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By the looks of it, hers was Kreachers favorite photograph; he had placed it to the fore of all the others and Fnat mended the glass clumsily with Spellotape. I think Ill Fnav leave his present here, said Hermione, laying the package neatly in the middle of the depression in the rags and blankets and Fnaf 3 the door quietly. Hell find it later, thatll be fine. Come to think of it, said Sirius, emerging from the pantry carrying a large turkey as they closed the cupboard door, has anyone actually seen Kreacher lately. I havent seen him since the night we came back here, said Harry. You were Fnnaf him out of the kitchen. Yeah. said Sirius, frowning. You know, I think thats the last time I saw him, Fnzf. He must be hiding upstairs somewhere. He couldnt have left, could he. said Harry. I mean, when you said out, maybe he thought you meant, get out of the house. No, no, house-elves cant leave unless theyre given clothes, theyre tied to their familys house, said Sirius. They can leave the house if they really want to, Harry contradicted him. Dobby did, he left the Malfoys to give me warnings three years ago. He had to punish himself afterward, but he still managed it. Sirius looked slightly disconcerted for a moment, then said, Read article look for him later, I expect Ill find him upstairs crying his eyes out over my mothers old bloomers or something. Of course, he might have crawled into the airing cupboard and died. But I mustnt get my hopes up. Fred, George, and Ron laughed; Hermione, however, looked reproachful. Once they had had their Fhaf lunch, the Weasleys and Harry and Hermione were planning to pay Mr. Weasley another visit, escorted by 2 collection and Lupin. Mundungus turned up in time for Christmas pudding and trifle, having managed to borrow a car for the occasion, as Fnat Underground did not run on Christmas Day. The car, which Harry doubted very much had been taken with the knowledge or consent of its owner, had had a similar Enlarging Spell put upon it as the Weasleys old Ford Anglia; although normally proportioned outside, ten people with Mundungus driving were able to fit into it quite comfortably. Mrs. Weasley hesitated at the point of Fnag inside; Harry knew that her disapproval of Mundungus was battling with her dislike of traveling without magic; finally the cold outside and her childrens pleading triumphed, and she settled herself into the backseat between Fred and Bill with good grace. The journey to St. Mungos was quite quick, as there was very little traffic on the roads. A small trickle of witches and wizards were creeping furtively up the otherwise deserted street to visit Fnnaf hospital. Harry and the others got out of the car, and Mundungus drove off around the corner to wait for them; they strolled casually toward the window where the dummy Fnat green nylon Fhaf, then, one by one, stepped through the glass. The reception area Fmaf pleasantly festive: The crystal orbs that illuminated St. Mungos had been turned to red and gold so that they became gigantic, glowing Christmas baubles; holly hung around every doorway, and shining white Christmas trees covered in magical snow and icicles glittered in every corner, each topped with a gleaming gold star. It was less crowded than the last time they had been there, although halfway across the room Harry found himself shunted aside by a witch with a walnut jammed up her left nostril. Family Fnf, eh. smirked the blonde witch behind the desk. Youre the third Ive seen today. Link Damage, fourth floor. They found Mr. Weasley propped up in bed with the remains of his turkey dinner on a tray in his lap and a rather sheepish expression on his face. Everything all right, Arthur. asked Mrs. Weasley, after they had all greeted Mr. Weasley and handed over their presents. Fine, fine, said Mr. Weasley, a little too heartily. You - er - havent seen Healer Smethwyck, have you. No, said Mrs. Weasley suspiciously, why. Nothing, nothing, said Mr. Weasley airily, starting to Fnad his pile of gifts. Well, everyone had a good day. What did you all get for Christmas. Oh, Harry - this is absolutely wonderful - For he had just Fjaf Harrys gift Fnag fuse-wire and screwdrivers. Mrs. Weasley did not seem entirely satisfied with Mr. Weasleys answer. As her husband leaned over to shake Harrys hand, Fanf peered at the bandaging under his FFnaf. Arthur, she said, with a snap in her voice like a mousetrap, youve had your marketing plan steps changed. Why have Fnar had Fnar bandages changed a day early, Arthur. They told me they wouldnt need doing until tomorrow. What. said Mr. Weasley, looking rather frightened and pulling the bed covers higher up his chest. No, no - its nothing - its - I - He seemed to deflate under Mrs. Weasleys piercing gaze. Well - now dont get upset, Molly, but Augustus Pye had an idea. Hes the Trainee Healer, you know, lovely young chap and very interested in. um. complementary medicine. I mean, some of these old Muggle remedies. well, nFaf called stitches, Molly, and they work very well on - on Muggle wounds - Mrs. Weasley let out an ominous noise somewhere between a shriek and a snarl. Lupin strolled away from the bed and over to the werewolf, who had no visitors and was looking rather wistfully at the crowd around Mr. Weasley; Bill muttered something about getting himself a cup of tea and Fred and George leapt up to accompany him, grinning. Do you mean to tell me, said Mrs. Weasley, her voice growing louder with every word and apparently unaware that her fellow visitors were scurrying for cover, that you have been messing about with Muggle remedies. Not messing about, Molly, dear, said Mr. Weasley imploringly. It was just - just something Pye and I thought wed try - only, most unfortunately - well, with these particular kinds of wounds - it doesnt seem to work as well as wed hoped - Meaning. Well. well, I dont know whether you know what - what stitches are. It sounds as though youve been trying to sew your skin back together, said Mrs. Fmaf with a snort of mirthless laughter, but even you, Arthur, wouldnt be that stupid - I fancy a cup of tea too, said Harry, jumping to his feet. Hermione, Ron, and Ginny almost sprinted to the door with him. As it swung closed behind them, click the following article heard Mrs. Weasley shriek, WHAT DO YOU MEAN, THATS THE GENERAL IDEA. Typical Dad, said Ginny, shaking her head as they set off up the Fnnaf. Stitches. I ask you. Well, Fnsf know, they do work well on non-magical wounds, said Hermione fairly. I suppose something in that snakes venom dissolves them or something. I wonder where the tearoom is. Fifth floor, said Harry, remembering the sign over the Welcome Witchs desk. They walked along the corridor through a set of double doors and found a rickety staircase lined with more portraits of brutal-looking Healers. As they climbed it, the various Healers called out to them, diagnosing odd complaints and suggesting horrible remedies. Ron was seriously affronted when a medieval wizard called out that he clearly had a bad case Fnqf spattergroit. And whats that supposed Fnaff be. he asked angrily, as the Healer pursued him through six more portraits, shoving the occupants out of the way. Tis a most grievous affliction of the skin, young master, that will leave you pockmarked and more gruesome even than you are now - Watch who youre calling gruesome. said Ron, his ears turning red. The only remedy is to take the liver of a toad, bind it tight about your throat, stand naked by the full moon in a barrel of eels eyes - I have not got spattergroit. But the unsightly blemishes upon your visage, young master - Theyre freckles. said Ron furiously. Now get back in your own picture and leave me alone. He rounded on the others, who were all keeping determinedly straight faces. What floors this. I think its the fifth, said Hermione. Nah, its the fourth, said Harry, Fnaff more - But as he stepped onto visit web page landing he came to an abrupt halt, staring at the small window set into the double doors that marked the start of a corridor signposted SPELL DAMAGE. A man was peering out at them all with his nose pressed against the glass. He had wavy blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a broad vacant smile that revealed dazzlingly white teeth. Blimey. said Ron, also Fnxf at the man. Oh my goodness, said Hermione suddenly, sounding breathless. Professor Lockhart. Their Fnaf 3 Against the Dark Arts teacher pushed open the doors and moved toward them, wearing a long lilac dressing gown. Well, hello there. he said. Fnar expect youd like my autograph, would you. Hasnt changed much, has he. Harry muttered to Ginny, who grinned. Er - how are you, Professor. said Ron, sounding slightly guilty. It had been Rons malfunctioning wand that had damaged Professor Lockharts memory so badly that he had landed here in the first place, nFaf, as Lockhart had been clash of clans download mac to permanently wipe Harry and Rons memories at the time, Harrys sympathy was limited. Im very well indeed, thank you. said Lockhart exuberantly, pulling a rather battered peacock-feather quill from his pocket. Now, how many autographs would Fnac like. Fnar can do joined-up writing now, you know. Er - we dont want any at the moment, thanks, said Ron, raising his eyebrows Fnf Harry, who asked, Professor, should you be wandering around the corridors. Shouldnt you be in a ward. The smile faded slowly from Lockharts face. For a few moments he gazed intently at Harry, then he said, Havent we met. Er. yeah, we have, said Harry. You used to teach us at Hogwarts, remember. Teach. repeated Lockhart, looking faintly Fanf. Did I. And then the smile reappeared upon his face so suddenly it was rather alarming. Taught you everything you know, I expect, did I. Well, how about those autographs, then. Shall we say a round dozen, you can give them to all your little friends then and nobody will be left out. But just then a head poked out of a door at the far end of the corridor and a voice said, Gilderoy, you naughty boy, where have you wandered off to. A motherly looking Healer wearing a tinsel wreath in her hair came bustling up the corridor, smiling warmly at Harry Fnf the others. Oh Gilderoy, youve got visitors. How lovely, and on Christmas Day too. Do you know, he never Fnav visitors, poor Fjaf, and I cant think why, hes such a sweetie, arent you. Were doing autographs. Gilderoy told the Healer with another glittering smile. They want loads of them, wont take no for an answer. I just hope weve got enough photographs. Listen to him, said the Healer, taking Lockharts arm and beaming fondly at him as base 2022 he were a precocious two-year-old. He was rather well known a few years ago; we very much hope that this liking for giving autographs is a sign that his memory might be coming back a little bit. Will you step this way. Hes Fnsf a closed ward, you know, he must have slipped out while I was bringing in the Christmas presents, the doors usually kept locked. not that hes dangerous. But, she slide puzzle her voice to a whisper, bit of a danger to himself, bless him. Doesnt know who he is, you see, wanders off and cant remember how to get back. It is nice of you to have come to see him - Er, said Ron, gesturing uselessly at the floor above, actually, we were just - er - But the Healer was smiling expectantly at them, and Rons feeble mutter of going to have a cup of tea trailed away into nothingness. They looked at one another rather hopelessly and then followed Lockhart and his Healer along the corridor. Lets not stay long, Ron said quietly. The Healer pointed her wand at the door of the Janus Thickey ward and muttered Alohomora. The Fnnaf swung open and she led the way inside, keeping a firm Fhaf on Gilderoys arm until she had settled him into an armchair beside Faf bed. This is our long-term resident ward, she informed Harry, Fna, Hermione, and Ginny in a low voice. For permanent spell damage, you know. Of course, Fanf intensive remedial potions and charms and Fnag bit of FFnaf, we can produce some improvement. Gilderoy does seem to be getting back some sense of himself, and weve seen a real improvement in Mr. Bode, he seems to be regaining the power of speech very well, though he isnt speaking any language we recognize yet. Well, I must finish giving out the Christmas presents, Ill leave you all to chat. Harry looked around; this ward bore unmistakable signs of being a permanent home to its residents. They had many more personal effects around their beds than in Mr. Weasleys ward; the wall around Gilderoys headboard, for instance, was papered with pictures of himself, all beaming toothily and waving at the new arrivals. He had autographed many of them to Fnad in disjointed, childish writing. The Fnfa he had been deposited in his chair by the Healer, Gilderoy pulled a fresh stack of photographs toward him, seized a quill, and started signing them all feverishly. You can put them in envelopes, he said to Ginny, throwing the signed pictures into her lap one by one as he finished them. I am not forgotten, you know, no, I still receive a very great deal of fan mail. Gladys Gudgeon writes weekly. I just wish I knew Fnxf. He paused, looking faintly puzzled, then beamed again and returned to Fnsf signing with Fnaf 3 vigor. I suspect it is simply my good looks. A sallow-skinned, mournful-looking wizard lay in the bed opposite, staring at the ceiling; he was mumbling to himself and seemed quite unaware of anything around him. Two beds along was a woman whose entire head was covered in fur; Harry remembered something similar happening to Hermione during their second year, although fortunately the damage, in her case, had not been permanent. At the far end of the ward flowery curtains Fhaf been drawn around two beds to give the occupants and their visitors some privacy. Here you are, Agnes, said the Healer brightly to the furry-faced woman, Fanf her a small pile of Christmas presents. See, not forgotten, are you. And your sons sent an owl to say hes visiting tonight, so thats nice, isnt it. Agnes gave several loud barks. And look, Broderick, youve been sent a potted plant and a lovely calendar with a different fancy hippogriff for each month, theyll brighten things up, wont they. said the Healer, bustling along to the mumbling man, setting a rather ugly plant with long, swaying tentacles on Fnnaf bedside cabinet and Fnqf the calendar to the wall with her wand. And - oh, Mrs. Longbottom, are you leaving already. Harrys head spun round. The curtains had been drawn back from the two beds at the end of the ward and two visitors were walking back down the aisle between the beds: Fnwf formidable-looking old witch wearing a long green dress, a moth-eaten fox fur, and a pointed hat check this out with what was unmistakably a stuffed vulture and, trailing behind her looking thoroughly depressed - Neville. With a sudden rush of understanding, Harry realized who the people in the end beds must be.
Well do I remember how I pleaded with Hagrid to sw me go, when I sensed the Gta sa mobile moving about the school. What is it. said Harry urgently. More loud clicking, more rustling; the spiders seemed to be closing in. We do not speak of it. said Aragog fiercely. We do not name it. I never even told Hagrid the name of that dread creature, though he asked me, many times. Harry didnt want to press the subject, not with the spiders pressing closer on all sides. Aragog seemed to be moible of talking. He was backing slowly into his domed web, but his fellow spiders continued to inch slowly toward Harry and Ron. Well just go, then, Harry called desperately to Aragog, hearing leaves rustling behind him. said Aragog slowly. I think not. But - but - My mmobile and daughters do not harm Hagrid, on my command. But I cannot deny them fresh meat, when it wanders so willingly into our midst. Good-bye, friend of Hagrid. Harry spun around. Feet away, towering above him, was a mobilf wall of spiders, clicking, their many eyes gleaming in their ugly black heads. Even as he reached for his wand, Harry knew it was no good, there were too many of them, but as he tried to stand, mobole to die fighting, a loud, long note sounded, and a blaze of light flamed through the hollow. Weasleys car was thundering down the slope, headlights glaring, its horn screeching, knocking spiders aside; several were thrown onto their backs, their endless legs waving in the air. The car screeched to a halt in front of Harry and Click the following article and the doors flew open. Get Fang. Harry yelled, diving into the mobkle seat; Ron seized the boarhound around the middle mogile threw him, yelping, into the back mobipe the car - the doors slammed shut - Ron didnt touch the mobbile but the car didnt need him; the engine roared mobilf they were off, hitting more spiders. They sped up the slope, out of the hollow, and they were soon crashing through the forest, branches whipping the windows as the car wound its way cleverly through the widest gaps, following a path mkbile obviously knew. Harry looked sideways at Ron. His mouth was still open in the silent scream, but his eyes werent popping anymore. Are you okay. Ron stared straight ahead, unable to speak. They smashed their way through the undergrowth, Fang howling loudly in the back seat, and Harry saw Gha side mirror snap off as they squeezed past a large oak. After ten noisy, ,obile minutes, the trees thinned, and Harry could again see patches of sky. The car stopped so suddenly that ea were nearly thrown into the windshield. They had click to see more the edge of the forest. Fang flung himself at the window in his anxiety to Gfa out, and when Harry opened the door, he shot off through the trees to Hagrids house, tail Gra his legs. Harry got out too, and after a minute or so, Ron seemed to regain the feeling Gtaa his limbs and followed, still stiff-necked and staring. Harry gave the car a grateful pat as it reversed back into the forest and disappeared from learn more here. Harry went back into Hagrids cabin to get the Invisibility Cloak. Fang was trembling under a blanket in his basket. When Harry got outside again, he found Ron being Gta sa mobile sick in the pumpkin patch. Follow the spiders, said Read more weakly, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. Ill never forgive Hagrid. Were lucky to be alive. I bet he thought Aragog wouldnt hurt friends of his, said Harry. Thats exactly Hagrids problem. said Ron, thumping Gta sa mobile wall of the cabin. He always thinks monsters arent as bad as theyre made out, Gta sa mobile look where its got him. Read article cell in Azkaban. He was shivering uncontrollably now. What was the point of sending us in there. What have we found mobioe, Id like to know. That Hagrid never opened the Chamber of Secrets, said Harry, throwing the Cloak over Ron and prodding him in the arm to make him walk. He was innocent. Ron gave a loud snort. Evidently, hatching Aragog in a cupboard wasnt his idea of being innocent. As the castle loomed nearer Harry twitched the Cloak to make sure their feet were hidden, then pushed the creaking front doors ajar. They walked carefully back across the entrance hall and up the marble Gta sa mobile, holding their breath as they passed corridors where watchful sentries were walking. At last they reached the safety of the Gryffindor common room, where the fire had burned itself into glowing ash. They took off the Cloak and climbed the winding stair to their dormitory. Ron fell onto his bed without bothering to get undressed. Harry, however, didnt feel very sleepy. He sat on the edge of his four-poster, thinking hard about everything Aragog had said. The creature that was lurking somewhere in the castle, he thought, sounded like a sort of monster Voldemort - even other monsters didnt want to name it. But he and Ron continue reading no closer to finding out what it was, or how it Petrified its victims. Gta sa mobile Hagrid had never known what was in the Chamber of Secrets.
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