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Thats a good one. howled Myrtle. My life was nothing but misery at this place and now people come along ruining my death. We wanted to ask you mobile rpg youve seen anything funny lately, said Hermione quickly. Because a cat was attacked right outside your front door on Halloween. Did you see anyone near here that night. said Harry. I wasnt paying attention, said Myrtle dramatically. Peeves upset me so much I came in here and tried to kill myself. Then, of course, I remembered that Im - that Im - Already dead, said Ron helpfully. Myrtle gave a tragic sob, rose up in the air, turned over, and dived headfirst into the toilet, splashing water all over them and vanishing from sight, although from the direction of her muffled sobs, she had come to rest somewhere in the U-bend. Harry and Ron stood with their mouths open, but Hermione shrugged wearily and said, Honestly, that was almost cheerful for Myrtle. Come on, lets go. Harry had barely closed the door on Myrtles gurgling sobs when a loud voice made all three of them jump. RON. Percy Weasley had stopped dead at the head of the stairs, prefect badge agleam, an expression of complete shock on his face. Thats a girls bathroom. he gasped. What were you -. Just having a look around, Ron shrugged. Clues, you know - Percy swelled in a manner that reminded Harry forcefully of Mrs. Weasley. Get - away - from - there - Percy said, striding toward them and starting to bustle them along, flapping his arms. Dont you care what this looks like. Coming back here while everyones at dinner - Why shouldnt we be here. said Ron hotly, stopping short and glaring at Percy. Listen, we never laid a finger on that cat. Thats what I told Ginny, said Percy fiercely, but she still seems to think youre going to be expelled, Ive never seen her so upset, crying her eyes out, you might think of her, all the first years are thoroughly overexcited by this business - You dont care about Ginny, said Ron, whose ears were now reddening. Youre just worried Im going to mess up your chances of being Head Boy - Five points from Gryffindor. Percy said tersely, fingering his prefect badge. And I hope it teaches you a lesson. No more detective World conqueror, or Ill write to Mum. And he strode off, the back of his neck as red as Rons ears. Harry, Ron, and Hermione chose seats as far as possible from Percy in the common room that night. Ron was still in a very bad temper and kept blotting his Charms homework. When he reached absently for his wand to remove the smudges, it ignited the parchment. Fuming almost as much as his homework, Ron slammed The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 shut. To Harrys surprise, Hermione followed suit. Who can it be, click. she said in a quiet voice, as though continuing a conversation they had just been having. Whod want to frighten all the Squibs and Muggle-borns out of Hogwarts. Lets think, said Ron in mock puzzlement. Who do we know who thinks Muggle-borns are scum. He looked at Hermione. Hermione looked back, unconvinced. If youre talking about Malfoy - Of course I am. said Ron. You heard him - Youll be next, Mudbloods. - come on, youve only got to look at his foul rat face to know its him - Malfoy, the Heir of Slytherin. said Hermione skeptically. Look at his family, said Harry, closing his books, too. The whole lot of them have been in Slytherin; hes always boasting about it. They could easily be Slytherins descendants. His fathers definitely evil enough. They couldve had the key to the Chamber of Secrets for centuries. said Ron. Handing it down, father to son. Well, said Hermione cautiously, I suppose its possible. But how do we prove it. said Harry darkly. There might be a way, said Hermione slowly, dropping her voice still further with a quick glance across the room at Percy. Of course, it would be difficult. And dangerous, very dangerous. Wed be breaking about fifty school rules, I expect - If, in a month or so, you feel like explaining, you will let us know, wont you. said Ron irritably. All right, said Hermione coldly. What wed need to do is to get inside the Slytherin common room and ask Malfoy a few questions without him realizing its us. But thats impossible, Harry said as Ron laughed. No, its not, said Hermione. All wed need would be some Polyjuice Potion. Whats that. said Ron and Harry together. Snape mentioned it in class a few weeks ago - Dyou think weve got nothing better to do in Potions than listen to Snape. muttered Ron. It transforms you into somebody else. Think about it. We could change into three of the Slytherins. No one would know it was us. Malfoy would probably tell us anything. Hes probably boasting about it in the Slytherin common room right now, if only we could hear him. This Polyjuice stuff sounds a bit dodgy to me, said Ron, frowning. What if we were stuck looking like three of the Slytherins forever. It wears off after a while, said Hermione, waving her hand impatiently. But getting hold of the recipe will be very difficult. Snape said it was in a book called Moste Potente Potions and its bound to be in the Restricted Section of the library. There was only one way to get out a book from the Restricted Section: You needed a signed note of permission from a teacher. Hard to see why wed want the book, really, said Ron, if we werent going to try and make one of the potions. I think, said Hermione, that if we made it sound as though we were just interested in the theory, we might stand a chance. Oh, come on, no teachers going to fall for that, said Ron. Theyd have to be really thick. S CHAPTER TEN THE ROGUE BLUDGER ince the disastrous episode of the pixies, Professor Lockhart had not brought live creatures to class. Instead, he read passages from his books to them, and sometimes reenacted some of the more dramatic bits. He usually picked Harry to help him with these reconstructions; so far, Harry had been forced to play a simple Transylvanian villager whom Lockhart had cured of a Babbling Curse, a yeti with a head cold, and a vampire who had been unable to eat anything except lettuce since Lockhart had dealt with him. Harry was hauled to the front of the class during their very next Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, this time acting a werewolf. If he hadnt had a very good reason for keeping Lockhart in a good mood, he would have refused to do it. Nice loud howl, Harry - exactly - and then, if youll believe it, I pounced - like this - slammed him to the floor - thus - with one hand, I managed to hold him down - with my other, I put my wand to his throat - I then screwed up my remaining strength and performed the immensely complex Homorphus Charm - he let out a piteous moan - go on, Harry - higher than that - good - the fur vanished - the are 4 gaming online topic shrank - and he turned back into a man. Simple, yet effective - and another village will remember me forever as the hero who delivered them from the monthly terror of werewolf attacks. The bell rang and Lockhart got to his feet. Homework - compose a poem about my defeat of the Wagga Wagga Werewolf. Signed copies of Magical Me to the author of the best one. The class began to leave. Harry returned to the back of the room, where Ron and Hermione were waiting. Ready. Harry muttered. Wait till everyones gone, said Hermione nervously. All right. She approached Lockharts desk, a piece of paper clutched tightly in her hand, Harry and Ron right behind her. Er - Professor Lockhart. Hermione stammered. I wanted to - to get this book out of the library. Just for background reading. She held out the piece of paper, her hand shaking slightly. But the thing is, its in the Restricted Section of the library, so I need a teacher to sign for it - Im sure it would help me understand what you say in Gadding with Ghouls about slow-acting venoms - Ah, Gadding with Ghouls. said Lockhart, taking the note from Hermione and smiling widely at her. Possibly my very favorite book. You enjoyed it. Oh, yes, said Hermione eagerly. So clever, the way you trapped that last one with the tea-strainer - Well, Im sure no one will mind me giving the best student of the year a little extra help, said Lockhart warmly, and he pulled out an enormous peacock quill. Yes, nice, isnt it. he said, misreading the revolted look on Rons face. I usually save it for book signings. He scrawled an enormous loopy signature on the note and handed it back to Hermione. So, Harry, said Lockhart, while Hermione folded the note with fumbling fingers and slipped it into her bag. Tomorrows the first Quidditch match of the season, I believe. Gryffindor against Slytherin, is it not. I hear youre a useful player. I was a Seeker, too. I was asked to try for the National Squad, but preferred to dedicate my life to the eradication of the Dark Forces. Still, if ever you feel the need for a little private training, dont hesitate to ask. Always happy to pass on my expertise to less able players. Harry made an indistinct noise in his throat and then hurried off after Ron and Hermione. I dont believe it, he said as the three of them examined the signature on the note. He didnt even look at the book we wanted. Thats because hes a brainless git, said Ron. But who cares, weve got what we needed - He is not a brainless git, said Hermione shrilly as they half ran toward the library. Just because he said you were the best student of the year - They dropped their voices as they entered the muffled stillness of the library. Madam Pince, the librarian, was a thin, irritable woman who looked like an underfed vulture. Moste Potente Potions. she repeated suspiciously, trying to take the note from Hermione; but Hermione wouldnt let go. I was wondering if I could keep it, she said breathlessly. Oh, come on, said Ron, wrenching it from her grasp and thrusting it at Madam Pince. Well get you another autograph. Lockhartll sign anything if it stands still long enough. Madam Pince held the note up to the light, as though determined to detect a forgery, but it passed the test. She stalked away between the lofty shelves and returned several minutes later carrying a large and moldy-looking book. Hermione put it carefully into her bag and they left, trying not to walk too quickly or look too guilty. Five minutes later, they were barricaded in Moaning Myrtles out-of-order bathroom once again. Hermione had overridden Rons objections by pointing out that it was the last place anyone in their right minds would go, so they were guaranteed some privacy. Moaning Myrtle was crying noisily in her stall, but they were ignoring her, and she them. Hermione opened Moste Potente Potions carefully, and the three of them bent over the damp-spotted pages. It was th 13 war base from a glance why it belonged in the Restricted Section. Some of the potions had effects almost too gruesome to think about, xcom pc there were some very unpleasant illustrations, which included a man who seemed to have been turned inside out and a witch sprouting several extra pairs of arms out of her head. Here it is, said Hermione excitedly as she found the page headed The Polyjuice Potion. It was decorated with drawings of people halfway through transforming into other people. Harry sincerely hoped the artist had imagined the looks of intense pain on their faces. This is the most complicated potion Ive ever seen, said Hermione as they scanned the recipe. Lacewing flies, leeches, fluxweed, and knotgrass, she murmured, running her finger down the list of ingredients. Well, theyre easy enough, theyre in the student store-cupboard, we can help ourselves. Oooh, look, powdered horn of a bicorn - dont know where were going to get that - shredded skin of a boomslang - thatll be tricky, too - and of course a bit of whoever we want to change into. Excuse me. said Ron sharply. What dyou mean, a bit of whoever were changing into. Im drinking nothing with Crabbes toenails in it - Hermione continued as though she hadnt heard him. We dont have to worry about that yet, though, because we add those bits last. Ron turned, speechless, to Harry, who had another worry. Dyou realize how much were going to have to steal, Hermione. Shredded skin of a boomslang, thats definitely not in the students cupboard. Whatre we going to do, break into Snapes private stores. I dont know if this is a good idea. Hermione shut the book with a snap. Well, if you two are going to chicken out, fine, she said. There were bright pink patches on her cheeks and her eyes were brighter than usual. I dont want to break rules, you know. I think threatening Muggle-borns is far worse than brewing up a difficult potion. But if you dont want to find out if its Malfoy, Ill go straight to Madam Pince now and hand the book back in - I never thought Id see the day when youd be persuading us to break rules, said Ron. All right, well do it. But not toenails, okay. How long will it take to make, anyway. said Harry as Hermione, looking happier, opened the book again. Well, since the fluxweed has got to be picked at the full moon and the lacewings have got to be stewed for twenty-one days. Id say itd be ready in about a month, if we can get all the ingredients. A month. said Ron. Malfoy could have attacked half the Muggle-borns in the school by then. But Hermiones eyes narrowed dangerously again, and he added swiftly, But its the best plan weve got, so full steam ahead, I say. However, while Hermione was checking that the coast was clear for them to leave the bathroom, Ron muttered to Harry, Itll be a lot less hassle if you can just knock Malfoy off his broom tomorrow. Harry woke early on Saturday morning and lay for a while thinking about the coming Quidditch match. He was nervous, mainly at the thought of what Wood would say if Gryffindor lost, but also at the idea of facing a team mounted on the fastest racing brooms gold World conqueror buy. He had never wanted to beat Slytherin so badly. After half an hour of lying there with his insides churning, he got up, dressed, and went down to breakfast early, where he found the rest of the Gryffindor team huddled at the long, empty table, all looking uptight and not speaking much. As eleven oclock approached, the whole school started to make its way down to the Quidditch stadium. It was a muggy sort of day with a hint of thunder in the air. Ron and Hermione came hurrying over to wish Harry good luck as he entered the locker rooms. The team pulled on their scarlet Gryffindor robes, then sat down to listen to Woods usual pre-match pep talk. Slytherin has better brooms than us, he began. No point denying it. But weve got better people on our brooms.
The Gryffindors were gathered around Ron, who kept belching large, glistening slugs. Nobody seemed to want to touch him. Wed Bug war get him to Hagrids, its nearest, said Harry to Hermione, who nodded bravely, and the pair of them pulled Ron up by the arms. What happened, Harry. What happened. Is he ill. But you can cure him, cant you. Colin had run down from his seat and was now dancing alongside them as they left the field. Ron gave a huge heave and more slugs dribbled down his front. Oooh, said Link, fascinated and raising his camera. Can you hold him still, Harry. Get out of the way, Colin. said Harry angrily. He and Hermione supported Ron out of the stadium and across the grounds toward the edge of the forest. Nearly there, Ron, said Hermione as the gamekeepers cabin came into view. Youll be all right in a minute - almost there - They were within twenty feet of Hagrids house when the front door opened, but it wasnt Hagrid who emerged. Gilderoy Lockhart, wearing robes of palest mauve today, came striding out. Quick, behind here, Harry hissed, dragging Ron behind a nearby bush. Hermione followed, somewhat reluctantly. Its a simple matter if you know what youre doing. Lockhart was saying loudly to Hagrid. Best for th7 you need help, you know where I am. Ill let you have a copy of my book. Im surprised you havent already got one - Ill sign one tonight and send it over. Well, good-bye. And he strode away toward the castle. Bug war waited until Lockhart was out of sight, then pulled Ron out of the bush and up to Hagrids front door. They knocked urgently. Hagrid appeared at once, looking very grumpy, but his expression brightened when he saw who it was. Bin wonderin when youd come ter see me - come in, come in - thought you mighta bin Professor Lockhart back again - Harry and Hermione supported Ron over the threshold into the one-roomed cabin, which had an enormous bed in one corner, a fire crackling merrily in the other. Hagrid didnt seem perturbed by Bug war slug problem, which Harry hastily explained as he lowered Ron into a chair. Better out than in, he said cheerfully, plunking a large copper basin in front of him. Get em all up, Ron. I dont think theres anything to do except wait for it to stop, said Hermione anxiously, watching Ron bend over the basin. Thats a difficult curse to work at the best of times, but with a broken wand - Hagrid was bustling around making them tea. His boarhound, Fang, was slobbering over Harry. What did Lockhart want with you, Hagrid. Harry asked, scratching Fangs ears. Givin me advice on gettin kelpies out of a well, growled Hagrid, moving a half-plucked rooster off his scrubbed table and setting down the teapot. Like I don know. An bangin on about some banshee he banished. If one word of it was true, Ill eat my kettle. It was most unlike Hagrid to criticize a Hogwarts teacher, and Harry looked at him in surprise. Hermione, however, said in a voice somewhat higher than usual, I think youre being a bit unfair. Professor Dumbledore obviously thought he was the best man for Bug war job - He was the ony man for the job, said Hagrid, offering them a plate of treacle toffee, while Ron coughed squelchily into his basin. An I mean the ony one. Gettin very difficult ter find anyone fer the Dark Arts job. People arent too keen ter take it on, see. Theyre startin ter think its jinxed. No ones lasted long fer a while now. So tell me, said Hagrid, jerking his head at Ron. Who was he Bug war ter curse. Malfoy agree, the movies pc game commit Hermione something - it mustve been really bad, because everyone went wild. It was bad, said Ron hoarsely, emerging over the tabletop looking https://warstrategygames.cloud/online/piano-tiles-online.php and sweaty. Malfoy called her Mudblood, Hagrid - Ron dived out of sight again as a fresh wave of slugs made their appearance. Hagrid looked outraged. He didn. he growled at Hermione. He did, she said. But I dont know what it means. I could tell it was really rude, of course - Its go here the most insulting thing he could think of, gasped Ron, coming back up. Mudbloods a really foul name for someone who is Muggle-born - you know, non-magic parents. There are some wizards Bug war like Malfoys family - who think theyre better than everyone else because theyre what people call pure-blood. He gave a small burp, and a single slug fell into his outstretched hand. He threw it into the basin and continued, I mean, the rest of us know it doesnt make any difference at all. Look at Neville Longbottom - hes pure-blood and he can hardly stand a cauldron the right way up. An they havent invented a spell our Hermione can do, said Hagrid proudly, making Hermione go a brilliant shade of magenta. Its a disgusting thing to call someone, said Ron, wiping his sweaty brow with a shaking hand. Dirty blood, see. Common blood. Its ridiculous. Most wizards these days are half-blood anyway. If we hadnt married Muggles wedve died out. He retched and ducked out of sight again. Well, I don blame yeh fer tryin ter curse him, Ron, said Hagrid loudly over the thuds of more slugs hitting the basin. Bu maybe it was a good thing yer wand backfired. Spect Lucius Malfoy wouldve come marchin up ter school if yehd cursed his son. Least yer not in trouble. Harry would have pointed out that trouble didnt come much worse than having slugs pouring out of your mouth, but he couldnt; Hagrids treacle toffee had cemented his jaws together.
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