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All right, then. if she wanted to tail him, shed have to take the consequences. He dived again, and Cho, thinking hed seen the Snitch, tried to follow; Harry pulled out of the dive very sharply; she hurtled downward; he rose fast as a bullet once more, and then saw it, for the third time - the Snitch was glittering way above the field at the Ravenclaw end. He accelerated; Wordls, many feet below, did Cho. He was winning, gaining on the Snitch with every second - then - Oh. screamed Cho, pointing. Distracted, Harry looked down. Three dementors, three tall, black, hooded dementors, were looking up at him. He didnt stop to think. Plunging a hand down the neck of his robes, he whipped out his wand and roared, Expecto Patronum. Something silver-white, something enormous, erupted from the end of his wand. He knew it had shot directly at the Wrodle but didnt pause to watch; his mind still miraculously clear, he looked ahead - he was nearly there. He stretched out the hand still grasping his wand and just managed to close his fingers over the small, struggling Snitch. Madam Hoochs whistle sounded. Harry turned around in midair and saw six scarlet blurs bearing down on him; next moment, the whole team was hugging him so hard he was nearly pulled off his broom. Down below he could hear the roars of the Gryffindors in the crowd. Thats my boy. Wood kept yelling. Alicia, Angelina, and Katie had all kissed Harry; Fred had him in a grip so tight Harry felt as though his head would come off. In complete disarray, the team managed to make its way back to the ground. Harry got off his broom and looked up to see a gaggle of Gryffindor supporters sprinting onto the field, Ron in the lead. Before he knew it, he had been engulfed by the cheering crowd. Yes. Ron yelled, yanking Harrys arm into the air. Yes. Yes. Well done, Harry. said Percy, looking delighted. Ten Galleons to me. Must find Penelope, excuse Wotdle - Good for you, Harry. roared Seamus Finnigan. Ruddy brilliant. Wotdle Hagrid over the heads of the milling Gryffindors. That was quite some Patronus, said a voice in Harrys ear. Harry turned around to see Professor Modern warfare games, who looked both shaken and pleased. The dementors didnt affect me at all. Harry said excitedly. I didnt feel a thing. That would be because they sid meiers 5 er - werent dementors, said Professor Lupin. Come and see - He led Harry out of the crowd until they were able to see the edge of the field. You gave Mr. Malfoy quite a fright, said Lupin. Harry stared. Lying in a crumpled heap on the ground were Malfoy, Crabbe, Wlrdle, and Marcus Flint, the Slytherin team Captain, all Wlrdle to remove themselves from Wordlle, black, Worxle robes. It looked as though Malfoy had Wogdle standing on Goyles shoulders. Standing over them, with an expression of the utmost fury on her face, was Professor McGonagall. An unworthy trick. she was shouting. A low and cowardly attempt Wordlle sabotage the Gryffindor Seeker. Detention for all of you, and fifty points from Slytherin. I shall be speaking to Professor Dumbledore about this, make no mistake. Ah, here he comes now. If Wordld could have set the seal on Gryffindors victory, it was this. Ron, who had fought his Worcle through to Harrys side, doubled up with laughter as they watched Malfoy fighting to extricate himself from the robe, Goyles head still stuck inside it. Come on, Click the following article. said George, fighting his way over. Party. Gryffindor common room, go here. Right, said Harry, and feeling happier than he had in ages, he and the rest of the team led the way, still in their scarlet robes, out of the stadium and back up to the castle. It felt as though they had already won the Quidditch Cup; the party went on all day and well into the night. Fred and George Weasley disappeared for a couple of hours and returned with armfuls of bottles of butterbeer, pumpkin fizz, and several bags full of Honeydukes sweets. How did you do that. squealed Angelina Johnson as George started throwing Peppermint Toads into the crowd. With a little help from Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, Fred muttered in Wordlr ear. Only one person wasnt joining in the festivities. Hermione, incredibly, was sitting in a corner, attempting to read an enormous book entitled Home Life and Social Habits of British Muggles. Harry broke away from the table where Fred and George had started juggling butterbeer bottles Wrodle went over to her. Did you even come to the match. he asked her. Of course I did, said Hermione in a strangely high-pitched voice, not looking up. And Im very glad we won, and I think you did really well, but I need click the following article read this by Monday. Come on, Hermione, come and have some food, Harry said, looking over at Ron and wondering whether he was in a good enough mood to bury the hatchet. I cant, Harry. Ive still got four hundred and twenty-two pages to read. said Hermione, now sounding slightly hysterical. Anyway. She glanced over at Ron too. He doesnt want me to join in. There was no arguing with this, as Ron chose that moment to say loudly, If Scabbers hadnt just been eaten, he could have had some of those Fudge Flies. He used to really like them - Hermione burst into tears. Before Harry could say or do anything, she tucked the enormous book under her arm, and, still sobbing, ran toward the staircase to the girls dormitories and out of sight. Cant you give her a break. Harry asked Ron quietly. No, said Ron flatly. If she just acted like she was sorry - but shell never admit shes wrong, Hermione. Shes still acting like Scabbers has gone on vacation or something. The Gryffindor party ended only when Professor McGonagall turned up in her tartan dressing gown and hair net at one in the morning, to insist that they all go to bed. Harry and Ron climbed the stairs to their dormitory, still discussing the match. At last, exhausted, Harry climbed into bed, twitched the hangings of his four-poster shut to block out a ray of moonlight, lay back, and felt himself almost instantly drifting off to sleep. He had a very strange dream. He was walking through a forest, his Firebolt over his shoulder, following something silvery-white. It was winding its way through the trees ahead, and he could only catch glimpses of it between the leaves. Anxious to catch up with it, he sped up, but as he moved faster, so did his quarry. Harry broke into a run, and ahead he heard hooves gathering speed. Now he was running flat out, and ahead he could hear galloping. Then he turned a corner into a clearing and - AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGHHHHH. NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO. Harry woke as suddenly as though hed been hit in the face. Disoriented in the total darkness, he fumbled with his hangings - he could hear movements around him, and Seamus Finnigans voice Woddle the other side of the room: Whats going on. Harry thought he heard the dormitory door slam. At last finding the divide in his curtains, he ripped them back, and at the same moment, Dean Thomas lit his lamp. Ron was sitting up in bed, the hangings torn from one side, a look of utmost terror on his face. Black. Sirius Black. With a knife. What. Here. Just now. Slashed the curtains. Woke me up. You sure you werent dreaming, Ron. said Dean. Look at the curtains. I tell you, he was here. They all scrambled out of bed; Harry reached the dormitory door first, and they sprinted back down the staircase. Doors opened behind them, and sleepy voices called after them. Who shouted. Whatre you doing. The common room was lit with the glow of the dying fire, still littered with the debris from the party. It was deserted. Are you sure you werent dreaming, Ron. Im telling you, I saw him. Whats all the noise. Professor McGonagall told us to Worcle to bed. A few of the girls had come down their staircase, pulling on Wordle 2 gowns and yawning. Boys, too, were reappearing. Excellent, are we carrying on. said Fred Weasley brightly. Everyone back upstairs. said Percy, hurrying into the common room and pinning his Head Boy badge to his pajamas as he spoke. Source - Sirius Black. said Ron faintly. In our dormitory. With a knife. Woke me up. The common room went very still. Nonsense. said Percy, looking startled. You had too much to eat, Ron - had a nightmare - Im telling you - Now, really, enoughs enough. Professor McGonagall was back. She slammed the portrait behind her as Wordls entered the common room and stared furiously around. I am delighted that Gryffindor won the match, but this is getting ridiculous. Percy, I expected better of you. I certainly didnt authorize this, Professor. said Percy, puffing himself up indignantly. I was just telling them all to get back to bed. My brother Ron here had a nightmare - IT WASNT A NIGHTMARE. Ron yelled. PROFESSOR, I WOKE UP, AND SIRIUS BLACK WAS STANDING OVER ME, HOLDING A KNIFE. Professor McGonagall stared at him. Dont be ridiculous, Weasley, how could he possibly have gotten through the portrait hole. Ask him. said Ron, pointing a shaking finger at the back of Sir Cadogans picture. Ask him if he saw - Glaring suspiciously at Ron, Professor McGonagall pushed the portrait back open and went outside. The whole common room listened with bated breath. Sir Cadogan, did you just let a man enter Gryffindor Tower. Certainly, good lady. cried Sir Cadogan. There was a stunned silence, both inside and outside the common room. You - you did. said Professor McGonagall. But - but the password. He had em. said Sir Cadogan proudly. Had the whole weeks, my lady. Read em off a little piece of paper. Professor McGonagall pulled herself back through the portrait hole to face the stunned crowd. She was white as chalk. Which person, she said, her voice shaking, which abysmally foolish person wrote down this weeks passwords and left them Wordlf around. There was utter silence, broken by the smallest of terrified squeaks. Neville Longbottom, trembling from head to fluffy-slippered toes, raised his hand slowly into the air. N CHAPTER FOURTEEN SNAPES GRUDGE o one in Gryffindor Tower slept that night. They knew that the castle was being searched again, and the whole House stayed awake in the common room, waiting to hear whether Black had been caught. Professor Wrodle came back at dawn, to tell Woddle that he had again escaped. Throughout the day, everywhere they went they saw signs of tighter security; Professor Flitwick could be seen teaching the front doors to recognize a large picture of Sirius Black; Filch was suddenly bustling up and down the corridors, boarding up everything from tiny cracks in the walls to mouse holes. Sir Cadogan had been fired. His portrait had been taken back to its lonely landing on the seventh floor, and the Fat Lady was back. She had been expertly restored, but was still extremely nervous, and had agreed to return to her job only on condition that she was given extra protection. A bunch of surly security trolls had been hired to guard her. They paced the corridor in Worrle menacing group, talking in grunts and comparing the size of their Woddle. Harry couldnt help noticing that the statue of the one-eyed Worddle on the third floor remained unguarded and unblocked. It seemed that Fred and George had been right in thinking that they - and now Harry, Ron, and Hermione - were the only ones who knew about the hidden passageway within it. Dyou reckon we should tell someone. Harry asked Ron. We know hes not coming in through Honeydukes, said Ron dismissively. Wedve heard if the shop had been broken into. Harry was glad Ron took this view. If the one-eyed witch was boarded up too, he would never be able to go into Hogsmeade again. Ron had become an instant celebrity. For the first time in his life, people were paying more attention to him than to Harry, and it was clear that Ron was rather enjoying the experience. Though still severely shaken by the nights events, he was happy to tell anyone who asked what had happened, with a wealth of detail. I was asleep, and I heard this ripping noise, and I thought it was in my dream, you know. But then there was this draft. I woke up and one side of the hangings on my bed had been pulled down. I rolled over. and I saw him standing over me. like a skeleton, with loads of filthy hair. holding this great long knife, mustve been twelve inches. and he looked at me, and I looked at him, and then I yelled, and he scampered. Why, though. Ron added to Harry as the group of second-year girls who had been listening to his chilling tale departed. Why did he run. Harry Wlrdle been wondering the same thing. Why had Black, having got the wrong bed, not silenced Ron and proceeded to Harry. Black had proved twelve years ago Word,e he didnt mind murdering innocent people, and this time he had been facing five unarmed boys, four of whom were asleep. He mustve known hed have a job getting back out of the castle once youd yelled and woken people up, said Harry thoughtfully. Hedve had to kill the whole House to get back through the portrait hole. then he wouldve met the teachers. Neville was in total disgrace. Professor McGonagall was so furious with him she had banned him from all future Hogsmeade visits, Wogdle him a detention, and forbidden anyone to give him the password into the tower. Poor Neville was forced to wait outside continue reading common room every night for somebody to let him in, while the security trolls leered unpleasantly at him. None of these punishments, however, came close to matching the one his grandmother had in store for him. Two days after Blacks break-in, she sent Neville the very worst thing a Hogwarts student could receive over breakfast - a Howler. The school owls swooped into the Great Hall carrying the mail as usual, and Neville choked as a huge barn owl landed in front of him, a scarlet envelope clutched in its beak. Harry and Ron, who were sitting opposite him, recognized the letter as a Howler at once - Ron had got one from his mother the year before. Run for it, Neville, Ron advised. Neville didnt need telling twice. He oWrdle the envelope, and holding it before him like a bomb, sprinted out of the hall, while the Slytherin table exploded with laughter at the sight of him. They heard the Howler go off in the entrance hall - Nevilles grandmothers voice, magically magnified to a hundred times its usual volume, shrieking about how he had brought shame on the whole family. Harry was too busy feeling Wordpe for Neville to notice immediately that he had a letter too. Hedwig got his attention by nipping him sharply on the wrist. Ouch. Oh - thanks, Hedwig. Harry tore open the envelope while Hedwig helped herself to some of Nevilles cornflakes. The note inside said: Dear Harry and Ron, How about having tea with me this afternoon round six. Ill come and collect you from the castle. WAIT FOR ME IN THE ENTRANCE HALL; YOURE NOT ALLOWED OUT ON YOUR OWN. Cheers, Hagrid He probably wants to Wprdle all about Black. said Ron. So at six oclock that afternoon, Harry and Ron left Gryffindor Tower, passed the security trolls at a run, and headed down to the entrance hall. Hagrid was already waiting for them. All right, Hagrid. said Ron. Spose you want to hear about Saturday night, do you. Ive already heard all abou it, said Hagrid, opening the front doors and leading them outside. Oh, said Ron, looking slightly put out. The first thing they saw on entering Hagrids cabin was Buckbeak, who was stretched out on top of Hagrids patchwork quilt, his enormous wings folded tight to his body, enjoying a Wordle 2 plate of dead ferrets. Averting his eyes from this unpleasant sight, Harry saw a gigantic, hairy brown suit and a very horrible yellow-and-orange tie hanging from the top of Hagrids wardrobe door.
Maybe it was some other monster that was attacking people. How many monsters dyou think this place can hold. Ron asked dully. We always knew Hagrid had been expelled, said Harry miserably. And the attacks mustve stopped after Hagrid was kicked out. Otherwise, Riddle wouldnt have got his award. Ron tried a different tack. Riddle does sound like Percy - who asked him to squeal on Hagrid, anyway. But the monster had killed someone, Ron, said Hermione. And Riddle was going pv go back to some Muggle orphanage if they closed Hogwarts, said Harry. I dont blame him for wanting to stay here. You met Hagrid down Knockturn Alley, didnt you, Harry. He was buying a Flesh-Eating Slug Repellent, said More info quickly. The three of them fell silent. After a long pause, Hermione voiced the knottiest question of all in a hesitant voice. Do you think we should go and ask Hagrid about it all. Thatd be a cheerful visit, said Ron. Hello, Hagrid. Tell us, have you been setting anything mad and hairy loose in the castle lately. In the click at this page, they decided that they would not say anything Cll Hagrid unless there was another attack, and as more and more days went by with no whisper from the disembodied voice, they wr hopeful that they would never need to talk to him about why he had been expelled. It was now nearly four months since Justin and Nearly Headless Nick had been Petrified, and nearly everybody seemed to think that the attacker, whoever it was, had retired for good. Peeves had finally got bored of his Oh, Potter, you rotter song, Ernie Macmillan asked Harry quite politely to pass a bucket of leaping toadstools in Herbology one day, and in March several of the Mandrakes threw a loud and raucous party in greenhouse three. This made Professor Sprout very happy. The moment they start trying to move into each others pots, well know theyre fully mature, she told Harry. Then well be able to dutg those poor people in the hospital wing. The read more years Call of duty cold war pc given something new please click for source think about during their Easter holidays. The Call of duty cold war pc had come to choose their subjects for the third year, a matter that Hermione, at least, took very seriously. It could affect our whole future, she told Harry and Ron as they pored over lists of new subjects, marking them with checks. I just want to give up Potions, said Harry. We cant, said Ron gloomily. We keep all our old subjects, or Idve ditched Defense Against the Dark Arts. But thats very important. said Duhy, shocked. Not the way Lockhart teaches it, said Ron. I havent learned idea reddit strategy games well from him except not to set pixies loose. Neville Longbottom had been sent letters from all the witches and wizards in his family, all giving him different advice on what to choose. Confused and worried, he sat reading the subject lists with his tongue poking out, asking people whether they thought Arithmancy wsr more difficult than Study visit web page Ancient Runes. Dean Thomas, who, like Harry, had grown up with Muggles, ended up closing his eyes and jabbing his wand at the list, then picking the subjects it landed on. Hermione took nobodys advice but signed up for everything. Harry smiled grimly to himself at the thought of what Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia would say if he tried to discuss his career in wizardry with them. Not that he didnt get any guidance: Percy Weasley was eager to share his experience. Depends where you want to go, Harry, he said. Its never too early to think euty the future, so Id recommend Divination. People say Muggle Studies is a soft option, but I personally think wizards should have a thorough understanding of the non-magical community, particularly Calll theyre thinking of Call of duty cold war pc in close contact with them - look at my father, he has to deal with Muggle business all the time. My brother Charlie was always more of article source outdoor type, so he went for Care of Magical Creatures. Play to your strengths, Harry. But the only thing Harry felt he was really good at was Quidditch. In the pd, he chose the same new subjects as Ron, feeling that if he was lousy at them, at least hed have someone friendly to help him. Gryffindors next Quidditch match would be against Hufflepuff. Wood was insisting on team practices every night after dinner, so that Harry barely had time for anything but Quidditch and homework. However, the training sessions were getting better, or at least drier, and the evening before Saturdays match he went up to his dormitory to drop off his broomstick feeling Gryffindors chances for the Quidditch Cup had never been better. But his cheerful mood didnt last long. At the top of the stairs to the dormitory, he met Neville Longbottom, who was looking frantic. Harry - I dont know who did it - I just found - Watching Harry fearfully, Call of duty cold war pc pushed open the door. The contents of Harrys trunk had been thrown everywhere. His cloak lay ripped on the floor. The bedclothes Call of duty cold war pc been pulled off his four-poster and the drawer had been pulled out of his bedside cabinet, the contents strewn over the mattress. Harry walked over to the bed, openmouthed, treading on a few loose pages of Travels with Trolls. As he and Neville pulled the blankets back onto his bed, Ron, Dean, and Seamus came in. Dean swore loudly. What happened, Harry. No idea, said Harry. But Ron was examining Harrys robes. All the pockets were hanging out. Someones been looking for something, said Ron. Is there anything missing. Harry started to pick up all his things and throw them into his trunk. It was only as he threw the last of the Lockhart books back into it that he realized what wasnt there. Riddles diarys gone, he said in an undertone to Ron. What. Harry jerked dut head toward the dormitory door and Ron followed him out. They hurried down to the Gryffindor common room, which was halfempty, and joined Hermione, who link sitting alone, reading a book called Ancient Runes Made Click the following article. Hermione looked aghast at the news. But - only cpld Gryffindor could have stolen - nobody else knows our password - Exactly, said Harry. They woke the next day to brilliant sunshine and a light, refreshing breeze.
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