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What dyou mean, whos taking anything badly. Im not going to harp on about anything. Ron continued to chunter under his breath all the way down the street. Hermione rolled her eyes at Harry and then said in an undertone, while Ron was muttering imprecations about Michael Corner, And talking about Michael and Ginny. what about Cho and you. What dyou mean. said Harry quickly. It was as though boiling water was rising rapidly inside him; a burning sensation that was causing his face to smart in the cold - had he been that obvious. Well, said Hermione, smiling slightly, she just couldnt keep her eyes off you, could she. Harry had link before appreciated just how beautiful the village of Hogsmeade was. H CHAPTER SEVENTEEN EDUCATIONAL DECREE NUMBER TWENTYFOUR arry felt happier for the rest of the weekend than he had done all term. He and Ron spent much of Sunday catching up with all their homework again, and although this could hardly be continue reading fun, the last burst of autumn sunshine persisted, so rather than sitting hunched over tables in the common room, they took their work outside and lounged in the shade of a large beech tree on the edge of the lake. Hermione, who of course was up to date with all her work, brought more wool outside with her and bewitched her knitting needles so that they flashed and clicked in midair beside her, producing more hats and scarves. The knowledge that they were doing something to resist Umbridge and the Ministry, and that he was a key part of the rebellion, gave Harry a feeling of immense satisfaction. He kept reliving Saturdays meeting in his mind: all those people, coming to him to learn Defense Against the Dark Arts. and the looks on their faces as they had heard some of the things Toy defense 3 had done. and Cho praising his performance in the Triwizard Tournament. The knowledge that all those people did not think him a lying weirdo, but someone to be admired, buoyed him up so much that he was still cheerful on Monday morning, despite the imminent prospect of all his least favorite classes. He and Ron headed downstairs from their dormitory together, discussing Angelinas idea that they were to work on a new move called the Sloth Grip Roll during that nights Quidditch practice, and not until they were halfway across the sunlit common room did they notice the addition to the room that had already attracted the attention of a small group of people. A large sign had been affixed to the Gryffindor notice board, so large that it covered everything else on there - the lists of secondhand spellbooks for sale, the regular reminders of school rules from Argus Filch, the Quidditch team training schedule, the offers to barter certain Chocolate Frog cards for others, the Weasleys new advertisement for testers, the dates of the Hogsmeade weekends, and the lost-and-found notices. The new sign was printed in large black letters and there was a highly official-looking seal at the bottom beside a neat and curly signature. --- BY ORDER OF --- The High Inquisitor of Hogwarts All Student Organizations, Societies, Teams, Groups, and Clubs are henceforth disbanded. An Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club is hereby defined as a regular meeting of three or more students. Permission to re-form may be sought from the High Inquisitor (Professor Umbridge). No Student Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club may exist without the knowledge and approval of the High Inquisitor. Any student found to have formed, or to belong to, an Organization, Society, Team, Group, or Club that has not been approved by the High Inquisitor will be expelled. The above is in accordance with Educational Decree Number Twentyfour. Harry and Ron read the notice over the heads of some anxious-looking second years. Does this mean theyre going to shut down the Gobstones Club. one of them asked his friend. I reckon youll be okay with Gobstones, Ron said darkly, making the second year jump. I dont think were going to be as lucky, though, do you. he asked Harry as the second years hurried away. Harry was reading the notice through again. The happiness that had filled him since Saturday was gone. His insides were pulsing with rage. This isnt a coincidence, he said, his hands forming fists. She knows. She cant, said Ron at once. There were people listening in that pub. And lets face it, we dont know how many of the people who turned up we can trust. Any of them could have run off and told Umbridge. And he had thought they believed him, thought they even admired him. Zacharias Smith. said Ron at once, punching a fist into his hand. Or - I thought that Michael Corner had a really shifty look too - I wonder if Hermiones seen this yet. Harry said, looking around at the door to the girls dormitories. Lets go and tell her, said Ron. He bounded forward, pulled open the door, and set off up the spiral staircase. He was on the sixth stair when it happened. There was a loud, wailing, klaxonlike sound and the steps melted together to make a long, smooth stone slide. There was a brief moment when Ron tried to keep running, arms working madly like windmills, then he toppled over backward and shot down the newly created slide, coming to rest on his back at Harrys feet. Er - I dont think were allowed in the girls dormitories, said Harry, pulling Ron to his feet and trying not to laugh. Two fourth-year girls came zooming gleefully down the stone slide. Oooh, who tried to get upstairs. they giggled happily, leaping to their feet and ogling Harry and Ron. Me, said Ron, who was still rather disheveled. I didnt realize that would happen. Its not fair. he added to Harry, as the girls headed off for the portrait hole, still giggling madly. Hermiones allowed in our dormitory, how come were not allowed -. Well, its an old-fashioned rule, said Hermione, who had just slid neatly onto a rug in front of them and was now getting to her feet, but it says in Hogwarts: A History that the founders thought boys were less trustworthy than girls. Anyway, why were you trying to get in there. To see you - look at this. said Ron, dragging her over to the notice board. Hermiones eyes slid rapidly down the notice. Her expression became stony. Someone must have blabbed to her. Ron said angrily. They cant have done, said Hermione in a low voice. Youre so naive, said Ron, you think just because youre all honorable and trustworthy - No, they cant have done because I put a jinx on that piece of parchment we all signed, said Hermione grimly. Believe me, if anyones run off and told Umbridge, well know exactly who they are and they will really regret it. Whatll happen to them. said Ron eagerly. Well, put it this way, said Hermione, itll make Eloise Midgens acne look like a couple of cute freckles. Come on, https://warstrategygames.cloud/download/nonsteam.php get down to breakfast and see what the others think. I wonder whether this has been put up in all the Houses. It was immediately apparent on entering the Great Hall that Umbridges sign had not only appeared in Gryffindor Tower. There was a peculiar intensity about the chatter and an extra measure of movement in the Hall as people scurried up and down their tables conferring on what they had read. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had barely taken their seats when Neville, Dean, Fred, George, and Ginny descended upon them. Did you see it. Dyou reckon she knows. What are we going to do. They were all looking at Harry. He glanced around to make sure there were no teachers near them. Were going to do it anyway, of course, he said quietly. Knew youd say that, said George, beaming and thumping Harry on the arm. The prefects as well. said Fred, looking quizzically at Ron and Hermione. Of course, said Hermione coolly. Here comes Ernie and Hannah Abbott, said Ron, looking over his shoulder. And those Ravenclaw blokes and Smith. and no one looks very spotty. Hermione looked alarmed. Never mind spots, the idiots cant come over here now, itll look really suspicious - sit down. she mouthed to Ernie and Hannah, gesturing frantically to them to rejoin the Hufflepuff table. Later. Well - talk - to - you - later. Ill tell Michael, said Ginny impatiently, swinging herself off her bench. The fool, honestly. She hurried off toward the Ravenclaw table; Harry watched her go. Cho was sitting not far away, talking to the curly-haired friend she had brought along to the Hogs Head. Would Umbridges notice scare her off meeting them again. But the full repercussions of the sign were not felt until they were leaving the Great Hall for History of Magic. Harry. Ron. It was Angelina and she was hurrying toward them looking perfectly desperate. Its Toy defense 3, said Harry quietly, when she was near enough to hear him. Were still going to - You realize shes including Quidditch in this. Angelina said over him. We have to go and Toy defense 3 permission to re-form the Gryffindor team. What. said Harry. No way, said Ron, appalled. You read the sign, it mentions teams too. So listen, Harry. I am saying this for the last time. Please, please dont lose your temper with Umbridge again or she might not let us play anymore. Okay, okay, said Harry, for Angelina looked as though she was on the verge of tears. Dont worry, Ill behave myself. Bet Umbridge is in History of Magic, said Ron grimly, as they set off for Binnss lesson. She hasnt inspected Binns yet. Bet you anything shes there. But he was wrong; the only teacher present when they entered was Professor Binns, floating an inch or so above his chair as usual and preparing to continue his monotonous drone on giant wars. Harry did not even attempt to follow what he was saying today; he doodled idly on his parchment ignoring Hermiones frequent glares and nudges, until a particularly painful poke in the ribs made him look up angrily. What. She pointed at the window. Harry looked around. Hedwig was perched on the narrow window ledge, gazing through the thick glass at him, a letter tied to her leg. Harry could not understand it; they had just had breakfast, why on earth hadnt she delivered the letter then, as usual. Many of his classmates were pointing out Hedwig to each other too. Oh, Ive always loved that owl, shes so beautiful, Harry heard Lavender sigh to Parvati. He glanced around at Professor Binns who continued to read his notes, serenely unaware that the classs attention was even less focused upon him than usual. Harry slipped quietly off his chair, crouched wolfenstein 2009 steam, and hurried along the row to the window, where he slid the catch and opened it very slowly. He had expected Hedwig to hold out her leg so that he could remove the letter and then fly off to the Owlery, but the moment the window was open wide enough she hopped inside, hooting dolefully. He closed the window with an anxious glance at Professor Binns, crouched low again, and sped back to his seat with Hedwig on his shoulder. He regained his seat, transferred Hedwig to his lap, and made to remove the letter tied to her leg. It was only then that he realized that Hedwigs feathers were oddly ruffled; some were bent the wrong way, and she was holding one of her wings at an odd angle. Shes hurt. Harry whispered, bending his head low over her. Hermione and Ron leaned in closer; Hermione even put down her quill. Look - theres something wrong with her wing - Hedwig was quivering; when Harry made to touch the wing she gave a little jump, all her feathers on end as though she was inflating herself, and gazed at him reproachfully. Professor Binns, said Harry loudly, and everyone in the class turned to look at him. Im not feeling well. Professor Binns raised his eyes from his notes, looking amazed, as always, to find the room in front of him full of people. Not feeling well. he repeated hazily. Not at all well, said Https://warstrategygames.cloud/mobile/warfare-1917-mobile.php firmly, getting to his feet while concealing Hedwig behind his back. So I think Ill need to go to the hospital wing. Yes, said Professor Binns, clearly very much wrong-footed. Yes. yes, hospital wing. well, off you go, then, Perkins. Once outside the room Harry returned Hedwig to his shoulder and hurried off up the corridor, pausing to think only when he was out of sight of Binnss door. His first choice of somebody to cure Hedwig would have been Hagrid, of Toy defense 3, but as he had no idea where Hagrid was, his only remaining option was to find Professor Grubbly-Plank and hope she would help. He peered out of a window at the blustery, overcast grounds. There was no sign of her anywhere near Hagrids cabin; if she was not teaching, she was probably in the staffroom. He set off downstairs, Hedwig hooting feebly as she swayed on his shoulder. Two stone gargoyles flanked the staffroom door. As Harry approached, one of them croaked, You should be in class, sunny Jim. This is urgent, said Harry curtly. Ooooh, urgent, is it. said the other gargoyle in a high-pitched voice. Well, thats put us in our place, hasnt it. Harry knocked; he heard footsteps and then the door opened and he found himself face-to-face with Professor McGonagall. You havent been given another detention. she said at once, her square spectacles flashing alarmingly. No, Professor. said Harry hastily. Well then, why are you out of class. Its urgent, apparently, said the second gargoyle snidely. Im looking for Professor Grubbly-Plank, Harry explained. Its my owl, shes injured. Injured owl, did you say. Professor Grubbly-Plank appeared at Professor McGonagalls shoulder, smoking a pipe and holding a copy of the Daily Prophet. Yes, said Harry, lifting Hedwig carefully off his shoulder, she turned up after the other post owls and her wings all funny, look - Professor Grubbly-Plank stuck her pipe firmly between her teeth and took Hedwig from Harry while Professor McGonagall watched. Hmm, said Professor Grubbly-Plank, her pipe waggling slightly as she talked. Looks like somethings attacked her. Cant think what would have done it, though. Thestrals will sometimes go for birds, of course, but Hagrids got the Hogwarts thestrals well trained not to touch owls. Harry neither knew read article cared what thestrals were, he just wanted to know that Hedwig was going to be all right. Professor McGonagall, however, looked sharply at Harry and said, Do you know how far this owls traveled, Potter. Er, said Harry. From London, I think. He met her eyes briefly and knew that she understood London to mean number twelve, Grimmauld Place by the way her eyebrows had joined in the middle. Professor Grubbly-Plank pulled a monocle out of the inside of her robes and screwed it into her eye to examine Hedwigs wing closely. I should be able to sort this out if you leave her with me, Potter, she said. She shouldnt be flying long distances for a few days, in any case. Er - right - thanks, said Harry, just as the bell layout 2022 base th9 for break. No problem, said Professor Grubbly-Plank gruffly, turning back into the staffroom. Just a moment, Wilhelmina. said Professor McGonagall. Potters letter. Oh yeah. said Harry, who had momentarily forgotten the scroll tied to Hedwigs leg. Professor Grubbly-Plank handed it over and then disappeared into the staffroom carrying Hedwig, who was staring at Harry as though unable to believe he would give her away like this. Feeling slightly guilty, he turned to go, but Professor McGonagall called him back. Potter. Yes, Professor. She glanced up and down the corridor; there were students coming from both directions. Bear in mind, she said quickly and quietly, her eyes on the scroll in his hand, that channels of communication in and out of Hogwarts may be being watched, wont you. I - said Harry, but the flood of students rolling along the corridor was almost upon him. Professor McGonagall gave him a curt nod and retreated into the staffroom, leaving Harry to be swept out into the courtyard with the crowd. Here he spotted Ron and Hermione already standing in a sheltered corner, their cloak collars turned up against the wind. Harry slit open the scroll as he hurried toward them and found five words in Siriuss handwriting: Today, same time, same place. Is Hedwig okay. asked Hermione anxiously, the moment he was within earshot. Where did you take her. asked Ron. To Grubbly-Plank, said Harry. And I met McGonagall. Listen. And he told them what Professor McGonagall had said. To his surprise, neither of the others looked shocked; on the contrary, they exchanged significant looks. What. said Harry, looking from Ron to Hermione and back again. Well, I was just saying to Ron. what if someone had tried to intercept Hedwig. I mean, shes never been hurt on a flight before, has she. Whos the letter from anyway. asked Ron, taking the note from Harry. Snuffles, said Harry quietly. Same time, same place. Does he mean the fire in the common room. Obviously, said Hermione, also reading the note. She looked uneasy.

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