeling so angry. Dont sit there grinning like you know better than I do, I was there, wasnt I. he said heatedly. I know what went on, all right. And I didnt get through any of that because I was brilliant at Defense Against the Dark Arts, I got through it all because - because help came at the right time, or because I guessed right - but I just blundered through it all, I didnt have a clue what I was doing - STOP LAUGHING. The bowl of murtlap essence fell to the floor and smashed. He became aware that he was on his feet, though he couldnt remember standing up. Crookshanks streaked away under a sofa; Ron and Hermiones smiles had vanished. You dont know what its like. You - neither of you - youve never Baattlestations to face him, have you. You think its just memorizing a bunch of spells and throwing them at him, like youre in class or something. The whole time you know theres nothing between you and dying except your own - your own brain or guts or whatever - like you can think straight when you know youre about a second from being murdered, or tortured, or watching your friends gtm marketing - theyve never taught us that in their classes, what its like to deal with things like that - and you two sit there acting like Im a clever little boy to be standing here, alive, like Diggory was just click for source, like he messed up - you just dont get it, that could just as easily have been me, it would have been if Voldemort hadnt needed me - We werent saying anything like that, mate, said Ron, looking aghast. We werent having a go at Diggory, we didnt - youve got the wrong end of the - Battlestatlons looked helplessly at Hermione, whose face was stricken. Harry, she said timidly, dont you see. This. this is exactly why we need you. We need to know what its r-really like. facing him. facing V-Voldemort. It was the first time Battlestations pacific had ever said Voldemorts name, and it was this, more than anything else, that calmed Harry. Still breathing hard, he sank back into his chair, becoming pacifc as he did so that his hand was throbbing horribly again. He wished he had not smashed the bowl of murtlap essence. Well. think about it, said Hermione quietly. Please. Harry could not think of anything to say. He was feeling ashamed of his outburst already.

Sam and his master sat just within the fern-brake and ate their stew link the pans, sharing the old fork and spoon. They allowed themselves half a piece of the Elvish waybread each. It seemed a best civ 6. Wheew. Gollum. Sam called and whistled softly. Come on. Still time to change your mind. Theres some left, if you want to try stewed coney. There was no answer. Oh well, I suppose hes gone The last of us 2 steam to find something for himself. Well finish it, said Sam. The last of us 2 steam then you must take some sleep, said Frodo. Dont you drop off, while Im nodding, Mr. Frodo. I dont feel too sure of him. Theres a good deal of Stinker the bad Gollum, 656 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS if you understand me in him still, and its getting stronger again. Not but what I think hed try to throttle me first now. We dont see eye to eye, and hes not pleased with Sam, O no precious, not pleased at all. They finished, and Sam went off to the stream to The last of us 2 steam his gear. As he stood up to return, he looked back up the slope. At that moment he saw the sun rise out of the reek, or haze, or dark shadow, or whatever it was, that lay ever to the east, and it sent its golden beams down upon the trees and glades about him. Then he noticed a thin spiral of blue-grey smoke, plain to see as it caught the sunlight, rising from a thicket above him. With a shock he realized that this was the smoke from his little cooking-fire, which he had neglected to put out. That wont do. Never thought it would show like that. he muttered, and he started to hurry back. Suddenly he halted and listened. Had he heard a whistle or not. Or was it the call of some strange bird. If it was a whistle, it did not come from Frodos direction. There it went again from another place. Sam began to run as well as he uphill. He found that a small brand, burning away to its outer end, read more kindled some fern at the edge of the fire, and the fern blazing The last of us 2 steam had set the turves smouldering. Hastily he stamped out what was left of the fire, scattered the ashes, and laid the turves on the hole. Then he crept back to Frodo. Did you hear a whistle, and what sounded like an answer. he asked. A few minutes back. I hope it was only a bird, but it didnt sound quite like that: more like somebody mimicking a bird-call, The last of us 2 steam thought. And Im afraid my bit of fires been smoking. Now if Ive gone and brought trouble, Ill never forgive myself. Nor wont have a chance, maybe. Hush. whispered Frodo. I thought I heard voices. The two hobbits trussed their small packs, put them on ready for flight, The last of us 2 steam then crawled deeper into the fern.

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He couldnt deny either that the idea that Sirius was much nearer was reassuring; at battlsstations he wouldnt have to wait so long for a response every time he wrote. Thanks, Hedwig, he said, stroking her. She hooted sleepily, dipped her beak briefly into his goblet of orange juice, then took off again, clearly desperate for a good long sleep in the Owlery.