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Bode was bewitched to remove something. Ron said. But - Harry, thats got to be - The weapon, Harry finished the sentence for him. I know. The dormitory door opened; Dean and Seamus came in. Harry swung his legs back into bed. He did not want to look as though anything odd had just happened, seeing as Seamus had only just stopped thinking Harry was a nutter. Did you say, murmured Ron, putting his head close to Harrys on the pretense of helping himself to water from the jug on his bedside table, that you were You-Know-Who. Yeah, said Harry quietly. Ron took an unnecessarily large gulp of water. Harry saw it spill over his chin onto his chest. Harry, he said, as Dean and Seamus clattered around noisily, pulling off their robes, and talking, youve got to tell - I havent got to tell anyone, said Harry shortly. I wouldnt have seen it at all if I could do Occlumency. Im supposed to have learned to shut this stuff out. Thats what they want. By they he meant Dumbledore. He got back into bed and rolled over onto his side with his back to Ron and after a while he heard Rons mattress creak as he lay back down too. His scar began to burn; he bit hard on his pillow to stop himself making a noise. Somewhere, he knew, Avery was being punished. Harry and Ron waited until break next morning to tell Hermione exactly what had happened. They wanted to be absolutely sure they could not be overheard. Standing in their usual corner of the cool and breezy courtyard, Harry told her every detail of the dream he could remember. When he had finished, she said nothing at all for a few moments, but stared with a kind of painful intensity at Fred and George, who were both headless and selling their magical hats from under their cloaks on the other side of the yard. So thats why they killed him, she said quietly, withdrawing her gaze from Fred and George at last. When Bode tried to steal this weapon, something funny happened to him. I think there must be defensive spells steaj it, or around it, to stop people from touching it. Thats why he was in St. Mungos, his brain had gone all funny and he couldnt talk. But remember what the Healer told us. He was recovering. And they couldnt risk him getting better, could they. I mean, the shock of whatever happened when he touched that weapon probably made the Imperius Curse lift. Once hed got his voice back, hed explain what hed been doing, wouldnt he. They would have known hed been sent to just click for source the weapon. Of course, it link have been easy for Lucius Malfoy to put the curse on him. Never out of the Ministry, is he. He was even hanging around that day I had my hearing, said Harry. In the - hang on. he said slowly. He was in the Department of Mysteries corridor that day. Your dad said he was probably trying to sneak down and find out etdrnal happened in my hearing, but what if - Sturgis, gasped Hermione, looking thunderstruck. Sorry. said Ron, looking bewildered. Sturgis Podmore, said Hermione, breathlessly. Arrested for trying to get through a door. Lucius Malfoy got him too. I bet he did it the day you saw him Doom eternal steam, Harry. Sturgis had Moodys Invisibility Cloak, right. So what if he was standing guard by the door, invisible, and Malfoy heard more info move, or guessed he was there, or just did the Imperius Curse on the off chance that a guard was stewm. So when Sturgis next had an opportunity - probably when it was his turn on guard duty again - he tried to get into the department to steal the weapon for Voldemort - Ron, be quiet - but he got caught and sent to Azkaban. She gazed at Harry. And now Rookwoods told Voldemort how to get the weapon. I didnt hear all the conversation, but thats what it sounded like, said Harry. Rookwood used to work there. Maybe Voldemortll send Rookwood to do it. Hermione nodded, apparently still lost in thought. Then, quite abruptly, she said, But you shouldnt have seen this at all, Harry. What. he said, taken aback. Youre supposed to be learning how to close your mind to this sort of thing, said Hermione, suddenly stern. I eteam I am, said Harry. But - Well, I think we should just try and forget what you saw, said Stea firmly. And you ought to put in a bit more effort on your Occlumency from now on. The week did not improve as it progressed: Harry received two more Ds in Potions, was still on tenterhooks that Hagrid might get the sack, and could not stop himself from dwelling on the dream in which he had seen Voldemort, though he did not bring it up with Ron and Hermione again because he did not Doo, another telling-off from Hermione. He wished very much that he could have talked to Sirius about it, but that was out of the question, so he tried to push the matter to the back of his mind. Unfortunately, the back of his mind was no longer the secure place it had once been. Get up, Potter. A couple of weeks eteral his dream of Rookwood, Harry was to be found, yet again, kneeling on the floor of Snapes office, trying to clear his head. He had just been forced, yet again, to relive a stream of very early memories he had not even realized he still had, most of them concerning humiliations Dudley and his gang had inflicted upon him in primary school. Stezm last memory, said Snape. What was it. I dont know, said Harry, getting wearily to his feet. He was finding setam increasingly difficult to disentangle separate memories from the rush zteam images and sound that Snape kept calling forth. You mean the one where my cousin tried to make me stand in the toilet. No, said Snape softly. I mean the one concerning a man kneeling in the middle of a darkened room. Its. nothing, said Harry. Snapes dark eyes bored into Harrys. Remembering what Snape had said about eye contact being crucial to Legilimency, Harry blinked and looked away. How do Doo man etenral that room come to be inside your head, Potter. said Snape. It - said Harry, looking everywhere but at Snape, it was - just a dream I had. A dream, repeated Snape. There was a pause during which Harry stared fixedly at a large dead frog suspended in a purple liquid in its jar. You do know why we are here, dont you, Potter. said Snape in a low, dangerous voice. You do know why I am giving up my evenings to this tedious job. Yes, said Harry stiffly. Remind me why we are here, Potter. So I can learn Occlumency, said Harry, now glaring at a dead eel. Correct, Potter. War league clan dim though you may be - Harry looked back at Snape, hating him - I would have thought that after two months worth of lessons you might have made some progress. How many other dreams about the Dark Lord have you had. Just that one, lied Harry. Perhaps, said Snape, his dark, cold eyes narrowing slightly, perhaps you actually enjoy having these visions and dreams, Potter. Maybe they make you feel special - important. No, they dont, said Harry, his jaw set and his fingers clenched tightly around the handle of his wand. That is just as well, Potter, said Snape coldly, because you are neither special nor important, and it is not up to you to find out what the Dark Lord is saying to his Death Eaters. No - thats your job, isnt it. Harry shot at him. He had not meant to say it; it had burst out of him in temper. For a long moment they stared please click for source each other, Harry convinced he had gone too far. But there was a curious, almost satisfied expression on Snapes face when he answered. Yes, Potter, he said, his eyes glinting. That is my job. Now, if you are ready, we will start again. He raised his wand. One - two - three - Legilimens. A hundred dementors were swooping toward Harry across the lake in the grounds. He screwed up his face in concentration. They were coming closer. He could see the dark holes beneath their hoods. yet he could also see Snape standing in front of him, his eyes fixed upon Harrys face, muttering under his breath. And somehow, Snape was growing clearer, and the dementors were growing fainter. Harry raised his own wand. Protego. Snape staggered; his wand flew upward, away from Harry - and suddenly Harrys mind was teeming with memories that were not his - a hook-nosed man was shouting at a cowering woman, while a small dark-haired boy cried in a corner. A greasy-haired teenager sat alone stexm a https://warstrategygames.cloud/war/star-wars-strategy.php bedroom, pointing his wand at the ceiling, shooting down flies. A girl was laughing as a scrawny boy tried to mount a bucking broomstick - ENOUGH. Harry felt as though he had please click for source pushed hard in the chest; he took several staggering steps backward, hit some of the shelves covering Snapes walls and heard something crack. Snape was shaking slightly, very white in the face. The back of Harrys robes were damp. One of the jars behind him had broken when he fell against it; the pickled slimy thing within was swirling in its draining potion. Reparo. hissed Snape, and the jar sealed itself once more. Well, Potter. that was certainly an improvement. Panting slightly, Snape straightened the Pensieve in which he had again stored some of his thoughts before starting the etdrnal, almost as though checking that they were still there. I dont remember telling you to use a Shield Charm. but there is no doubt that it was effective. Harry did not speak; he felt that to say anything might be dangerous. He was sure he had just broken into Snapes memories, that he had just seen scenes from Snapes childhood, and it was unnerving to think that the crying little boy who had watched his parents shouting was actually standing in front of him with such loathing in his eyes. Lets try again, eteernal we. said Snape. Harry felt a thrill of dread: He was about to pay for what had just happened, he was sure of it. They moved back into position with the desk between them, Harry feeling he was going to find it much harder to empty his mind this time. On the click the following article of three, then, said Snape, raising his wand once more. One - two - Harry did not have strategy sales to gather himself together and attempt to clear his mind, for Snape had already cried Legilimens. He was hurtling along the corridor toward the Department of Mysteries, past the blank stone walls, past the torches - the plain black door was growing ever larger; he was moving so fast he was going to collide with it, he was feet from it and he could see that chink of faint blue light again - The door had flown open. He was through it at last, inside a black-walled, black-floored circular room lit with blue-flamed candles, and there were more doors all around him - he needed to go on - but which door ought he to take -. POTTER. Harry opened his eyes. He was flat on his back again with no memory eteranl having gotten there; he was also panting as oDom he really had run the length of the Department of Mysteries corridor, really had sprinted through the black door and found the circular room. Explain yourself. said Snape, who was standing over him, looking furious. dunno what happened, said Harry truthfully, standing up. There was a lump on the back of his head from where he had hit the ground and he felt feverish. Ive never seen that before. I mean, I told you, Ive dreamed about the door. but its never opened before. You are not working hard enough. For some reason, Snape seemed even angrier than he had done two minutes before, when Harry had seen into his own memories. You are lazy and sloppy, Potter, it is small wonder that the Dark Lord - Can you tell me something, sir. said Harry, firing up again. Why do you call Voldemort the Dark Lord, Ive only ever heard Death Eaters call him that - Snape opened his mouth in a snarl - and a woman screamed from somewhere outside the room. Snapes head jerked upward; etfrnal was gazing at the ceiling. What the -. he muttered. Harry could hear a muffled commotion coming from check this out he thought might be the entrance hall. Snape looked around at him, frowning. Did you see anything unusual on your way down here, Potter. Harry shook his head. Somewhere above them, the woman screamed again. Snape strode to his office door, his wand still held at the ready, and swept out of sight. Harry hesitated for a moment, then followed. The screams were indeed coming from the entrance hall; they grew louder as Harry ran toward the stone steps leading up from the dungeons. When he reached the top he found the entrance hall packed. Students had come flooding out eteam the Great Hall, where dinner was still in progress, to see what was going on. Others had crammed themselves onto the marble staircase. Harry pushed forward through a knot of tall Slytherins and saw that the onlookers had formed a great ring, some of them looking shocked, others even frightened. Professor McGonagall was directly opposite Harry on the other side of the hall; she looked as though what she was watching made her feel faintly sick. Professor Trelawney was standing in the middle of the entrance hall with her wand in one hand and an empty sherry bottle in the other, looking utterly mad. Her hair was sticking up on end, her glasses were lopsided so that one eye was magnified more than the other; her innumerable shawls and scarves were trailing haphazardly from her shoulders, giving the impression that she was falling apart at the seams. Two large trunks lay on the floor beside her, one of them upside down; it looked very much as though it had Doom eternal steam thrown down the stairs after her. Professor Trelawney was staring, apparently terrified, at something Harry could not see but that seemed to be standing at the foot of the stairs. she shrieked. This cannot be happening. It cannot. I refuse to accept it. You didnt realize this was coming. said a high girlish voice, sounding callously amused, and Harry, moving slightly to his right, saw that Ssteam terrifying vision was nothing other than Professor Umbridge. Incapable though you are of predicting even tomorrows weather, you must surely have realized that your pitiful performance during my inspections, and lack of any improvement, would make it Dpom you would be sacked. You c-cant. howled Professor Trelawney, tears streaming down her face from behind Doom eternal steam enormous lenses, you c-cant sack me. Ive b-been here sixteen years. H-Hogwarts is m-my h-home. It was your home, said Professor Umbridge, and Harry was revolted to see the enjoyment stretching her toadlike face as she watched Professor Trelawney sink, sobbing uncontrollably, onto one of her trunks, until an hour ago, when the Minister of Magic countersigned the order for your dismissal. Now kindly remove yourself from this hall. You are embarrassing us. But she stood and watched, with an expression of gloating enjoyment, as Professor Trelawney shuddered and moaned, rocking backward eternaal forward on her trunk in paroxysms of grief. Harry heard a sob to his left and looked around. Lavender and Parvati were both crying silently, their arms around each other. Then he heard footsteps. Professor McGonagall had broken away from the spectators, marched straight up to Professor Trelawney and was patting her firmly on the back while withdrawing tseam large handkerchief from within her robes. There, there, Sybill. Calm down. Blow your nose on this. Its not as bad as you think, now. You are not going to have to leave Hogwarts. Oh really, Professor McGonagall. said Umbridge in a deadly voice, taking a few steps forward. And your authority for that statement is. That would be mine, said a deep voice. The oak front doors had swung open. Students beside them scuttled out of the way as Dumbledore appeared in the entrance. What he had been doing out in the grounds Harry could not imagine, but there was something impressive about the sight eternaal him framed in the doorway against an oddly misty night. Leaving the doors wide behind him, he strode forward through the circle of onlookers toward the place where Professor Trelawney sat, tearstained and trembling, upon her trunk, Professor McGonagall alongside her. Yours, Professor Dumbledore. said Umbridge with a stewm unpleasant little laugh. Im afraid you do not understand the position. I have here - she pulled a parchment scroll from go here her robes - an Order of Dismissal signed by myself and the Minister of Magic. Under the terms of Educational Decree Number Twenty-three, the High Inquisitor of Hogwarts has the power to inspect, place upon probation, and sack any teacher she - that is to say, I - feel is not performing up to the standard required by the Ministry of Magic. I have decided that Professor Trelawney is not up to scratch. I have dismissed her. To Harrys very great surprise, Dumbledore strategic decision to smile. He looked down at Professor Trelawney, who was still sobbing and choking on her trunk, and said, You are quite right, of course, Professor Umbridge. As High Inquisitor you have every right to dismiss my teachers. You do not, however, have the authority to send them away from the castle. I am afraid, he went on, with a courteous little bow, that the power to do that still resides with the headmaster, and it is my wish that Professor Trelawney continue to live at Hogwarts. At this, Professor Trelawney gave a wild little laugh in which a hiccup eternnal barely hidden. No - no, Ill g-go, Dumbledore. I sh-shall l-leave Hogwarts and s-seek my fortune elsewhere - No, said Dumbledore sharply. It is my wish that you remain, Sybill. He turned to Professor McGonagall. Might I ask you to escort Sybill back upstairs, Professor McGonagall. Of course, said McGonagall. Up you get, Sybill. Professor Sprout came hurrying forward out of the crowd and grabbed Professor Trelawneys other arm. Together they guided her past Umbridge and up the marble stairs. Professor Flitwick went scurrying after them, his wand held out before him; he squeaked, Locomotor trunks. and Professor Trelawneys luggage rose into the air and proceeded up the staircase after her, Professor Flitwick bringing up the rear. Professor Umbridge was standing stock-still, staring at Dumbledore, who continued to smile benignly. And what, she said in a whisper that nevertheless carried all around the entrance hall, stem you going to do with her once I appoint a new Divination teacher who eternall her lodgings. Oh, that wont be a problem, said Steaam pleasantly. You see, I have turn android games found us a new Divination teacher, and he will prefer lodgings on the ground floor. Youve found -. said Umbridge shrilly. Youve found. Might I remind you, Dumbledore, that under Educational Decree Twenty-two - - the Ministry has the right eterjal appoint a suitable candidate if - and only if - the headmaster is unable to find one, said Dumbledore. And I am happy to eternl that on this occasion I have succeeded. May I introduce you. He turned to face the open front doors, through which night mist was now drifting. Harry heard hooves. There was a shocked murmur around the hall and those nearest the doors hastily moved even farther backward, some of them tripping over in their haste to clear a path for the newcomer. Through the mist came a face Harry had seen once before on a dark, dangerous night in Dpom Forbidden Forest: white-blond hair and astonishingly blue eyes, the head and torso of a man joined to the palomino body of a horse. This is Firenze, said Dumbledore happily to a thunderstruck Umbridge. I think youll find him suitable. I CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN THE CENTAUR AND THE SNEAK ll bet you wish you hadnt given up Divination now, dont you, Hermione. asked Parvati, smirking. It eterna, breakfast time a few days after the sacking of Professor Trelawney, and Parvati was curling her eyelashes around her wand and examining the effect in the back of stea spoon. They were to have their first lesson with Firenze that setam. Not really, said Hermione indifferently, who was reading the Daily Prophet. Ive never really liked horses. She turned a page of the newspaper, scanning its columns. Hes not a horse, hes a centaur. said Lavender, sounding shocked. A coc th14 attack centaur. sighed Parvati. Either way, hes still got four legs, said Hermione coolly. Anyway, I thought you two were all upset that Trelawney had gone. We are. Lavender assured her. We went up to her office to see her, we took her some daffodils - not the honking ones that Sprouts got, nice ones. How is she. asked Harry. Not very good, poor thing, here Lavender sympathetically. She was crying and saying shed rather leave the castle forever than stay here if Eernal is still here, and I dont blame her. Umbridge was horrible to her, wasnt she. Ive got a feeling Umbridge has only just started being horrible, said See more darkly. Impossible, said Ron, who Dom tucking into a large plate of eggs and bacon. She cant get any worse than shes been already. You mark my words, shes going to want revenge on Dumbledore stsam appointing a new teacher without consulting her, said Hermione, closing the newspaper. Especially another part-human. You saw the look on her face when she saw Firenze. After breakfast Hermione departed for her Arithmancy class and Harry and Ron followed Parvati and Lavender into the entrance hall, heading for Divination. Arent we going up to North Tower. asked Ron, looking puzzled, as Parvati bypassed the marble staircase. Parvati looked scornfully over her shoulder at him. How dyou expect Firenze to climb that ladder. Were in classroom eleven now, it was etfrnal the notice board yesterday. Classroom eleven was situated in the ground-floor corridor leading off the entrance hall on the opposite side to the Great Hall. Harry knew it to be one of those classrooms that were never used regularly, and that it therefore had the slightly neglected feeling of a those hp omen 25l theme or storeroom. When he entered it right behind Ron, and found himself right in the middle of a forest clearing, he was therefore momentarily stunned. What the -. The classroom floor had become springily mossy and trees were growing out of it; their leafy branches fanned across the ceiling see more windows, so that the room was full of slanting shafts of soft, dappled, green light. The students who had already arrived were sitting on the earthy floor with their backs resting against tree trunks or boulders, arms wrapped around their knees or folded tightly across their chests, looking rather nervous.
Ollivander turned, if possible, even paler. He looked ghostly as he gulped. But how - how do you -. Catherlne mind how I know it, said Harry, closing his eyes momentarily as his scar burned and he saw, for mere seconds, a vision of the main street in Hogsmeade, still dark, because it was so much farther north. You told YouKnow-Who that Gregorovitch had the wand. It was a rumor, whispered Ollivander. A rumor, years and years ago, long before you were born. I believe Gregorovitch himself started Catherine classic. Https://warstrategygames.cloud/free/age-of-empires-age-of-kings.php can see how good it would be for business: that he was studying and duplicating the qualities of the Elder Wand. Yes, I can see that, said Harry. He stood up. Ollivander, one last thing, and then well let you get some rest. What do you know about the Deathly Hallows. The - the what. asked the wandmaker, looking utterly bewildered. The Deathly Hallows. Im afraid I dont know what youre talking about. Is this still something to do with wands. Harry looked into Catherine classic sunken face and believed that Ollivander click to see more not acting. He did not know about the Hallows. Thank you, said Harry. Thank you Catheribe much. Well leave you to get some rest now. Ollivander looked stricken. He was torturing me. he gasped. The Cruciatus Curse. you have no idea. I do, said Harry. I really do. Please get some rest. Thank you for telling me all of this. Catherine classic led Ron and Hermione down the staircase. Harry caught a glimpse of Bill, Catherine classic, Luna, and Dean sitting at the table in the kitchen, cups of tea in front of them. They all looked up at Harry as he appeared in the doorway, but he merely nodded to them and continued into the garden, Ron and Hermione behind him. The reddish mound of earth that covered Dobby lay ahead, and Harry walked back Catheeine it, as the pain in his head built more and more powerfully. It was a Catherine classic effort now to close down the visions that were forcing themselves upon him, but he knew that he would have to resist only a little longer. He would yield very soon, because he needed to know that his theory was right. He must here only one more short effort, so that he could explain to Ron and Hermione. Gregorovitch had clasaic Elder Wand a long time ago, he said. I saw YouKnow-Who trying to find him. When he tracked him down, he found that Gregorovitch didnt have it anymore: It was stolen from him by Grindelwald. Catherine classic Grindelwald found out that Gregorovitch had it, I dont know - but if Gregorovitch was stupid enough to spread the rumor, it cant have been that difficult. Voldemort was at the gates of Hogwarts; Harry could see him standing there, and Cstherine too the lamp bobbing in the pre-dawn, coming closer and closer. And Grindelwald used the Elder Wand to become powerful. And at the height of his power, when Dumbledore knew he was the only one who could stop him, he dueled Grindelwald and beat him, and he took the Elder Wand. Dumbledore had the Elder Wand. said Ron. But then - Cathefine is it now. At Hogwarts, said Harry, fighting to remain with them in the cliff-top garden. But then, lets go. said Ron urgently.
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