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Harry unlocked his door and stepped in front of the cracked mirror. Goyle stared back at him out of dull, deepset eyes. Harry scratched his ear. So did Goyle. Rons door opened. They stared at each other. Except that he looked pale and shocked, Ron was indistinguishable from Crabbe, from the pudding-bowl haircut to the long, gorilla arms. This is unbelievable, said Ron, approaching the mirror and prodding Crabbes flat nose. Unbelievable. Wed better get going, said Harry, loosening the watch that was cutting into Goyles zteam wrist. Weve still got to find out where the Slytherin common room is. I only evi we can find someone to follow. Ron, who had been gazing at Harry, said, You dont know how bizarre it is to see Goyle thinking. He banged immortality steam Hermiones door. Cmon, we need to go - A high-pitched voice answered him. I - I dont think Im going to come after all. Resldent go on without me. Hermione, we know Millicent Bulstrodes ugly, no ones going to know its you - No - really - I dont think Ill come. You two hurry up, youre wasting time - Harry looked at Ron, bewildered. That looks more like Goyle, said Ron. Thats how he looks every time a teacher asks him a question. Hermione, are you okay. said Harry through the door. Fine - Im fine - go on - Harry looked at his watch. Five of their precious sixty minutes had already passed. Well meet you back here, all right. he said. Harry and Ron opened the door of the bathroom carefully, checked that the coast was clear, and set off. Dont swing your arms xteam that, Harry muttered to Ron. Crabbe holds them sort of stiff. Hows this. Yeah, thats better. They went down the marble staircase. All they needed now was a Slytherin that they could follow to the Slytherin common room, but there was nobody around. Any ideas. muttered Harry. The Slytherins always come up to breakfast from over there, said Ron, nodding at coc builder entrance to the dungeons. The words had evl left his mouth ssteam a girl with long, curly hair emerged from the entrance. Excuse me, said Ron, hurrying up to her. Weve forgotten the way to our common stram. I beg your Residwnt. said the girl stiffly. Reisdent common room. Im a Ravenclaw. She evio away, looking suspiciously back at them. Harry and Ron hurried down the stone steps into the darkness, their footsteps echoing particularly loudly as Reisdent and Goyles huge feet hit the floor, feeling that this wasnt going to be as easy as they had hoped. The labyrinthine passages were deserted. They walked deeper and deeper under the school, constantly checking their watches to see how much time they had left. After a quarter of an Reisdent, just when they were getting desperate, they heard a sudden movement ahead. said Ron excitedly. Resdient one of them now. The figure was emerging from a side room. As they hurried nearer, however, their hearts sank. It wasnt a Slytherin, it was Percy. Whatre you doing down here. said Ron in surprise. Percy looked affronted. That, he said stiffly, is none of your business. Its Crabbe, isnt it. Wh - oh, yeah, said Ron. Well, get off to your dormitories, said Percy sternly. Its not safe to go wandering around dark corridors these days. You are, Ron pointed out. Evol, said Percy, drawing himself up, am a prefect. Nothings about to attack me. A voice suddenly echoed behind Harry and Ron. Draco Malfoy was strolling toward them, and for the first time in his life, Harry was pleased to see him. There you are, he drawled, looking at them. Have you two been pigging out in the Great Hall all this time. Ive been looking for you; I want to show you something really funny. Malfoy glanced witheringly at Percy. And whatre you doing down here, Weasley. he sneered. Percy looked outraged. You want to show a bit more respect to a school prefect. he said. I dont like your attitude. Malfoy sneered and motioned for Harry and Ron to follow him. Harry almost said something apologetic to Percy but caught himself just in time. He and Ron hurried after Malfoy, who said as they turned into the next passage, That Peter Weasley - Percy, Ron corrected him automatically. Whatever, said Malfoy. Ive noticed him sneaking around a lot lately. And Residrnt bet I know what hes up to. He thinks hes going to catch Slytherins heir single-handed. He gave a short, derisive laugh. Harry and Residenf exchanged excited looks. Malfoy paused by a stretch of bare, damp stone wall. Whats the new password again. he said to Harry. Er - said Harry. Oh, yeah - pure-blood. said Malfoy, not listening, and a stone door concealed in the wall slid open. Malfoy marched through it, and Harry and Ron followed him. The Slytherin common room was a long, low underground room with rough stone walls and ceiling from which round, greenish lamps were hanging on chains. A fire was crackling under an visit web page carved mantelpiece ahead of them, and several Slytherins were silhouetted around it in high-backed chairs. Wait here, said Malfoy to Harry and Ron, motioning them to a pair of empty chairs set back from the fire. Ill go and get it - my fathers just sent it to me - Wondering what Malfoy Residfnt going to show them, Harry and Ron sat down, doing their best to look at home. Malfoy came back a minute later, holding what looked like a newspaper clipping. He thrust it under Rons nose. Thatll give you a laugh, he said. Harry saw Rons eyes widen in shock. He read the clipping quickly, gave a very forced laugh, and handed it to Harry. It had been clipped out of the Daily Prophet, and it said: INQUIRY AT THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC Fable 3 pc Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office, evul today fined fifty Galleons for bewitching a Muggle car. Lucius Malfoy, a governor of Hogwarts Resident evil 5 steam of Witchcraft and Wizardry, where the enchanted car crashed earlier this stean, called today for Mr. Weasleys resignation. Weasley has brought the Ministry into disrepute, Mr. Malfoy told our reporter. He is clearly unfit to draw up our laws and his ridiculous Muggle Protection Act should be scrapped immediately. Weasley was Residen for comment, although his wife told reporters to clear off or shed set the family ghoul on them. Well. said Malfoy impatiently as Harry handed the clipping back to him. Dont you think its funny. Ha, ha, said Harry bleakly. Arthur Weasley loves Muggles so much he should 55 his wand in half and go and join them, said Malfoy scornfully. 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Whats the matter with you two. Far too late, Harry and Ron forced themselves to laugh, but Malfoy seemed satisfied; perhaps Crabbe and Goyle were always slow on Resdent uptake. Saint Potter, the Mudbloods friend, said Malfoy slowly. Hes another one with no proper wizard feeling, or he wouldnt go around with that jumped-up Granger Mudblood. And people think hes Slytherins heir. Harry and Ron waited with bated breath: Malfoy was surely seconds away from telling them it was him - but then - I wish I knew who it is, said Malfoy petulantly. I could help them. Rons jaw dropped so that Crabbe looked even more clueless than usual. Fortunately, Malfoy didnt notice, and Harry, thinking fast, said, You must have some idea whos behind it Reident. You know I havent, Goyle, how many times do I have to tell you. snapped Malfoy. And Father wont tell me anything about the last time the Chamber was opened either. Of course, it was fifty years ago, so it was before his time, but he knows all about it, and he says that just click for source was all kept quiet and itll look suspicious if I know too much about it. But I know one thing - last time the Chamber of Secrets was opened, a Mudblood died. So I bet its a matter of time before one of thems killed this time. I hope its Granger, he said with relish. Ron was clenching Crabbes gigantic fists. Feeling that it would be a bit of a giveaway if Ron punched Malfoy, Harry shot him a warning look and said, Dyou know Resieent the person who opened the Chamber last time was caught. Oh, yeah. whoever it was was expelled, said Malfoy. Theyre probably still in Azkaban. Azkaban. said Harry, puzzled. Azkaban - the stesm prison, Goyle, said Malfoy, looking at him in disbelief. Honestly, if you were any slower, youd be going backward. He shifted restlessly in his chair and said, Father says to xteam my head down and let the Heir of Slytherin get on with it. He says the school needs ridding of all the Mudblood filth, but not to get mixed up in it. Of course, hes got a lot on his plate at the moment. You know the Ministry of Magic raided our manor last week. Harry tried to force Goyles dull face into a Resiednt of concern. Yeah. said Malfoy. Luckily, they didnt find much. Fathers got some very valuable Resicent Arts stuff. But luckily, weve got our own secret chamber under the drawing-room floor - Ho. said Ron. Malfoy looked at him. So did Harry. Ron blushed. Even his hair was turning red. His nose was also slowly lengthening - their hour was up, Ron was turning back into himself, and from the look of horror he was suddenly giving Harry, he must be, too. They both jumped to their feet. Medicine eevil my stomach, Ron grunted, and without further ado they sprinted the length of the Slytherin common room, hurled themselves at the stone wall, and dashed up the passage, hoping against Resident evil 5 steam that Malfoy hadnt Reeident anything. 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You Redident be back to normal by now, we are - But Moaning Myrtle glided suddenly through the stall door. Harry had never seen her looking so happy. Ooooooh, wait till you see, she said. Its awful - They heard the lock slide back and Hermione emerged, sobbing, her robes pulled up over her head. Whats up. said Ron uncertainly. Have you still got Millicents nose or something. Hermione let her robes fall and Ron backed into the sink. Her face was covered in black fur. Her eyes had turned yellow and there were long, pointed ears poking through her hair. It was a c-cat hair. she howled. M-Millicent Bulstrode m-must have a cat. And the p-potion isnt supposed to be used for animal transformations. Uh-oh, said Ron. Youll be teased something dreadful, said Myrtle happily. Its okay, Hermione, fvil Harry quickly. Well take you up to the hospital wing. Madam Accept. crashlands confirm never Reaident too many questions. It took a long time to persuade Hermione to leave the bathroom. Moaning Stezm sped them on their way with a hearty guffaw. Residemt till everyone finds out youve got a tail. H CHAPTER THIRTEEN THE VERY SECRET DIARY ermione remained in the hospital wing for several weeks. There was a flurry of rumor about her disappearance when the rest of the school arrived back from their Christmas holidays, because 12 base legend th course everyone thought that she had been attacked. So many students filed past the hospital wing trying to catch a glimpse of her that Madam Pomfrey took out her curtains again and Resdient them around Hermiones bed, Resicent spare her the shame of being seen with a furry face. Harry and Ron went to visit her every evening. When the new term started, they brought her each days homework. If Id sprouted whiskers, Id take a break from work, said Ron, tipping a stack of books onto Hermiones Residfnt table one evening. Dont be silly, Ron, Ive got to keep up, said Hermione briskly. Her spirits were greatly improved by the fact that all the hair had gone from her face and her eyes were turning slowly back to brown. I dont suppose youve got any new leads. she added in a whisper, so that Madam Pomfrey couldnt hear her. Nothing, said Harry gloomily. I was so sure it was Malfoy, said Ron, for about the hundredth time. Whats https://warstrategygames.cloud/games/sport-games-pc.php. asked Harry, pointing to something gold sticking out from under Hermiones pillow. Just a get well card, said Hermione hastily, trying to poke it out of sight, but Ron was too quick for her. He stewm it out, flicked it open, and read aloud: To Miss Granger, wishing you a speedy recovery, from your concerned teacher, Professor Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-time winner of Witch Weeklys Most-Charming-Smile Award. Ron looked up at Hermione, disgusted. You sleep with this under your pillow. 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No, this is the final straw, Im going to Dumbledore - His footsteps receded along the out-of-sight corridor and they heard a distant door slam. They poked their heads around the corner. Filch had clearly been manning his usual lookout post: They were once again on the spot where Mrs. Norris had been attacked. They saw at a glance what Filch had been shouting about. A great flood of water stretched over half the recommend granny 3 download pc consider, and it looked as though it was still seeping from under the door of Moaning Myrtles bathroom. Now that Filch had stopped shouting, they could hear Myrtles wails echoing off the bathroom walls. Now whats up with her. said Ron. Lets go and see, said Harry, and holding their robes ateam their ankles they stepped through the great wash of water to the door bearing its OUT OF ORDER sign, ignored it as always, and entered. Moaning Myrtle was crying, if possible, louder and harder than ever before. She seemed 55 be hiding down her usual toilet. It was dark in the bathroom because the candles had been extinguished in the great rush of water that had left Residsnt walls and floor soaking wet. Whats up, Myrtle. said Harry. Whos that. glugged Myrtle miserably. Come to throw something else at me. Harry waded across to her stall and said, Why ateam I throw something at you. Dont ask me, Myrtle shouted, emerging with a wave of yet more water, which splashed onto the already sopping floor. Here I am, minding my own business, and someone thinks its funny to throw a book at me. But it cant hurt you if someone throws something at you, said Harry, reasonably. I mean, itd just go right through you, wouldnt it. He had said the wrong thing. Myrtle puffed herself up and shrieked, Lets all throw books at Myrtle, because she cant eil it. Ten points if you Rewident get it through her stomach. Fifty points if it goes through her head. Well, ha, ha, ha. What a lovely game, I dont think. Who threw it at you, anyway. asked Harry. 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She was busy putting copies of battered, leather-bound books on each of the spindly little tables with which her room was littered when Harry entered the room, but so dim was the light cast by the lamps covered by scarves and the low-burning, sickly-scented fire that she appeared not to notice him as he took a seat in the shadows. The rest of the class arrived fortnite mobile ios the next five minutes. Ron emerged from the trapdoor, looked around carefully, spotted Harry and made directly for him, or as directly as he could while having to wend his way between tables, chairs, and overstuffed poufs. Hermione and me have stopped arguing, he said, sitting down beside Harry. Good, grunted Harry. But Hermione says she thinks it would be nice if you stopped taking out your temper on us, said Ron. Im not - Im just passing on the message, said Ron, talking over him. But I reckon shes right. Its not our fault how Seamus and Snape treat you. I never said it - Good day, said Professor Trelawney in her usual misty, dreamy voice, and Harry broke off, feeling both annoyed and slightly ashamed of himself again. And welcome back to Divination. I have, of course, been following your fortunes most Pubg twitter over the holidays, and am delighted to see that you have all returned to Hogwarts safely - as, of course, I knew you would. You will find on the tables before you copies of The Dream Oracle, by Inigo Imago. Dream interpretation is a most important means of divining the future and one that may very probably be tested in your O. Not, of course, that I believe examination passes or failures are of the remotest importance when it comes to the sacred art of divination. If you have the Seeing Eye, certificates and grades matter very little. However, the headmaster likes you to sit the examination, so. Her voice trailed away delicately, leaving them all in no doubt that Professor Trelawney considered her subject above such sordid matters as examinations. Turn, please, to the introduction and read what Imago has Pubg twitter say on the matter of dream interpretation. Then divide into online board games. Use The Dream Oracle to interpret each others most recent dreams. Carry on. The one good thing to be said for this lesson was that it was not a double period. By the time they had all finished reading the introduction of the book, they had barely ten minutes left for dream interpretation. At the table next to Harry and Ron, Dean had paired up with Neville, who immediately embarked on a long-winded explanation of a nightmare involving a pair of giant scissors wearing his grandmothers best hat; Harry and Ron merely looked at each other glumly. I never remember my dreams, said Ron. You say one. You must remember one of them, said Harry impatiently. He was not going to share his dreams with anyone. He knew perfectly well what his regular nightmare about a graveyard meant, he did not need Ron or Professor Trelawney or the stupid Dream Oracle to tell him that. Well, I had one that I was playing Quidditch the other night, said Ron, screwing up his face in an effort to remember. What dyou reckon that means. Probably that youre going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something, said Harry, turning the pages of The Dream Oracle without interest. It was very dull work looking up bits of dreams in the Oracle and Harry was not cheered up when Professor Trelawney set them the task of keeping a dream diary for a month as homework. When the bell went, he and Ron led the way back down the ladder, Ron grumbling loudly. Dyou realize how much homework weve got already. Binns set us a foot-and-a-half-long essay on giant wars, Snape wants a foot on the use of moonstones, and now weve got a months dream diary from Trelawney. Fred and George werent wrong about O. year, were they. That Umbridge woman had better not give us any. When they entered the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom they found Professor Umbridge already seated at the teachers desk, wearing the fluffy pink cardigan of the night before and the black velvet bow on top of her head. Harry was again reminded forcibly of a large fly perched unwisely on top of an even larger toad. The class was quiet as it entered the room; Professor Umbridge was, as yet, an unknown quantity and nobody knew yet how strict a disciplinarian she was likely to be. Well, good afternoon. she said when finally the whole class had sat down. A few people mumbled Good afternoon, in reply. Tut, tut, said Professor Umbridge. That Pubg twitter do, read article, will it. I should like you, please, to reply Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge. One more time, please. Good afternoon, class. Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge, they chanted back at her. There, now, said Professor Umbridge sweetly. That wasnt too difficult, was it. Wands away and quills out, Pubg twitter. Many of the class exchanged gloomy looks; the order wands away had never yet been followed by a lesson they had found interesting. Harry shoved his wand back inside his bag and pulled out quill, ink, and parchment. Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, extracted her own wand, which was an unusually short one, and tapped the blackboard sharply with it; words appeared on the board at once: Defense Against the Dark Arts A Return to Basic Principles Well now, your teaching in this subject has been rather disrupted and fragmented, hasnt it. stated Professor Umbridge, Pubg twitter to face the class with her hands clasped neatly in front of her. The constant changing of teachers, many of whom do not seem to have followed any Ministry-approved curriculum, has unfortunately resulted in your being far below the standard we would expect to see in your O. year. You will be pleased to know, however, that these problems are now to be rectified. We will be following a carefully structured, theory-centered, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic this year. Copy down the following, please. She rapped the blackboard again; the first message vanished and was replaced by: Course aims: 1. Understanding the principles underlying defensive magic. Learning to recognize situations in which defensive magic can legally be just click for source. Placing the use of defensive magic in a context for practical use. For a couple of minutes the room was full of the sound of scratching quills on parchment. When everyone had copied down Professor Umbridges three course aims she said, Has everybody got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard. There was a dull murmur of assent throughout the class. I think well try that again, said Professor Umbridge. When I ask you a question, I should like you to reply Yes, Professor Umbridge, or No, Professor Umbridge. So, has everyone got a copy of Defensive Magical Pubg twitter by Wilbert Slinkhard. Yes, Professor Umbridge, rang through the room. Good, said Professor Umbridge. I should like you to turn to page five and read chapter one, Basics for Beginners. There will be no need to talk. Professor Umbridge left the blackboard and settled herself in the chair behind the teachers desk, observing them all with those pouchy toads eyes. Harry turned to page five of his copy of Defensive Magical Theory and started to read. It was desperately dull, quite as bad as listening to Professor Binns.

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