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And what has Dumbledore told you, Harry. Sorry, but thats between us, said Harry. He kept his voice as pleasant as he could, and Scrimgeours tone, too, was light and friendly as he said, Oh, of course, if its a question of confidences, I wouldnt want you to divulge. no, no. and in any case, does it really matter whether you are the Chosen One or not. Harry had to mull that one over for a few seconds before responding. Click at this page dont really know what you mean, Minister. Well, of course, to you it will matter enormously, said Scrimgeour with a laugh. But to the Wizarding community at large. https://warstrategygames.cloud/best/th-13-best-base.php all perception, isnt it. Its what people believe thats important. Harry said nothing. He thought he saw, dimly, play games they were heading, but he was not going to help Scrimgeour get there. The gnome under the rhododendron was now digging for worms at its roots, and Harry kept his eyes fixed upon it. People believe you are the Chosen One, you see, said Scrimgeour. They think you quite the hero - which, of course, you are, Harry, chosen or not. How many times have you faced He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named now. Well, anyway, he pressed on, without waiting for a reply, the point is, you are a symbol of hope for many, Harry. The idea that there is somebody out there who might be able, who might even be destined, to destroy He-WhoMust-Not-Be-Named - well, naturally, it gives people a lift. And I cant help but feel that, once you realize this, you might consider it, well, almost a duty, to stand alongside the Ministry, and give everyone a boost. The gnome had just managed to get hold of a worm. It was now tugging very hard on it, trying to get it out of the frozen ground. Harry was silent so long that Scrimgeour said, looking from Harry to the gnome, Funny little chaps, arent they. But what say you, Harry. I dont exactly understand Payday 2 steam you want, said Payday 2 steam slowly. Stand alongside the Ministry. What does that mean. Oh, well, nothing at all onerous, I assure you, said Scrimgeour. If you were to be seen popping in and out of the Ministry from time to click at this page, for instance, that would give the right impression. And of course, while you were there, you would have ample opportunity read article speak to Gawain Robards, my successor as Head of the Auror office. Dolores Umbridge has told me that you cherish an ambition to become an Auror. Well, that could be arranged very easily. Harry felt anger bubbling in the pit of his stomach: So Dolores Umbridge was still at the Ministry, was she. So basically, he said, as though he just wanted to clarify a few points, youd like to give the impression that Im working for the Ministry. It would give everyone a lift to think you were more involved, Harry, said Scrimgeour, sounding relieved that Harry had cottoned on so quickly. The Chosen One, you know. Its all about giving people hope, the feeling that exciting things are happening. But if I keep running in and out of the Ministry, said Harry, still endeavoring to keep his voice friendly, wont that seem as though I approve of what the Ministrys up to. Well, said Scrimgeour, frowning slightly, well, yes, thats partly why wed like - No, I dont think thatll work, said Harry pleasantly. You see, I dont like some of the things the Ministrys doing. Locking up Stan Shunpike, for instance. Scrimgeour did not speak for a moment but his expression hardened instantly. I would not expect you to understand, he said, and he was not as successful at keeping anger out of his voice as Harry had been. These are dangerous times, and certain measures need to pubg mobile pc tencent taken. You are sixteen years old - Dumbledores a lot older than sixteen, and he doesnt think Stan should be in Azkaban either, said Harry. Youre making Stan a scapegoat, just like you want to make me a mascot. They looked at each other, long and hard. Finally Scrimgeour said, with no pretense at warmth, I see. You prefer - like your hero, Click - to disassociate yourself from the Ministry. I dont want to be used, said Harry. Some would say its your duty to be used by the Ministry. Yeah, and others might say its your duty to check that people really are Death Eaters before you chuck them in prison, said Harry, his temper rising now. Youre doing what Barty Crouch did. You never get it right, you people, do you. Either weve got Fudge, pretending everythings lovely while people get murdered right under his nose, or weve got you, chucking the wrong people into jail and trying to pretend youve got the Chosen One working for you. So youre not the Chosen One. said Scrimgeour. I thought you said it didnt matter either way. said Harry, with a bitter laugh. Not to you anyway. I shouldnt have said that, said Scrimgeour quickly. It was tactless - No, it was honest, said Harry. One of the only honest things youve said to me. You dont care whether I live or die, but you do care that I help you convince everyone youre winning the war against Voldemort. I havent forgotten, Minister. He raised his right fist. There, shining white on the back of his cold hand, were the scars which Dolores Umbridge had forced him to carve into his own flesh: I must not tell lies. I dont remember you rushing to my defense when I was trying to tell everyone Voldemort was back. The Ministry wasnt so keen to be pals last year. They stood in silence as icy as the ground beneath their feet. The gnome had finally managed to extricate his worm and was now sucking on it happily, leaning against the bottommost branches of the rhododendron bush. What is Dumbledore up to. said Scrimgeour brusquely. Where does he go when he is absent from Hogwarts. No idea, said Harry. And you wouldnt tell me if you knew, said Scrimgeour, would you. No, I wouldnt, said Harry. Well, then, I shall have to see whether I cant find out by other means. You can try, said Harry indifferently. But you seem cleverer than Fudge, so Id have thought youd have learned from his mistakes. He tried interfering at Hogwarts. You might have noticed hes not Minister anymore, but Dumbledores still headmaster. Id leave Dumbledore alone, if I were you. There was a long pause. Well, it is clear to me that he has done a very good job on you, said Scrimgeour, his eyes cold and hard behind his wire-rimmed glasses. Dumbledores man through and through, arent you, Potter. Yeah, I am, said Harry. Glad we straightened that out. And turning his back on the Minister of Magic, he strode back toward the house. L CHAPTER SEVENTEEN A SLUGGISH MEMORY ate in the afternoon, a few days after New Year, Harry, Ron, and Ginny lined up beside the kitchen fire to return to Hogwarts. The Ministry had arranged this one-off connection to the Floo Network to return students quickly and safely to the school. Only Mrs. Weasley was there to say goodbye, as Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, Bill, and Fleur were all at work. Mrs. Weasley dissolved into tears at the moment of parting. Admittedly, it took very little to set her off lately; she had been crying on and off ever since Percy had stormed from the house on Christmas Day with his glasses splattered with mashed parsnip (for which Fred, George, and Ginny all claimed credit). Dont cry, Mum, said Ginny, patting her on the back as Mrs. Weasley sobbed into her shoulder. Its okay. Yeah, dont worry about us, said Ron, permitting his mother to plant a very wet kiss on his cheek, or about Percy. Hes such a prat, its not really a loss, is it. Mrs. Weasley sobbed harder than ever as she enfolded Harry in her arms. Promise me youll look after yourself. Stay out of trouble. I always do, Mrs. Weasley, said Harry. I like a quiet life, you know me. She gave a watery chuckle and stood back. Be good, then, all of you. Harry stepped into the emerald fire and shouted Hogwarts. He had one last fleeting view of the Weasleys kitchen and Mrs. Weasleys tearful face before the flames engulfed him; spinning very fast, he caught blurred glimpses of other Wizarding rooms, which were whipped out of sight before he could get a proper thanks gta online steam pity then he was slowing down, finally stopping squarely in the fireplace in Professor McGonagalls office. She barely glanced up from her work as he clambered out over the grate. Evening, Potter. Try not to get too much ash on the carpet. No, Professor. Harry straightened his glasses and flattened his hair as Ron came spinning into view. When Ginny had arrived, all three of them trooped out of McGonagalls office and off toward Gryffindor Tower. Harry glanced out of the corridor windows as they passed; the sun was already sinking over grounds carpeted in deeper snow than had lain over the Burrow garden. In the distance, he could see Hagrid feeding Buckbeak in front of his cabin. Baubles, said Ron confidently, when they reached the Fat Lady, who was looking rather paler than usual and winced at his loud voice. No, she said. What dyou mean, no. There is a new password, she said. And please dont shout. But weve been away, howre we supposed to -. Harry. Ginny. Hermione was hurrying toward them, very pink-faced and wearing a cloak, hat, and gloves. I got back a couple of hours ago, Ive just been down to visit Hagrid and Buck - I mean Witherwings, she said breathlessly. Did you have a good Christmas. Yeah, said Ron at once, pretty eventful, Rufus Scrim - Ive got something for you, Harry, said Hermione, neither looking at Ron nor giving any sign that she had heard him. Oh, hang on - password. Abstinence. Precisely, said the Fat Lady in a feeble voice, and swung forward to reveal the portrait hole. Whats up with her. asked Harry. Overindulged over Christmas, apparently, said Hermione, rolling her Payday 2 steam as she led the way into the packed common room. She and her friend It takes two steam drank their way through all the wine in that picture of drunk monks down by the Charms corridor. Anyway. She rummaged in her pocket for a moment, then pulled out a scroll of parchment with Dumbledores writing on it. Great, said Harry, unrolling it at once to discover that his next lesson with Dumbledore was scheduled for the following night. Ive got loads to tell him - and you. Lets sit down - But at that moment there was a loud squeal of Won-Won. and Lavender Brown came hurtling out of nowhere and flung herself into Rons arms. Several onlookers sniggered; Hermione gave a tinkling laugh and said, Theres a table over here. Coming, Ginny. No, thanks, I said Id meet Dean, said Ginny, though Harry could not help noticing that she did not sound very enthusiastic. Leaving Ron and Lavender locked in a kind of vertical wrestling match, Harry led Hermione over to the spare table. So how was your Christmas. Oh, fine, she shrugged. Nothing special. How was it at Won-Wons. Ill tell you in a minute, said Harry. Look, Hermione, cant you -. No, I cant, she said flatly. So dont even ask. I thought maybe, you know, over Christmas - It was the Fat Lady who drank a vat of five-hundred-year-old wine, Harry, not me. So what was this important news you wanted to tell me. She looked too fierce to argue with at that moment, so Harry dropped the subject of Ron and recounted all that he had overheard between Malfoy and Snape. When he had finished, Hermione sat in thought for a moment and then said, Dont you think -. - he was pretending to offer help so that he could trick Malfoy into telling him what hes doing. Well, yes, said Hermione. Rons dad and Lupin think so, Harry said grudgingly. But this definitely proves Malfoys planning something, you cant deny that. 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The new term started next morning with a pleasant surprise for the sixth years: a large sign had been pinned to the common room notice boards overnight. APPARITION LESSONS If you are seventeen years of age, or will turn seventeen on or before the 31st August next, you are eligible for a twelve-week course of Apparition Lessons from a Ministry of Magic Apparition instructor. Please sign below if you would like to participate. Cost: 12 Galleons. Harry and Ron joined the crowd that was jostling around the notice and taking it in turns to write their names at the bottom. Ron was just taking out his quill to sign after Hermione when Lavender crept up behind him, slipped her hands over his eyes, and trilled, Guess who, Won-Won. Harry turned to see Hermione stalking off; he caught up with her, having no wish to stay behind with Ron and Lavender, but to his surprise, Ron caught up with them only a little way beyond the portrait hole, his ears bright red and his expression disgruntled. Without a word, Hermione sped up to walk with Neville. So - Apparition, said Ron, his tone making it perfectly plain that Harry was not to mention what had just happened. Learn more here be a laugh, eh. I dunno, said Harry. Maybe its better when you do it yourself, I didnt enjoy it much when Dumbledore took me along for the ride. I forgot youd already done it. Id better pass my test first time, said Ron, looking anxious. Fred and George did. Charlie failed, though, didnt he. Yeah, but Charlies bigger than me - Ron held his arms out from his body as though he was a gorilla - so Fred and George didnt go on about it much. not to his face anyway. When can we take the actual test. Soon as were seventeen. Thats only March for me. Yeah, but you wouldnt be able to Apparate in here, not in the castle. Not the point, is it. Everyone download flappy bird know Click to see more could Apparate if I wanted. Ron was not the only one to be excited at the prospect of Apparition. 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Whoa. whispered Seamus, and he, Dean, and Neville put their heads a little closer to hear what Apparition felt like. For the rest of the day, Harry was besieged with requests from the other sixth years to describe the sensation of Apparition. All of them seemed awed, rather than put off, when he told them how uncomfortable it was, and he was still answering detailed questions at ten to eight that evening, when he was forced to lie and say that he needed to return a book to the library, so as to escape in time for his lesson with Dumbledore. The lamps in Dumbledores office were lit, the portraits of previous headmasters were snoring gently in their frames, and the Pensieve was ready upon the desk once more. Dumbledores hands lay on either side of it, the right one as blackened and burnt-looking as ever. It did not seem to have healed at all and Harry wondered, for perhaps the hundredth time, what had caused such a distinctive injury, but did not ask; Dumbledore had said that he would know eventually and there was, in any case, another subject he wanted to discuss. But before Harry could say 2 quake about Snape and Malfoy, Dumbledore spoke. I hear that you met the Minister of Magic over Christmas. Yes, said Harry. Hes not very happy with me. No, sighed Dumbledore. He is not very happy with me either. We must try not to sink beneath our anguish, Harry, but battle on. Harry grinned. He wanted me to tell the Wizarding community that the Ministrys doing a wonderful job. Dumbledore smiled. It was Fudges idea originally, you know. During his last days in office, when he was trying desperately to cling to his post, he sought a meeting with you, hoping that you would give him your support - After everything Fudge did last year. said Harry angrily.
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Course e was on the Muggle news, Neville, where you been. He gave a superior sort of chuckle at the blank look on Harrys face, removed the front page, and handed it to Harry. You oughta read the papers more, Neville. Harry held the paper up to the candlelight and read: BLACK STILL AT LARGE Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner ever to be held in Azkaban fortress, is still eluding capture, the Ministry of Magic confirmed today. We are doing all we can to recapture Black, said the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, this morning, and we beg the magical community to remain calm. Fudge has been criticized by some members of the International Federation of Warlocks for informing the Muggle Prime Minister of the crisis. Well, really, I had to, dont you know, said an irritable Fudge. Black is mad. Hes a danger to anyone who crosses him, magic or Muggle. I have the Prime Ministers assurance that he will not breathe a word of Blacks true identity to anyone. 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