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Percy was visible over the heads of some excited first years, and he seemed to be trying to get near enough to start telling them off. Harry nudged Ron in the ribs and nodded in Percys direction. Ron got the point at once. Got to get upstairs - bit tired, he said, and the two of them started pushing their way toward the door on the other side of the room, which led to a spiral staircase and the dormitories. Night, Harry called back to Hermione, who was wearing a scowl just like Percys. They managed to get to the other side of the common room, still having their backs slapped, and gained the peace of the staircase. They hurried up it, right to the top, and at last reached the door of their old dormitory, which now had a sign on it saying SECOND YEARS. They entered the familiar, circular room, with its five four-posters hung with red velvet and its high, narrow windows. Their trunks had been brought up for them and stood at the ends of their beds. Ron grinned guiltily at Harry. I know I shouldntve enjoyed that or anything, but - The dormitory door flew open and in came the other second year Gryffindor boys, Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longbottom. Unbelievable. beamed Seamus. Read article, said Dean. Amazing, said Neville, awestruck. Harry couldnt help it. He grinned, too. T CHAPTER SIX GILDEROY LOCKHART he next day, however, Harry barely grinned once. Things started to go downhill from breakfast in the Great Hall. The four long House tables were laden with tureens of porridge, plates of kippers, mountains of toast, and dishes of eggs and bacon, beneath the enchanted ceiling (today, a dull, cloudy gray). Harry and Ron sat down at the Gryffindor table next to Hermione, who continue reading her copy of Voyages with Vampires seems asus rog gaming opinion open against a milk jug. There was a slight stiffness in the way she said Morning, which told Harry that she was still disapproving of the way they had arrived. Neville Longbottom, on the other hand, greeted them cheerfully. Neville was a roundfaced and accident-prone boy with the worst memory of anyone Harry had ever met. Mails due any minute - I think Grans sending a few things I forgot. Harry had only just started his porridge when, sure enough, there was a rushing sound overhead and a hundred or so owls streamed in, circling the hall and dropping letters and packages into the chattering crowd. A big, lumpy package bounced off Nevilles head and, a second later, something large and gray fell into Hermiones jug, spraying them all with milk and feathers. Errol. said Ron, pulling the bedraggled owl out by the feet. Errol slumped, unconscious, onto the table, his legs in the air and a damp red envelope in his beak. Oh, no - Ron gasped. Its all right, hes still alive, said Hermione, prodding Errol gently with the tip of her finger. Its not that - its that. Ron was pointing at the red envelope. It looked quite ordinary to Harry, but Ron and Neville were both looking at it as though they expected it to explode. Whats the matter. said Harry. Shes - shes sent me a Howler, said Ron faintly. Youd better open it, Ron, said Neville in a timid whisper. Itll be worse if you dont. My gran sent me one once, and I ignored it and - he gulped - it was horrible. Harry looked from their petrified faces to the red envelope. Whats a Howler. he said. But Rons whole attention was fixed on the letter, which had begun to smoke at the corners. Open it, Neville urged. Itll all be over in a few minutes - Ron stretched out a shaking hand, eased the envelope from Errols beak, and slit it open. Neville stuffed https://warstrategygames.cloud/steam/bloodborne-steam.php fingers in his ears. A split second later, Harry knew why. 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Harry took his and saw that they had double Herbology with the Hufflepuffs first. Harry, Ron, and Hermione left the castle together, crossed the vegetable patch, and made for the greenhouses, where the magical plants were kept. At least the Howler had done one good thing: Hermione seemed to think they had now been punished enough and was being perfectly friendly again. As they neared the greenhouses they saw the rest of the class standing outside, waiting for Professor Sprout. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had only just joined them when she came striding into view across the lawn, accompanied by Gilderoy Lockhart. Professor Sprouts arms were full of bandages, and with another twinge of guilt, Harry spotted the Whomping Willow in the distance, several of its branches now in slings. Professor Sprout was a squat little witch who wore a patched hat over her flyaway hair; there was usually a large amount of earth on her clothes and her fingernails would have made Aunt Petunia faint. Gilderoy Lockhart, however, was immaculate in sweeping robes of turquoise, his golden hair shining under a perfectly positioned turquoise hat with gold trimming. Oh, hello there. he called, beaming around at the assembled students. Just been showing Professor Sprout the right way to doctor a Whomping Willow. But I dont want you running away with the idea that Im better at Herbology than she is. I just happen to have met several of these exotic plants on my travels. Greenhouse three today, chaps. said Professor Sprout, who was looking distinctly disgruntled, not at all her usual cheerful self. There was a murmur of interest. They had only ever worked in greenhouse one before - greenhouse three housed far more interesting and dangerous plants. Professor Sprout took a large key from her belt and unlocked the door. Harry caught a whiff of damp earth and fertilizer mingling with the heavy perfume of some giant, umbrella-sized flowers dangling from the ceiling. He was about to follow Ron and Hermione inside when Lockharts hand shot out. Harry. Ive been wanting a word - you dont mind if hes a couple of minutes late, do you, Professor Sprout. Judging by Professor Sprouts scowl, she did mind, but Lockhart said, Thats the ticket, and closed the greenhouse door in her face. Harry, said Lockhart, his large white teeth gleaming in the sunlight as he shook his head. Harry, Harry, Harry. Completely nonplussed, Harry said nothing. When I heard - well, of course, it was all my fault. Could have kicked myself. Harry had no idea what he was talking about. He was about to say so when Lockhart went on, Dont know when Ive been more shocked. Flying a car to Hogwarts. Well, of course, I knew at once why youd done it. Stood out a mile. Harry, Harry, Harry. It was remarkable how he could show every one of those brilliant teeth even when he wasnt talking. Gave you a taste for publicity, didnt I. said Lockhart. Gave you the bug. You got onto the front page of the paper with me and you couldnt wait to do it again. Oh, no, Professor, see - Harry, Harry, Harry, said Lockhart, reaching out and grasping his shoulder. I understand. Natural to want a bit more once youve had that first taste - and I blame myself for giving you that, because it was bound to go to your head - but see here, young man, you cant start flying cars to try and get yourself noticed. Just calm down, all right. Plenty of time for all that when youre older. Yes, yes, I know what youre thinking. Its all right for him, hes an internationally famous wizard already. But when I was twelve, I was just as much of a nobody as you are now. In fact, Id say I was even more of a nobody. I mean, a few people have heard of you, havent they. All that business with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. He glanced at the lightning scar on Harrys forehead. I know, I know - its not quite as good as winning Witch Weeklys Most-Charming-Smile Award five times in a row, as I have - but its a start, Harry, its a start. He gave Harry a hearty wink and strode off. Harry stood stunned for a few seconds, then, remembering he was supposed to be in the greenhouse, he opened the door and slid inside. Professor Sprout was standing behind a trestle bench in the center of the greenhouse. About twenty pairs of different-colored earmuffs were lying on the bench. When Harry had taken his place between Ron and Hermione, she said, Well be repotting Mandrakes today. Now, who can tell me the properties of the Mandrake. To nobodys surprise, Hermiones hand was first into the air. Mandrake, or Mandragora, is a powerful restorative, said Hermione, sounding as usual as though she had swallowed the textbook. It is used to return people who have been transfigured or cursed to their original state. Excellent. Ten points to Gryffindor, said Professor Sprout. The Mandrake forms an essential part of most antidotes. It is also, however, dangerous. Who can tell me why. Hermiones hand narrowly missed Harrys glasses as it shot up again. The cry of the Mandrake is fatal to anyone who hears it, she said promptly. Precisely. Take another ten points, said Professor Sprout. Now, the Mandrakes we have here are still very young. She pointed to a row of deep trays as she spoke, and everyone shuffled forward for a better look. A hundred or so tufty little plants, purplish green in color, were growing there in rows. They looked quite unremarkable to Harry, who didnt have the slightest idea what Hermione meant by the cry of the Mandrake. Everyone take a pair of earmuffs, said Professor Sprout. There was a scramble as everyone tried to seize a pair that wasnt pink and fluffy. When I tell you to put them on, make sure your ears are completely covered, said Professor Sprout. When it is safe to remove them, I will give you the thumbs-up. Right - earmuffs on. Harry snapped the earmuffs over his ears. They shut out sound completely. Professor Sprout put the pink, fluffy pair over her own ears, rolled up the sleeves of her robes, grasped one of the tufty plants firmly, and pulled hard. Harry let out a gasp of surprise that no one could hear. Instead of roots, a small, muddy, and extremely ugly baby popped out of the earth. The leaves were growing right out of his head. He had pale green, mottled skin, runners field was clearly bawling at the top of his lungs. Professor Sprout took a large plant pot from under the table and plunged the Mandrake into it, burying him in dark, damp compost until only the tufted leaves were visible. Professor Sprout dusted off her hands, gave them all the thumbs-up, and removed her own earmuffs. As our Mandrakes are only seedlings, their cries wont kill yet, she said calmly as though shed just done nothing more exciting than water a begonia. Gaming pc 2009, they will knock you out for several hours, and as Im sure none of you want to miss your first day back, make sure your earmuffs are securely in place while you work. I will attract your attention when it is time to pack up. Four to a tray - there is a large supply of pots here - compost in the sacks over there - and be careful of the Venomous Tentacula, its teething. She gave a sharp slap to a spiky, dark red plant as she spoke, making it draw in the long feelers that had been inching sneakily over her shoulder. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were joined at their tray by a curly-haired Hufflepuff boy Harry knew by sight but had never spoken to. Justin Finch-Fletchley, he said brightly, shaking Harry by the hand. Know who you are, of course, the famous Harry Potter. And youre Hermione Granger - always top in everything (Hermione beamed as she had her hand shaken too) - and Ron Weasley. Wasnt that your flying car. Ron didnt smile. The Howler was obviously still on his mind. That Lockharts something, isnt he. said Justin happily as they began filling their plant pots with dragon dung compost. Awfully brave chap. Have you read article his books. Id have died of fear if Id been cornered in a telephone booth by a werewolf, but he stayed cool and - zap - just fantastic. My name was down for Eton, you know. I cant tell you how glad I am I came here instead. Of course, Mother was slightly disappointed, but since I made her read Lockharts books I think shes begun to see how useful itll be to have a fully trained wizard in the family. After that they didnt have much chance to talk. Their earmuffs were back on and they needed to concentrate on the Mandrakes. Professor Sprout had made it look extremely easy, but it wasnt. The Mandrakes didnt like coming out of the earth, but didnt seem to want to go back into it either. They squirmed, kicked, flailed their sharp little fists, and gnashed their teeth; Harry spent ten whole minutes trying to squash a particularly fat one into a pot. By the end of the class, Harry, like everyone else, was sweaty, aching, and covered in earth. Everyone traipsed back to the castle for a quick wash and then the Gryffindors hurried off to Transfiguration. Professor McGonagalls classes were always hard work, but today was especially difficult. Everything Harry had learned last year seemed to have leaked out 3.0 download steamos his head during the summer. He was supposed to be turning a beetle into a button, but all he managed to do was give his beetle a lot of exercise as it scuttled over the desktop avoiding his wand. Ron was having far worse problems. He had patched up his wand with some borrowed Spellotape, but it seemed to be damaged beyond repair. It kept crackling and sparking at odd moments, and every time Ron tried to transfigure his beetle it engulfed him in thick gray smoke that smelled of rotten eggs. Unable to see what he was doing, Ron accidentally squashed his beetle with his elbow and had to ask for a new one. Professor McGonagall wasnt pleased. Harry was relieved to hear the lunch bell. His brain felt like a wrung sponge. Everyone filed out of the classroom except him and Ron, who was whacking his wand furiously on the desk. Stupid - useless - thing - Write home for another one, Harry suggested as the wand let off a volley of bangs like a firecracker. Oh, yeah, and get another Howler back, said Ron, stuffing the now hissing wand into his bag. Its your own fault your wand got snapped - They went down to lunch, where Rons mood was not improved by Hermiones showing them the handful of perfect coat buttons she had produced in Transfiguration. Whatve we got this afternoon. said Harry, hastily changing the subject. Defense Against the Dark Arts, said Hermione at once. Why, demanded Ron, seizing her schedule, have you outlined all Lockharts lessons in little hearts. Hermione snatched the schedule back, blushing furiously. They finished lunch and went outside into the overcast courtyard. Hermione sat down on pubg pay zing stone step and buried her nose in Voyages with Vampires again. Harry and Ron stood talking about Quidditch for several minutes before Harry became aware that he was being closely watched. Looking up, he saw the very small, mousy-haired boy hed seen trying on the Sorting Hat last night staring at Harry as though transfixed. He was clutching what looked like an ordinary Muggle camera, and the moment Harry looked at him, he went bright red. All right, Harry. Im - Im Colin Creevey, he said breathlessly, taking a tentative step forward. Im in Gryffindor, too. Dyou think - would it be all right if - can I have a picture. he said, raising the camera hopefully. A picture. Harry repeated blankly. So I can prove Ive met you, said Colin Creevey eagerly, edging further forward. I know all about you. Everyones told me. About how you survived when You-Know-Who tried to kill you and how he disappeared and everything and how youve still got a lightning scar on your forehead (his eyes raked Harrys hairline) and a boy in my dormitory said if I develop the film in the right potion, the picturesll move. Colin drew a great shuddering breath of excitement and said, Its amazing here, isnt it. I never knew all the odd stuff I could do was magic till I got the letter from Hogwarts. My dads a milkman, he couldnt believe it either. So Im learn more here loads of pictures to send home to him. And itd be really good if I had one of you - he looked imploringly at Harry - maybe your friend could take it and I could stand next to you. And then, could you sign it. Signed photos. Youre giving out signed photos, Potter. Loud and scathing, Draco Malfoys voice echoed around the courtyard. He had stopped right behind Colin, flanked, as he always was at Hogwarts, by his large and thuggish cronies, Crabbe and Goyle. Everyone line up. Malfoy roared to the crowd. Harry Potters giving out signed photos. No, Im not, said Harry angrily, his fists clenching. Shut up, Malfoy. Youre just jealous, piped up Colin, whose entire body was about as thick as Crabbes neck. Jealous. said Malfoy, who didnt need to shout anymore: Half the courtyard was listening in. Of what. I dont want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. I dont think getting your head cut open makes https://warstrategygames.cloud/mobile/number-puzzle.php that special, myself. Crabbe and Goyle were sniggering stupidly. Eat slugs, Malfoy, said Ron angrily. Crabbe stopped laughing and started rubbing https://warstrategygames.cloud/download/valorant-download-pc.php knuckles in a menacing way. Be careful, Weasley, sneered Malfoy. 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A double portrait, cant do better than that, and well both sign it for you. Colin fumbled for his camera and took the picture as the bell rang behind them, signaling the start of afternoon classes. Off you go, move along there, Lockhart called to the crowd, and he set off back to the castle with Harry, who was wishing he knew a good Vanishing Spell, still clasped to his side. A word to the wise, Harry, said Lockhart paternally as they entered the building through a side door.
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