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I want you all to go straight to bed, no talking, she said as they reached the first landing. Weve got a busy day tomorrow. I expect Ginnys asleep, she added to Hermione, so try not to wake her up. Asleep, yeah, right, said Fred in an undertone, after Hermione bade them good night and they were climbing to the next floor. If Ginnys not lying awake waiting for Hermione to tell her everything they said downstairs, continue reading Im a flobberworm. All right, Ron, Harry, said Mrs. Weasley on the second landing, pointing them into their bedroom. Off to bed with you. Night, Harry and Ron said to the twins. Sleep tight, said Fred, winking. Mrs. Weasley closed the door behind Harry with a sharp snap. The bedroom looked, if anything, even danker and gloomier than it had on first sight. The blank picture on the wall was now breathing very slowly and deeply, as though its invisible occupant was asleep. Harry put on his pajamas, took off his glasses, and climbed into his chilly bed while Ron threw Owl Treats up on top of the wardrobe to pacify Hedwig and Pigwidgeon, who were clattering around and rustling their wings restlessly. We cant let them out to hunt every night, Ron explained as he pulled on his maroon pajamas. Dumbledore doesnt want too many owls swooping around the square, thinks itll look suspicious. Oh yeah. I forgot. He crossed to the door and bolted it. Whatre you doing that for. Kreacher, said Ron as he turned off the light. First night I was here he came wandering in at three in the morning. Trust me, you dont want to wake up and find him prowling around your room. Anyway. He got into his bed, settled down under the covers, then turned to look at Harry in the darkness. Harry could see his outline by the moonlight filtering in through the grimy window. What dyou reckon. Harry didnt need to ask what Ron meant. Well, they didnt tell us much we couldnt have guessed, did they. he said, thinking of all that had been said downstairs. I mean, all theyve really said is that the Orders trying to stop people joining Vol - There was a sharp intake of breath from Ron. - demort ,said Harry firmly. When are you going to start using his name. Sirius and Lupin do. Ron ignored this last comment. Yeah, youre right, he said. We already knew nearly everything they told us, from using the Extendable Ears. The only new bit was - Crack. OUCH. Keep your voice down, Ron, or Mumll be back up here. You two just Apparated on my knees. Yeah, well, its harder in the dark - Harry saw the blurred outlines of Fred and George leaping down from Rons bed. There was a groan of bedsprings and Harrys mattress descended a few inches as George sat down near his feet. So, got there yet. said George eagerly. The weapon Sirius mentioned. said Harry. Let slip, more like, said Fred with relish, now sitting next to Ron. We didnt hear about that on the old Extendables, did we. What dyou reckon it is. said Harry. Could be anything, said Fred. But there cant be anything worse than the Avada Kedavra curse, can there. said Ron. Whats worse than death. Maybe its something that can kill loads of people at once, suggested George. Maybe its some particularly painful way here killing people, said Ron fearfully. Hes got the Cruciatus Curse for causing pain, said Harry. He doesnt need anything more efficient than that. There was a pause and Harry knew that the others, like him, were wondering what horrors this weapon could perpetrate. So who dyou thinks got it now. asked George. I hope its our side, said Ron, sounding slightly nervous. If it is, Dumbledores probably keeping it, said Fred. Where. said Ron quickly. Hogwarts. Bet it is. said George. Thats where he hid the Sorcerers Stone. A weapons going to be a lot bigger than the Stone, though. said Ron. Not necessarily, said Fred. Yeah, size is no guarantee of power, said George. Look at Ginny. What dyou mean. said Harry. Youve never been on the receiving end of one of her Bat-Bogey Hexes, have you. Shhh. said Fred, half-rising from the bed. Listen. They fell silent. Footsteps were coming up the stairs again. Mum, said George, and without further ado there was a loud crack and Harry felt the weight vanish from the end of his bed. A few seconds later and they heard the floorboard creak outside their door; Mrs. Weasley was plainly listening to see whether they were talking or not. Hedwig and Pigwidgeon hooted dolefully. The floorboard creaked again and they heard her heading upstairs to check on Fred and George. She doesnt trust us at all, you know, said Ron regretfully. Harry was sure he would not be able to fall asleep; the evening had been so packed with things to think about that he fully expected to lie awake for hours mulling it all over. He wanted to continue talking to Ron, but Mrs. Weasley was now creaking back downstairs again, and once she had gone he distinctly heard others making their way upstairs. In fact, many-legged creatures were cantering softly up and down outside the bedroom door, and Hagrid, the Care of Magical Creatures teacher, was saying, Beauties, aren they, eh, Harry. Well be studyin weapons this term. And Harry saw that the creatures had cannons for heads and were wheeling to face him. He ducked. The next thing he knew, he was curled in a warm ball under his bedclothes, and Georges loud voice was filling the room. Mum says get up, your breakfast is in the kitchen and then she needs you in the drawing room, there are loads more doxies than she thought and shes found a nest of dead puffskeins under the sofa. Half an hour later, Harry and Ron, who had dressed and breakfasted quickly, entered the drawing room, a long, high-ceilinged room on the first floor with olive-green walls covered in dirty tapestries. The carpet exhaled little clouds of dust every time someone put their foot on it and the long, moss-green velvet curtains were buzzing as though swarming with invisible bees. It was around these that Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, Ginny, Fred, and George were grouped, all looking rather peculiar, as they had tied cloths over their noses and mouths. Each of them was also holding a large bottle of black liquid with a nozzle at the end. Cover your faces and take a spray, Mrs. Weasley said of clans upgrade Harry and Ron the moment she saw them, pointing to two more bottles of black liquid standing on a spindle-legged table. Its Doxycide. Ive never seen an infestation this bad - what that house-elfs been doing for the last ten years - Hermiones face was half concealed by a tea towel but Harry distinctly saw her throw a reproachful look at Mrs. Weasley at these words. Kreachers really old, he probably couldnt manage - Youd be surprised what Kreacher can manage when he wants to, Hermione, said Sirius, who had just entered the link carrying a bloodstained bag of what appeared to be dead rats. Ive just been feeding Buckbeak, he added, in reply to Harrys inquiring look. I keep him upstairs in my mothers bedroom. Anyway. this writing desk. He dropped the bag of rats onto an armchair, then bent over to examine the locked cabinet which, Harry now noticed for the first time, was shaking slightly. Well, Molly, Im pretty sure this is a boggart, said Sirius, peering through the keyhole, but perhaps we ought to let Mad-Eye have a shifty at it before we let it out - knowing my mother it could be something much worse. Right you are, Sirius, said Mrs. Weasley. They were both speaking in carefully light, polite voices that told Harry quite plainly that neither had forgotten their disagreement of the night before. A loud, clanging bell sounded from downstairs, followed at once by the cacophony of screams and wails that had been triggered the previous night by Tonks knocking over the umbrella stand. I keep telling them not to ring the doorbell. said Sirius exasperatedly, hurrying back out of the room. They heard him thundering down the stairs as Mrs. Blacks screeches echoed up through the house once more: Stains of dishonor, filthy half-breeds, blood traitors, children of filth. Close the door, please, Harry, said Mrs. Weasley. Harry took as much time as he dared to close the drawing room door; he wanted to listen to what was going on downstairs. Sirius had obviously managed to shut the curtains over his mothers portrait because she had stopped screaming. He heard Sirius walking down the hall, then the clattering of the chain on the front door, and then a deep voice he recognized as Kingsley Shacklebolts saying, Hestias just relieved me, so shes got Moodys cloak now, thought Id leave a report for Dumbledore. Feeling Mrs. Weasleys eyes on the back of his head, Harry regretfully closed the drawing room door and rejoined the doxy party. Mrs. Weasley was bending over to check the page on doxies in Gilderoy Lockharts Guide to Household Pests, which was lying open on the sofa. Right, you lot, you need to be careful, because doxies bite and their teeth are poisonous. Ive got a bottle of antidote here, but Id rather nobody needed it. She straightened up, positioned herself squarely in front of the curtains, and beckoned them all forward. When I say the word, start spraying immediately, she said. Theyll come flying out at us, I expect, but it says on the sprays one good squirt will paralyze them. When theyre immobilized, just throw them in this bucket. She stepped carefully out of their line of fire and raised her own spray. All right - squirt. Harry had been spraying only a few seconds when a fully grown doxy came soaring out of a fold in the material, shiny beetlelike wings whirring, tiny needle-sharp teeth bared, its fairylike body covered with thick black hair and its four tiny check this out clenched with fury. Harry caught it full in the face with a blast of Doxycide; it froze in midair and fell, with a surprisingly loud thunk, onto the worn carpet below. Harry picked it up and threw it in the bucket. Fred, what are you doing. said Mrs. Weasley sharply. Spray that at once and throw it away. Harry looked around. Fred was holding a struggling doxy between his forefinger and thumb. Right-o, Fred said brightly, spraying the doxy quickly in the face so that it fainted, but the moment Mrs. Weasleys back was turned he pocketed it with a wink. We want to experiment with doxy venom for our Skiving Snackboxes, George told Harry under his breath. Deftly spraying two doxies at once as they soared straight for his nose, Harry moved closer to George and muttered out of the corner of his mouth, What are Skiving Snackboxes. Range of sweets to make you ill, George whispered, keeping a wary eye on Mrs. Weasleys back. Not seriously ill, mind, just ill enough to get you out of a class when you feel like it. Fred and I have been developing them this summer. Theyre double-ended, color-coded chews. If you eat the orange half of the Puking Pastilles, you throw up. Moment youve been rushed out of the lesson for the hospital wing, you swallow the purple half - - which restores you to full fitness, enabling you to pursue the leisure activity of your own choice during an hour that would otherwise have been devoted to unprofitable boredom. Thats what were putting in the adverts, anyway, whispered Fred, who had edged over out of Mrs. Weasleys line of vision and was now sweeping a few stray doxies from the floor and adding them to his pocket. But they still need a bit of work. At the moment our testers are having a bit of trouble stopping puking long enough to swallow the purple end. Testers. Us, said Fred. We take it in turns. George did the Fainting Fancies - we both tried the Nosebleed Nougat - Mum thought wed been dueling, said George. Joke shop still on, then. Harry muttered, pretending to be adjusting the nozzle on his spray. Well, we havent had a chance to get premises yet, said Fred, dropping his voice even lower as Mrs. Weasley mopped her brow with her scarf before returning to the attack, so were running it as a mail-order service at the moment. We put advertisements in the Daily Prophet last week. All thanks to you, mate, said George. But dont worry. Mum hasnt got a clue. She wont read the Daily Prophet anymore, cause of it telling lies about you and Dumbledore. Harry grinned. He had forced the Weasley twins to take the thousandGalleon prize money he had won in the Triwizard Tournament to help them realize their ambition to open a joke shop, but he was still glad to know that his part in furthering their plans was unknown to Mrs. Weasley, who did not think that running a joke shop was a suitable career for two of her sons. The de-doxying of the curtains took most of the morning. It was past midday when Mrs. Weasley finally removed her protective scarf, sank into a sagging armchair, and sprang up again with a cry of disgust, having sat on the bag of dead rats. The curtains were no longer buzzing; they hung limp and damp from the intensive spraying; unconscious doxies lay crammed in the bucket at the foot of them beside a bowl of their black eggs, at which Crookshanks was now sniffing and Fred and George were shooting covetous looks. I think well tackle those after lunch. Mrs. Weasley pointed at the dusty glass-fronted cabinets standing on either side of the mantelpiece. They were crammed with an odd assortment of objects: a selection of rusty daggers, claws, a coiled snakeskin, a number of tarnished silver boxes inscribed with languages Harry could not understand and, least pleasant of all, an ornate crystal bottle with a large opal set into the stopper, full of what Harry was quite sure was blood. The clanging doorbell rang again. Everyone looked at Mrs. Weasley. Stay here, she said firmly, snatching up the bag of rats as Mrs. Blacks screeches started up again from down below. Ill bring up some sandwiches. She left the room, closing the door carefully behind her. At once, everyone dashed over to the window to look down onto the doorstep. They could see the top of an unkempt gingery head and a stack of precariously balanced cauldrons. Mundungus. said Hermione. Whats he brought all those cauldrons for. Probably looking for a safe place to keep them, said Harry. Isnt that what he was doing the night he was supposed to be tailing me. Picking up dodgy cauldrons. Yeah, youre right. said Fred, as the front door opened; Mundungus heaved his Epic games mobile through it and disappeared from view. Blimey, Mum wont like that. He and George crossed to the door Epic games mobile stood beside it, listening intently. Mrs. Blacks screaming had stopped again. Mundungus is talking to Sirius and Kingsley, Fred muttered, frowning with concentration. Cant hear properly. dyou reckon we can risk the Extendable Ears. Might be worth it, said George. I could sneak upstairs and get a pair - But at that precise moment there was an explosion of sound from downstairs that rendered Extendable Ears quite unnecessary. All of them could hear exactly what Mrs. Weasley was shouting at the top of her voice. WE ARE NOT RUNNING A HIDEOUT FOR STOLEN GOODS. I love hearing Mum shouting at someone else, said Fred, with a satisfied smile on his face as he opened the door an inch or so to allow Mrs. Weasleys voice to permeate the room better. It makes such a nice change. - COMPLETELY IRRESPONSIBLE, AS IF WE HAVENT GOT ENOUGH TO WORRY ABOUT WITHOUT YOU DRAGGING STOLEN CAULDRONS INTO THE HOUSE - The idiots are letting her get into her stride, said George, shaking his head. Youve got to head her off early, otherwise she builds up a head of steam and goes on for hours. And shes been dying to have a go at Mundungus ever since he sneaked off when he was supposed to be following you, Harry - and there goes Siriuss mum again - Mrs. Weasleys just click for source was lost amid fresh shrieks and screams from the portraits in the hall. George made to shut the door to drown the noise, but before he could do so, a house-elf edged into the room. Except for the filthy rag tied like a loincloth around its middle, it was completely naked. It looked very old. Its skin seemed to be several times too big for it and though it was bald like all house-elves, there was a quantity of white hair growing out of its large, batlike ears. Its eyes were a bloodshot and watery gray, and its fleshy nose was large and rather snoutlike. The elf took absolutely no notice of Harry and the rest. Acting as though it could not see them, https://warstrategygames.cloud/android/pubg-mclaren.php shuffled hunchbacked, slowly and doggedly, toward the far end of the room, muttering under its breath all the while in a hoarse, deep voice like a bullfrogs. Smells like a drain and a criminal to boot, but shes no better, nasty old blood traitor with her brats messing up my Mistresss house, oh my poor Mistress, if she knew, if she knew the scum theyve let in her house, what would she say to old Kreacher, oh the shame of it, Mudbloods and werewolves and traitors and thieves, poor old Kreacher, what can he do. Hello, Kreacher, said Fred very loudly, closing the door with a snap. The house-elf froze in his tracks, stopped muttering, and then gave a very pronounced and very unconvincing start of surprise. Kreacher did not see Young Master, he said, turning around and bowing to Fred. Still facing the carpet, he added, perfectly audibly, Nasty little brat of a blood traitor it is. Sorry. said George. Didnt catch that last bit. Kreacher said nothing, said the elf, with a second bow to George, adding in a clear undertone, and theres its twin, unnatural little beasts they are. Harry didnt know whether to laugh or not. The elf straightened up, eyeing them all very malevolently, and apparently convinced that they could not hear him as he continued to mutter. and theres the Mudblood, standing there bold as brass, oh if my Mistress knew, oh how shed cry, and theres a new boy, Kreacher doesnt know his name, what is he doing here, Kreacher doesnt know. This is Harry, Kreacher, said Hermione tentatively. Harry Potter. Kreachers pale eyes widened and he muttered faster and more furiously than ever. The Mudblood is talking to Kreacher as though she is my friend, if Kreachers Mistress saw him in this web page company, oh what would she say - Dont call her a Mudblood. said Ron and Ginny together, very angrily. It doesnt matter, Hermione whispered, hes not in his right mind, he doesnt know what hes - Dont kid yourself, Hermione, he knows exactly what hes saying, said Fred, eyeing Kreacher with great dislike. Kreacher was still muttering, his eyes on Harry. Is it true. Is it Harry Potter. Kreacher can see the scar, it must be true, thats that boy who stopped the Dark Lord, Kreacher wonders how he did it - Dont we all, Kreacher. said Fred. What do you want anyway. George asked. Kreachers huge eyes darted onto George. Kreacher is cleaning, he said evasively. A likely story, said a voice behind Harry. Sirius had come back; he was glowering at the elf from the doorway. The noise in the hall had abated; perhaps Mrs. Weasley and Mundungus had moved their argument down into the kitchen. At the sight of Sirius, Kreacher flung himself into a ridiculously low bow that flattened his snoutlike nose on the floor. Stand up straight, said Sirius impatiently. Now, what are you up to. Kreacher is cleaning, the elf repeated. Kreacher lives to serve the noble house of Black - - and its getting blacker every day, its filthy, said Sirius.

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