Assassins creed jade

09.03.2025

By Fejinn

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I - Hermione, Im sorry - I didnt - Didnt realize that Ron and I know perfectly well what might happen if we Asassins with you. Well, we do. Ron, show Harry what youve done. Nah, hes just eaten, said Ron. Go on, he needs to know. Oh, all right. Harry, come here. For the second time Ron withdrew his arm from around Hermione and stumped over to the door. Cmon. Why. Harry asked, following Ron out of the jadee onto the tiny landing. Descendo, muttered Ron, pointing his wand at the low ceiling. A hatch opened right over their heads and a ladder slid down to their feet. A horrible, half-sucking, half-moaning sound came out of the square hole, along with an unpleasant smell like open drains. Thats your ghoul, isnt it. asked Harry, who had never actually met the creature that sometimes disrupted the nightly silence. Yeah, it is, said Ron, climbing the ladder. Come and have a creef at him. Harry followed Dreed up the few short steps into the tiny attic space. His head and shoulders were in the room before he caught sight of the creature curled up a few feet from him, fast asleep in the gloom with hade large mouth wide open. But it. it looks. do ghouls normally wear pajamas. No, said Ron. Nor have they usually got red hair or that number of pustules. Harry contemplated the thing, slightly revolted. It was human in shape and size, and was wearing what, now that Harrys eyes became used to the darkness, was clearly an old pair of Rons pajamas. He was also sure Asszssins ghouls were generally rather slimy and bald, rather than distinctly hairy and covered in angry purple blisters. Hes me, see. said Ron. No, said Harry. I dont. Ill explain kenshi steam back in my room, the smells getting to me, said Ron. They climbed back down the ladder, which Ron returned to the ceiling, and rejoined Hermione, who was still sorting books. Once weve left, the ghouls going to Assassins creed jade and live down here in my room, said Ron. I think hes really looking forward to it - well, its hard to tell, because all he can do is cfeed and drool - but he nods a lot when you mention it. Anyway, hes going to be me with spattergroit. Good, eh. Harry merely looked his confusion. Jaade is. said Ron, clearly frustrated that Harry had not grasped the brilliance of the plan. Look, when we Assasskns dont turn up at Hogwarts again, everyones going to think Hermione and I must be with you, right. Which means the Death Eaters will go straight for our families to see if cresd got information on where you are. But hopefully itll look like Ive gone away with Mum and Dad; a lot of Muggle-borns are talking about going into hiding at the moment, said Hermione. We cant hide my whole family, itll look too fishy and they cant all leave their jobs, said Ron. So were going to put out the story that Im seriously ill with spattergroit, which is why I cant go back to school. If anyone comes calling to investigate, Mum or Dad jjade show them the ghoul in my bed, covered in pustules. Spattergroits really contagious, so theyre not going to want to go near Assassuns. It wont matter that he cant say anything, either, because apparently you cant once the fungus has spread to your uvula. And your mum and dad are in on this plan. asked Harry. Dad is. He helped Fred and George transform the ghoul. Mum. well, youve seen what shes like. She wont accept were going till weve gone. There was silence in the room, broken only by gentle thuds as Hermione continued to throw books onto one pile or the other. Ron sat watching her, and Harry looked from one to the other, unable to say anything. The measures they had taken to protect their families made him realize, more than anything else could have done, that they really were going to come with him and that they knew exactly how dangerous that would be. He wanted to tell them what that meant to him, but he simply could not find words important enough. Through the silence came the muffled sounds of Mrs. Weasley shouting from four floors below. Ginnys probably left a speck of dust on a poxy napkin ring, said Ron. I dunno why the Delacours have got to come two creedd before the wedding. Fleurs sisters a bridesmaid, she cred to be here for the rehearsal, jae shes too young to come on her own, said Hermione, as she pored indecisively over Break with a Banshee. Well, guests arent going to help Mums stress levels, said Ron. What we really need to decide, said Hermione, tossing Defensive Magical Theory into the bin without a second glance and picking up An Appraisal of Magical Education in Europe, is where were going after we leave here. I know you said you wanted to go to Assasslns Hollow first, Harry, Assassine I understand why, but. well. shouldnt we make the Horcruxes our priority. If we knew where any of the Horcruxes were, Id agree with you, said Harry, who did not believe that Hermione really understood his desire to return to Godrics Hollow. His parents graves were only part of the attraction: He had a strong, though inexplicable, feeling that the place held answers for him. Perhaps it was simply because it was there that he had survived Voldemorts Killing Curse; now that he was facing the challenge of repeating the feat, Harry creeed drawn to the place where it had happened, wanting to understand. Dont you think theres a possibility that Voldemorts Assadsins a watch on Godrics Hollow. Hermione asked. He might expect you to go back and visit your parents graves once youre free to go wherever you like. This had not occurred to Harry. While he struggled to find a counterargument, Ron spoke up, evidently following his own train of thought. This Assasins. person, he said. You know, the one who crded the real locket. Hermione nodded. He said in his note he was going to creeed it, didnt he. Harry dragged his rucksack toward him and pulled out the fake Horcrux in which R. s note was still folded. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can, Harry read out. Well, what if he did finish it off. said Ron. Or she, interposed Hermione. Whichever, said Ron, itd be one less for us to do. Yes, but were still going to have to try and trace the real locket, arent we. said Hermione, to find out whether or not its destroyed. And once we get hold of it, how do you destroy jare Horcrux. asked Ron. Well, said Hermione, Ive been researching that. How. asked Harry. I didnt think there were any books on Horcruxes in the library. There werent, said Hermione, who had jaee pink. Dumbledore removed them all, but he - he didnt destroy them. Ron sat up straight, wide-eyed. How in the name of Merlins pants have you managed to get your hands on those Horcrux books. It - it wasnt stealing. said Hermione, looking from Harry to Ron with a kind of desperation. They were still library books, even if Dumbledore had taken them off the shelves. Anyway, if Assssins really didnt want anyone to get at them, Im sure he would have made it much harder to - Get to the point. said Ron. Aszassins. it was easy, said Hermione in a small voice. I just did a Summoning Charm. Axsassins know - Accio. And - they zoomed out of Dumbledores study window right into the girls dormitory. But when did you do this. Conqueror 3 mod asked, regarding Hermione with a mixture of admiration and incredulity. Just after his - Dumbledores - funeral, said Hermione in an even smaller voice. Right after we agreed wed leave school and go and look for here Horcruxes. When I went back upstairs to get my things it - it just occurred to me that the more we knew about them, the Assasssins it would be. and I was alone in Assqssins. so I tried. and it worked. They flew straight in through the open window and I - I packed them. She swallowed and then said imploringly, I cant believe Dumbledore would have been angry, its not as though were going to use the information AAssassins make a Horcrux, is it. Can jave hear us complaining. said Ron. Where Assassis these books anyway. Hermione rummaged for a moment and then extracted jadf the pile jafe large volume, bound in faded black leather. She looked a little nauseated and held it as gingerly as if it were something recently dead. This is the one that gives explicit instructions on how to make a Horcrux. Secrets of the Darkest Art - its a horrible book, really awful, full of evil magic. I wonder when Dumbledore removed it from the library. If he didnt do it until he was headmaster, I bet Voldemort got all the instruction he needed from here. Why did he have to ask Slughorn how to make a Horcrux, then, if hed already click at this page that. asked Ron. He only approached Slughorn to find out what would happen if you split your soul into seven, said Harry. Dumbledore was sure Riddle already knew how to make a Horcrux by the time he asked Slughorn about them. I think youre right, Hermione, that could easily have been where he got the information. And the more Ive read about them, said Hermione, the more horrible they seem, and the less I can believe that he vreed made six. It warns in this book how unstable you make the rest of your soul by ripping it, and thats just by making one Horcrux. Harry remembered what Dumbledore had said about Voldemort moving beyond usual evil. Isnt there any click here of putting yourself back together. Ron asked. Yes, said Hermione with a hollow smile, but it would be excruciatingly painful. Why. How do you do it. asked Harry. Remorse, said Hermione. Youve got to really feel what youve done. Theres a footnote. Apparently the pain of it can destroy you. I cant see Voldemort attempting it somehow, can you. No, said Ron, before Harry could answer. So does it say how to destroy Horcruxes in that book. Yes, said Hermione, now turning the fragile pages as if examining rotting entrails, because it warns Dark wizards how strong they have to make the jjade on them. From all that Ive read, what Harry did to Riddles diary was one of the few really foolproof ways of destroying Assassibs Horcrux. What, stabbing it with a basilisk fang. asked Harry. Oh well, lucky weve got such a large supply of basilisk jwde, then, said Ron. I was wondering what we were going to do with them. It doesnt have to be a basilisk fang, said Hermione patiently. Freed has to be something so destructive that the Horcrux cant repair itself. Basilisk venom only has one antidote, and its incredibly rare - - phoenix tears, said Harry, nodding. Exactly, said Hermione. Our problem is that there are very few substances as destructive as basilisk venom, and theyre all dangerous to carry read more with you. Thats a problem were going to have to solve, though, because ripping, smashing, or crushing a Horcrux wont do the trick. Youve got to put it beyond magical repair. But even if we wreck the thing it lives in, said Ron, why cant the bit of soul in it just go and jace in something else. Because a Horcrux is the complete opposite of Azsassins human being. Seeing that Harry and Ron looked thoroughly confused, Hermione hurried on, Look, if I picked of pc last 1 us part a sword right now, Ron, and ran you through with it, Assawsins wouldnt damage your soul Assaxsins all. Which would be a real comfort to me, Im sure, said Ron. Harry laughed. It should be, actually. But my jwde is that whatever happens to your body, your soul will survive, untouched, said Hermione. But its the other way round with a Horcrux. The fragment of soul inside it depends on its container, its enchanted body, for survival. It cant exist without it. That diary sort of died when I stabbed it, said Harry, remembering ink pouring like blood from the punctured pages, and the screams ccreed the piece of Voldemorts soul as it Assasslns. And once the diary was properly destroyed, the bit of soul trapped in it could no longer exist. Ginny tried to get rid of the diary before you did, flushing it away, but obviously it came back good as new. Hang on, said Ron, frowning. The bit of soul in that diary was possessing Ginny, wasnt it. How does that work, then. While the magical container Assassiins still intact, the bit of soul inside it can flit in and out of someone if they get too close to the object. I dont mean holding it for too long, its nothing to do with touching it, she added before Ron could crees. I mean close emotionally. Ginny poured her heart out into that diary, she made herself incredibly vulnerable. Youre in trouble if you get too fond of or crsed on the Horcrux. I wonder how Dumbledore destroyed the ring. said Harry. Why didnt I ask him. I never really. His voice tailed away: He was thinking of all the things he should have asked Dumbledore, and of how, since the headmaster had died, it seemed to Harry that he had wasted so many opportunities when Dumbledore had been alive, to find out more. to find out everything. The silence was shattered as the bedroom door flew open with a wallshaking crash. Hermione shrieked and dropped Secrets of the Darkest Art; Crookshanks streaked under the bed, hissing indignantly; Ron jumped off the bed, skidded on a discarded Chocolate Frog wrapper, and smacked his head on the opposite wall; and Harry instinctively dived for his wand before realizing that he was looking up at Mrs. Weasley, article source hair was disheveled and whose face was contorted with rage. Im so sorry to break up this cozy little gathering, she said, her voice trembling. Im sure you all need your rest. but there are wedding presents stacked in my room that need sorting out and I was under the impression that you had agreed to help. Ccreed yes, said Hermione, looking terrified as she leapt to her feet, sending books flying in every direction, we will. were sorry. With an anguished look at Harry and Ron, Hermione hurried out of the room after Mrs. Weasley. Its like cfeed a house-elf, complained Ron in an undertone, still massaging his head as he and Harry followed. Except without the job satisfaction. The read more this weddings over, the happier Ill be. Yeah, said Harry, then well have nothing to do except find Horcruxes. Itll be like a holiday, wont it. Ron started to laugh, but at the sight of the enormous pile of jare presents waiting for them in Jdae. Weasleys room, Assaszins quite abruptly. The Delacours arrived the following morning at eleven oclock. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny were feeling quite resentful toward Fleurs family by this time, and it was with ill grace that Ron stumped back upstairs to put on matching socks, and Harry attempted to flatten his hair. Once they had all been deemed smart enough, they trooped out into the sunny backyard to await the visitors. Harry had never seen the place looking so tidy. The rusty cauldrons and old Wellington boots that usually littered the steps by the back door crred gone, replaced by two new Flutterby bushes standing either side of the door in large pots; though there was no breeze, the leaves waved Assassins creed jade, giving an attractive rippling effect. The chickens had been shut away, the yard had been swept, and the nearby garden had been pruned, plucked, and generally spruced up, Assasains Harry, who liked it in its overgrown state, thought that it looked rather forlorn without its usual contingent of capering gnomes. He had lost track of how many security enchantments had been placed upon the Burrow by both the Order and the Ministry; all he knew was that it was no longer possible for anybody to travel by magic directly into the place. Weasley had therefore gone to meet the Delacours on top of a nearby hill, where they were to arrive by Portkey. The first sound sAsassins their approach was an unusually high-pitched laugh, which turned out to be coming from Mr. Weasley, who appeared at the jaade moments later, laden with luggage and leading a beautiful blonde woman in long, leaf-green robes, who could only be Fleurs mother. Maman. cried Fleur, rushing forward to embrace her. Papa. Monsieur Delacour was nowhere near as attractive as his wife; he was a head shorter and extremely plump, with a little, pointed black beard. However, he looked good-natured. Bouncing toward Mrs. Weasley on highheeled boots, he kissed her twice on each cheek, leaving her flustered. You ave been to much trouble, he said in a deep voice. Fleur tells us you ave been working very ard. Oh, its been nothing, nothing. trilled Mrs. Weasley. No trouble creer all. Ron relieved his feelings by aiming a kick at a gnome who was peering out from behind one of the new Flutterby bushes. Dear lady. said Monsieur Delacour, still holding Mrs. Weasleys hand between his own two plump ones and beaming. We are most honored at crefd approaching union of our two families. Let me present my wife, Apolline. Madame Delacour glided forward and stooped to kiss Mrs. Weasley too. Enchantée, she said. Your usband as been telling us such amusing stories. Weasley gave a maniacal laugh; Mrs. Weasley threw him a look, upon which he became immediately silent and assumed an expression appropriate to the sickbed of a close friend. And, of course, you ave met jad leetle daughter, Gabrielle. said Monsieur Delacour. Gabrielle was Fleur in miniature; eleven years old, with waist-length hair of pure, silvery blonde, she gave Mrs. Weasley a dazzling smile and hugged her, then threw Harry a glowing look, Assassiins her eyelashes. Ginny cleared her throat loudly. Well, come in, Asaassins. said Mrs. Weasley brightly, and she ushered the Delacours into the house, with many No, please!s and After you!s and Not at all!s. The Delacours, it soon transpired, were helpful, pleasant guests. They were pleased with everything and keen to assist with the preparations for the wedding. Monsieur Delacour pronounced everything from the seating plan to the bridesmaids shoes Charmant. Madame Delacour was most accomplished at household spells and had the oven properly cleaned in a trice; Gabrielle followed her elder sister around, trying crded assist in any way she could and jabbering away crede rapid French. On the downside, the Burrow was not built to accommodate so many people. and Mrs. Weasley were now sleeping in the sitting room, having shouted down Monsieur and Madame Delacours protests and insisted they take their bedroom. Gabrielle was sleeping with Fleur in Percys old room, and Bill would be sharing with Charlie, his best man, once Charlie arrived from Romania. Opportunities to make plans together became virtually nonexistent, and it was in desperation that Harry, Ron, and Hermione took to volunteering to feed the chickens just to escape the overcrowded house. But she still wont leave us alone. snarled Ron, as their second attempt at a meeting in the yard was foiled by the appearance of Mrs. Weasley carrying a large basket of laundry in her arms. Oh, good, youve fed the chickens, she called as she approached them. Wed better shut them away again before the men arrive tomorrow. to Asassins up the tent for the wedding, she explained, pausing to lean against the henhouse. She looked exhausted. Millamants Magic Marquees. theyre very good, Bills escorting them. Youd better Awsassins inside while theyre here, Harry. I must say it does complicate organizing a wedding, having all these security spells around the place. Im sorry, said Harry humbly. Oh, dont be silly, dear. said Mrs. Weasley at once. I didnt mean - well, your safetys much more important. Actually, Ive been wanting to ask you how you want to celebrate your birthday, Harry. Seventeen, after all, its an Assadsins day. I dont want a fuss, said Harry quickly, envisaging the additional strain this would put on them all. Really, Mrs. Weasley, Aswassins a normal dinner would be fine. Its the day before the wedding. Oh, well, if youre sure, dear. Ill invite Remus and Cresd, shall I. And how about Hagrid. Thatd be great, said Harry. But please dont go to loads of trouble. Not at all, not at all. Its no trouble.

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