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Mum. dont. Mum, get a grip. he muttered, trying to push her away. She let go of him and said breathlessly, Well, what will it be. We gave Percy an owl, but youve already got one, of course. W-what do you mean. said Ron, looking as though he did not dare believe his ears. Youve got to have a reward for this. said Mrs. Weasley fondly. How about a nice new set of dress Poppy playtime steam. Weve already bought him some, said Fred sourly, who looked as though he sincerely regretted this generosity. Or a new cauldron, Charlies old ones rusting through, or a new rat, you always liked Scabbers - Mum, said Ron hopefully, can I have a new broom. Mrs. Weasleys face fell slightly; broomsticks were expensive. Not a really good one. Ron hastened to add. Just - just a new one for a change. Mrs. Weasley hesitated, then smiled. Of course you can. Well, Id better get going if Ive got a broom to buy too. Ill see you all later. Little Ronnie, a prefect. And dont forget to pack your trunks. A prefect. Oh, Im all of a dither. She gave Ron yet another kiss on the cheek, sniffed loudly, and bustled from the room. Fred and George exchanged looks. You dont mind if we dont kiss you, do you, Ron. said Fred in a falsely anxious voice. We could curtsy, if you like, said George. Oh, shut up, said Ron, scowling at them. Or what. said Fred, an evil grin spreading across his face. Going to put us in detention. Id love to see him try, sniggered George. He could if you dont watch out. said Hermione angrily, at which Fred and George burst out laughing and Ron muttered, Drop it, Hermione. Were going to have to watch our step, George, said Fred, pretending to tremble, with these two on our case. Yeah, it looks like our law-breaking days are finally over, said George, shaking his head. And with another loud crack, the twins Disapparated. Those two. said Hermione furiously, staring up at the ceiling, through which they could now hear Fred and George roaring with source in the room upstairs. Dont pay any attention to them, Ron, theyre only jealous. I dont think they are, said Ron doubtfully, also looking up at the ceiling. Theyve always said only prats become prefects. Still, he added on a happier note, theyve never had new brooms. I wish I could go with Mum and choose. Shell never be able to afford a Nimbus, but theres the new Cleansweep out, thatd be great. Yeah, I think Ill go and tell her I like the Cleansweep, just so she knows. He dashed from the room, leaving Harry and Hermione alone. For some reason, Harry found that he did not want to look at Hermione. He turned to his bed, picked up the pile of clean robes Mrs. Weasley had laid upon it, and crossed the room to his trunk. Harry. said Hermione tentatively. Well done, said Harry, so heartily it did not sound like his voice at all, and still not looking at her. Brilliant. Prefect. Great. Thanks, said Hermione. Erm - Harry - could I borrow Hedwig so I can tell Mum and Dad. Theyll be really pleased - I mean, prefect is something they can understand - Yeah, no problem, said Harry, still in the horrible hearty voice that did not belong to him. Take her. He leaned over his trunk, laid the robes on the bottom of it, and pretended to be rummaging for something while Hermione crossed to the wardrobe and called Hedwig down. A few moments passed; Harry heard the door close but remained bent double, listening; the only sounds he could hear were the blank picture on the wall sniggering again and the wastepaper basket in the corner coughing up the owl droppings. He straightened up and looked behind him. Hermione and Hedwig had gone. Harry returned slowly to his bed and sank onto it, gazing unseeingly at the foot of the wardrobe. He had forgotten completely about prefects being chosen in the fifth year. He had been too anxious about the possibility of being expelled to spare a thought for the fact that badges must be winging their way toward certain people. But if he had remembered. if he had thought about it. what would he have expected. Not this, said a small and truthful voice inside his head. Harry screwed up his face and buried it in his hands. He could not lie to himself; if he had known the prefect badge was on its way, he would have expected it to come to him, not Ron. Did this make him as arrogant as Draco Malfoy. Did he think himself superior to everyone else. Did he really believe he was better than Ron. No, said the small voice defiantly. Was that true. Harry wondered, anxiously probing his own feelings. Im better at Quidditch, said the voice. But Im not better at anything else. That was definitely true, Harry thought; he was no better than Ron in lessons. But what about outside lessons. What about those adventures he, Ron, and Hermione had had together since they had started at Hogwarts, often risking much worse than expulsion. Well, Ron and Hermione were with me most of the time, said the voice in Harrys head. Not all the time, though, Harry argued with himself. They didnt fight Quirrell with me. They didnt take on Riddle and the basilisk. They didnt get rid of all those dementors the night Sirius escaped. They werent in that graveyard with me, the night Voldemort returned. And the same feeling of ill usage that had overwhelmed him on the night he had arrived rose again. Ive definitely done more, Harry thought indignantly. Ive done more than either of them. But maybe, said the small voice fairly, maybe Dumbledore learn more here choose prefects because theyve got themselves into a load of dangerous situations. Maybe he chooses them for other reasons. Ron must have something you dont. Harry opened his eyes and stared through his fingers at the wardrobes clawed feet, remembering what Fred had said. No one in their right mind would make Ron a prefect. Harry gave a small snort of laughter. A second later he felt sickened with himself. Ron had not asked Dumbledore to give him the prefect badge. This was not Rons fault. Was he, Harry, Rons best friend in the world, going to sulk because he didnt have a badge, laugh with the twins behind Rons back, ruin this for Ron when, for the first time, he had beaten Harry at something. At this point Harry heard Rons footsteps on the stairs again. He stood up, straightened his glasses, and hitched a grin onto his face as Ron bounded back through the door. Just caught her. he said happily. She says shell get the Cleansweep if she can. Cool, Harry said, and he was relieved to hear that his voice had stopped sounding hearty. Listen - Ron - well done, mate. The continue reading faded off Rons face. I never thought it would be me. he said, shaking his head, I thought it would be you. Nah, Ive caused too much trouble, Harry said, echoing Fred. Yeah, said Ron, yeah, I suppose. Well, wed better get our trunks packed, hadnt we. It was odd how widely their possessions seemed to have scattered themselves since they had arrived. It took them most of the afternoon to retrieve their books and belongings from all over the house and stow them back inside their school trunks. Harry noticed that Ron kept moving his prefects badge around, first placing it on his bedside table, then putting it into his jeans pocket, then taking it out and laying it on his folded robes, as though to see the effect of the red on the black. Only when Fred and George dropped in and offered to attach it to his forehead with a Permanent Sticking Charm did he wrap it tenderly in his maroon socks and lock it in his trunk. Mrs. Weasley returned from Diagon Alley around six oclock, laden with books and carrying a long package wrapped in thick brown paper that Ron took from her with a moan of longing. Never mind unwrapping it now, people are arriving search word dinner, I want you all downstairs, she said, but the moment she was out of sight Ron ripped off the paper in a frenzy and examined every inch of his new broom, an ecstatic expression on his face. Down in the basement Mrs. Weasley had hung a scarlet banner over the heavily laden dinner table, which read CONGRATULATIONS RON AND HERMIONE - NEW PREFECTS. She looked in a better mood than Harry had seen her all holiday. I thought wed have a little party, not a sit-down dinner, she told Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny as they entered the room. Your father and Bill are on their way, Ron, Ive sent them both owls and theyre thrilled, she added, beaming. Fred rolled Poppy playtime steam eyes. Sirius, Lupin, Tonks, and Kingsley Shacklebolt were already there and Mad-Eye Moody stumped in shortly after Harry had got himself a butterbeer. Oh, Alastor, I am glad youre here, said Mrs. Weasley brightly, as MadEye shrugged off his traveling cloak. Weve been wanting to ask you for ages - could you have a look in the writing desk in the drawing room and tell us whats inside it. We havent wanted to open it just in case its something really nasty. No problem, Molly. Moodys electric-blue eye swiveled upward and stared fixedly through the ceiling of the kitchen. Drawing room. he growled, as the pupil contracted. Desk in the corner. Yeah, I see it. Yeah, its a boggart. Want me to go up and get rid of it, Molly. No, no, Ill do it myself later, beamed Mrs. Weasley. You have your drink. Were having a little bit of a celebration, actually. She gestured at the scarlet banner. Fourth prefect in the family. she said fondly, ruffling Rons hair. Prefect, eh. growled Moody, his normal eye on Ron and his magical eye swiveling around to gaze into the side of his head. Harry had the very uncomfortable feeling it was looking at him and moved away read more Sirius and Lupin. Well, congratulations, said Moody, still glaring at Ron with his normal eye, authority figures always attract trouble, but I suppose Dumbledore thinks you can check this out most major jinxes or he wouldnt have appointed you. Ron looked rather pc games 2022 at this view of the matter but was saved the trouble of responding by the arrival of his father and eldest brother. Mrs. Weasley was in such a good mood she did not even complain that they had brought Mundungus with them too; he was wearing a long overcoat that seemed oddly lumpy in unlikely places and declined the offer to remove it and put it with Moodys traveling cloak. Well, I think a toast is in order, said Mr. Weasley, when everyone had a drink. He raised his goblet. To Ron and Hermione, the new Gryffindor prefects. Ron and Hermione beamed as everyone drank to them and then applauded. I was never a prefect myself, said Tonks brightly from behind Harry as everybody moved toward the table to help themselves to food. Her hair was tomato-red and waist length today; she looked like Ginnys older sister. My Head of House said I lacked certain necessary qualities. Like what. said Ginny, who was choosing a baked potato. Like the ability to behave myself, said Tonks. Ginny laughed; Hermione looked as though she did not know whether to smile or not and compromised by taking an extra large gulp of butterbeer and choking on it. What about you, Sirius. Ginny asked, thumping Hermione on the back. Sirius, who was right beside Harry, let out his usual barklike laugh. No one would have made me a prefect, I spent too much time in detention with James. Lupin was the good boy, he got the badge. I think Dumbledore might have hoped that I would be able to exercise some control over my best friends, said Lupin. I need scarcely say that I failed dismally. Harrys mood suddenly lifted. His father had not been a prefect either. All at once the party seemed much more enjoyable; he loaded up his plate, feeling unusually fond of everyone in the room. Ron was rhapsodizing about his new broom to anybody who would listen. naught to seventy in ten seconds, not bad, is it. When you think the Comet Two Ninetys only naught to sixty and thats with a decent tailwind according to Which Broomstick. Hermione was talking very earnestly to Lupin about her view of elf rights. I mean, its the same kind of nonsense as werewolf segregation, isnt it. It all stems from this horrible thing wizards have of thinking theyre superior to other creatures. Mrs. Weasley and Bill were having their usual argument about Bills hair. getting really out of hand, and youre so good-looking, it would look much better shorter, wouldnt it, Harry. Oh - I dunno - said Harry, slightly alarmed at being asked his opinion; he slid away from them in the direction of Fred and George, who were huddled in a corner with Mundungus. Mundungus stopped talking when he saw Harry, but Fred winked and beckoned Harry closer. Its okay, he told Mundungus, we can trust Harry, hes our financial backer. Look what Dungs gotten us, said George, holding out his hand to Harry. It was full of what looked like shriveled black pods. A faint rattling noise was coming from them, even though they were completely stationary. Venomous Tentacula seeds, said George. We need them for the Skiving Snackboxes but theyre a Class C Non-Tradeable Substance so weve been having a bit of trouble getting hold of them. Ten Galleons the lot, then, Dung. said Fred. Wiv all the trouble I went to to get em. said Mundungus, his saggy, bloodshot eyes stretching even wider. Im sorry, lads, but Im not taking a Knut under twenty. Dung likes his little joke, Fred said to Harry. Yeah, his best one so far has been six Sickles for a bag of knarl quills, said George. Be careful, Harry warned them quietly. What. said Fred. Mums busy cooing over Prefect Ron, were okay. But Moody could have his eye on you, Harry pointed out. Mundungus looked nervously over his shoulder. Good point, that, he grunted. All right, lads, ten it is, if youll take em quick. Cheers, Harry. said Fred delightedly, when Mundungus had emptied his pockets into the twins outstretched hands and scuttled off toward the food. Wed better get these upstairs. Harry watched them go, feeling slightly uneasy. It had just occurred to him that Mr. and Mrs. Weasley would want to know how Fred and George were link their joke shop business when, as was inevitable, they finally found out about it. Giving the twins his Triwizard winnings had seemed a simple thing to do at the time, but what if it led to another family row and a Percylike estrangement. Would Mrs. Weasley still feel that Harry was as good as her son if she found out he had made it possible for Fred and George to start a career she thought quite unsuitable. Standing where the twins had left him with nothing but a guilty weight in the pit of his stomach for company, Harry caught the sound of his own name. Kingsley Shacklebolts deep voice was audible even over the surrounding chatter. why Dumbledore didnt make Potter a prefect. said Kingsley. Hell have had his reasons, replied Lupin. But it wouldve shown confidence in him. Its what Idve done, persisted Kingsley, specially with the Daily Prophet having a go at him every few days. Harry did not look around; he did not want Lupin or Kingsley to know he had heard. He followed Mundungus back toward the table, though not remotely hungry. His pleasure in the party had evaporated as quickly as it had come; he wished he were upstairs in bed. Mad-Eye Moody was sniffing at a chicken leg with what remained of his nose; evidently he could not detect any trace of poison, because he then tore a strip off it with his teeth. the handles made of Spanish oak with anti-jinx varnish and in-built vibration control - Ron was saying to Tonks. Mrs. Weasley yawned widely. Well, I think Ill sort out that boggart before I turn in.

People from all over. Loads of foreigners. And not just foreigners. Weirdos, you know. Theres a bloke walking round in a kilt and a poncho. Shouldnt he. said Mr. Weasley anxiously. Its like some sort of. I dunno. like some sort of rally, said Mr. Roberts. They all seem to know each other. Like a big party. At that moment, a wizard in plus-fours appeared out of thin air next to Mr. Robertss front door. Mahjong connect. he said sharply, pointing his wand at Mr. Roberts. Instantly, Mr. Robertss eyes slid out of focus, his brows unknitted, and a look of dreamy unconcern fell over his face. Harry recognized the symptoms of one who had just had his memory modified. A map of the campsite for you, Mr. Roberts said placidly to Mr. Weasley. And your change. Thanks very much, said Mr. Weasley. The wizard in plus-fours accompanied them toward the gate to the campsite. He looked exhausted: His chin was blue with stubble and there were deep purple shadows under his eyes. Once out of earshot of Mr. Roberts, he muttered to Mr. Weasley, Been having a lot of trouble with him. Needs a Memory Charm ten times a day to keep him happy. And Ludo Bagmans not helping. Trotting around talking about Bludgers and Quaffles at the top of his voice, not a worry about anti-Muggle security. Blimey, Ill be crossword when this is over. See you later, Arthur. He Disapparated. I thought Mr. Bagman was Head of Magical Games and Sports, said Ginny, looking surprised. He should know better than to talk about Bludgers near Muggles, shouldnt he. He should, said Mr. Weasley, smiling, and leading them through the gates into Mahjong connect campsite, but Ludos always been a bit. well. lax about security. You couldnt wish for a more enthusiastic Head of the sports department though. He played Quidditch for England himself, you know. And he was the best Beater the Wimbourne Wasps ever had. They trudged up the misty field between long rows of tents. Most looked almost ordinary; their owners had clearly tried to make them as Muggle-like as possible, but had slipped up by adding chimneys, or bellpulls, or weather vanes. However, here and there was a tent so obviously magical that Harry could hardly be surprised that Mr. Roberts was getting suspicious. Halfway up the field stood an extravagant confection of striped silk like a Mahjong connect palace, with several live peacocks tethered at the entrance. A little farther on they passed a tent that had three floors and several turrets; and a short way beyond that was a tent that had a front garden attached, complete with birdbath, sundial, and fountain. Always the same, said Mr. Weasley, smiling. We cant resist showing off when we get together. Ah, here we are, look, this is us. They had reached the very edge of the wood at the top of the field, and here was an empty space, with a small sign hammered into the ground that read WEEZLY. Couldnt have a better spot. said Mr. Weasley happily. The field is just on the other side of the wood there, were as close as we could be. He hoisted his backpack from his shoulders. Right, he said excitedly, no magic allowed, strictly speaking, not when were out in these numbers on Muggle land. Well be putting these tents up by hand. Shouldnt be too difficult. Muggles do it read article the time. Here, Harry, where do you reckon we should start. Harry had never been camping pc dark souls remastered his life; the Dursleys had never taken him on any kind of holiday, preferring to leave Mahjong connect with Mrs. Figg, an old neighbor. However, he and Hermione worked out where most of the poles and pegs should go, and though Mr. Weasley was more of a hindrance than a help, because he got thoroughly overexcited when it came to using the mallet, they finally the awakens pc to erect a pair of shabby two-man tents. All of them stood back to admire their handiwork. Nobody looking at these tents would guess they belonged to wizards, Harry thought, but the trouble was that once Bill, Charlie, and Click here arrived, they would be a party of ten. Hermione seemed to have spotted this problem too; she gave Harry a quizzical look as Mr. Weasley dropped to his hands and knees and entered the first tent. Well be a bit cramped, he called, but I think well all squeeze in. Come and have a look. Harry bent down, ducked under the tent flap, and felt his jaw drop. He had walked into what looked like an old-fashioned, three-room flat, complete with bathroom and kitchen. Oddly enough, it was furnished in exactly the same sort of style as Mrs. Figgs house: There were crocheted covers on the mismatched chairs and a strong smell of cats. Well, its not for long, said Mr. Weasley, mopping his bald patch with a handkerchief and peering in at the four bunk beds that stood in the bedroom. I borrowed this from Perkins at the office. Doesnt camp much anymore, poor fellow, hes got lumbago. He picked up the dusty kettle and peered inside it. Well need water. Theres a tap marked on this map the Muggle gave us, said Ron, who had followed Harry inside the tent and seemed completely unimpressed by its extraordinary inner proportions. Its on the other side of the field.

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