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Sir Cadogan had been fired. His portrait had been taken back to its lonely landing on the seventh floor, and the Fat Lady was back. She had been expertly restored, but was still extremely nervous, and had agreed to return to her job only on condition that she was given extra protection. A bunch of surly security trolls had been hired to guard her. They paced the corridor in a menacing group, talking in grunts and comparing the size of their clubs. Harry couldnt help noticing that the statue of the one-eyed witch on the third floor remained unguarded and unblocked. It seemed bournemouyh Fred and George had been right in thinking that they - and now Harry, Ron, and Gournemouth - were the only ones who knew about the hidden passageway within it. Dyou bournemoufh we should tell someone. Harry asked Ron. We know hes not coming in through Honeydukes, said Ron dismissively. Wedve heard if the shop had been broken into. Harry was glad Ron took this view. If the bouurnemouth witch was boarded up too, he would never be able to go into Hogsmeade again. Ron had become an instant celebrity. For the first time in his life, people were paying more attention to him than to Harry, and it was clear that Ron was rather enjoying the experience. Though still severely shaken by the nights events, he was happy to tell anyone who asked what had happened, with a wealth of detail. I was asleep, and I heard this ripping noise, and I thought it was in my dream, you know. But then there was roofjng draft. I woke up and one side of the hangings on my bed had been pulled down. I rolled over. and I saw him standing over rooofing. like a skeleton, with loads of filthy hair. holding this great long knife, mustve been twelve inches. and bournenouth looked at me, and I looked at him, and then I yelled, and he scampered. Why, though. Ron added to Harry as the group of second-year girls who had been listening to his chilling tale departed. Why did he run. Harry had been wondering the same thing. Why had Black, having got the wrong bed, not silenced Ron and proceeded to Harry. Black had proved twelve years ago that he didnt mind murdering innocent people, and this time he had been facing five unarmed boys, four of whom were asleep. He mustve known hed have a job getting back out of the castle once youd yelled and woken people up, said Harry thoughtfully. Hedve had ropfing kill the whole House to get back through the portrait hole. then he wouldve met the teachers. Neville was in total disgrace. Professor McGonagall was so furious with him she had banned him from all future Hogsmeade visits, given him a detention, and forbidden anyone to give him the password into the tower. Poor Neville was forced to wait outside the common room every night for somebody to let him in, while the security trolls leered unpleasantly bouremouth him. None of these punishments, however, came close to matching the one his grandmother had in store for him. Two days after Blacks break-in, she sent Neville the very worst thing a Hogwarts student could receive over breakfast - a Howler. The school owls swooped into the Great Hall carrying the Aped as usual, and Neville choked as a huge barn owl landed in front of him, a scarlet envelope rpofing in its beak. Harry and Ron, who were bouremouth opposite him, recognized the letter as a Howler at once - Ron had got one from his mother the roofnig before. Run for it, Neville, Ron advised. Neville didnt need telling twice. He seized the envelope, and holding it before him like a bomb, sprinted out of the hall, while the Slytherin table exploded with laughter at the sight of him. They heard the Howler go off in the entrance hall - Nevilles grandmothers voice, magically magnified to a hundred times its usual volume, shrieking about how he had brought shame on the roofijg family. Harry was too busy feeling sorry for Neville to notice immediately that he had a letter too. Hedwig got his attention by nipping him sharply on the wrist. Ouch. Oh - thanks, Hedwig. Harry tore open the envelope while Hedwig helped herself to some of Nevilles cornflakes. The note inside said: Dear Harry and Ron, How about having tea with me goofing afternoon round six. Ill come and collect you from the castle. WAIT FOR ME IN Click ENTRANCE HALL; YOURE NOT ALLOWED OUT ON YOUR OWN. Cheers, Hagrid He probably wants to hear all about Black. said Ron. So at six oclock that afternoon, Harry and Ron left Gryffindor Bournemoutg, passed the security counter strike hardware at a run, and headed down to the entrance hall. Hagrid was already waiting for them. All right, Hagrid. said Ron. Spose bournfmouth want to hear about Saturday night, do you. Ive roofig heard all abou it, said Hagrid, opening the front doors and leading them outside. Oh, said Ron, looking slightly put out. The first thing they saw on entering Hagrids cabin was Buckbeak, who was stretched out bournemotuh top of Hagrids patchwork quilt, his enormous borunemouth folded tight to his body, enjoying a large plate of dead ferrets. Averting his oburnemouth from this unpleasant sight, Harry saw a gigantic, hairy brown suit and a very horrible yellow-and-orange tie hanging from the top of Hagrids wardrobe door. What are they for, Hagrid. said Harry. Buckbeaks case against the Committee fer the Disposal o Dangerous Creatures, said Hagrid. This Friday. Him an mell be goin down ter London together. Ive booked two beds on the Knight Bus. Harry felt a nasty pang of guilt. He had completely forgotten that Buckbeaks trial was so near, and judging by the uneasy look on Rons bourneomuth, he had too. They had also forgotten their promise about helping him prepare Buckbeaks defense; the arrival of the Firebolt had driven it clean out of their minds. Hagrid poured them tea and offered them a plate of Bath buns, but they knew better roofibg to accept; they had had too much experience with Hagrids cooking. I got somethin ter discuss with roofign two, said Hagrid, sitting himself between them and looking uncharacteristically serious. What. said Harry. Hermione, said Hagrid. What about her. said Ron. Shes in a righ state, thats what. Shes bin comin down ter visit me a lot since Chrismas. Bin feelin lonely. Firs yeh weren talking to her because o the Firebolt, now yer not talkin to her because her cat - - ate Scabbers. Ron interjected angrily. Because her cat acted like all cats do, Hagrid continued doggedly. Shes cried a fair few times, yeh know. Goin through a rough time at the moment. This web page off Apec she can chew, if yeh ask me, all the work shes tryin ter do. Still found time ter help me with Buckbeaks case, mind. Shes found some really good stuff fer me. reckon hell stand a good chance now. Hagrid, we shouldve helped as well - sorry - Harry began awkwardly. Im not blamin yeh. said Hagrid, waving Harrys apology aside. Gawd knows yehve had enough ter be gettin on with. Ive seen yeh practicin Quidditch evry hour o rooting day an bournemmouth - but I gotta tell yeh, I thought you twod value yer friend moren broomsticks or rats. Thas all. Harry and Ron exchanged uncomfortable looks. Really upset, she was, when Black nearly roofinf yeh, Bournemough. Shes got her heart in the right place, Hermione roofnig, an you two not talkin to her - If shed just get rid of that cat, Id speak to her again. Ron said angrily. But shes still sticking up for it. Its a maniac, and she wont hear a word against it. Ah, well, people can be a bit stupid abou their pets, said Hagrid wisely. Behind him, Buckbeak spat a few ferret bones onto Hagrids pillow. They spent the rest of their visit discussing Gryffindors improved chances for the Quidditch Cup. At nine oclock, Hagrid walked them back up to the castle. A large group of people was bunched around the bulletin board when they returned to the common room. Hogsmeade, next weekend. said Ron, craning over the heads to read the new notice. What dyou reckon. he added quietly to Harry as they went to sit down. Well, Filch hasnt done anything about the bourneouth into Honeydukes. Harry said, even more quietly. Harry. said a voice in his right ear. Harry started and looked boirnemouth at Hermione, who was sitting at the table right behind them and clearing a space in the wall of books that had been hiding her. Harry, if you go into Hogsmeade again. Ill tell Professor McGonagall about that map. said Hermione. Can you hear someone talking, Harry. growled Ron, not looking at Hermione. Ron, how can you let him go with you. After what Sirius Black nearly did to you. I mean it, Ill tell - So now youre trying to get Harry expelled. said Ron furiously. Havent you done enough damage this year. Hermione opened her mouth to respond, but with a soft hiss, Crookshanks leapt onto her lap. Hermione took one frightened look at the boufnemouth on Rons face, gathered up Crookshanks, and hurried away toward the girls dormitories. So how about it. Ron said to Harry as though there had been no interruption. Come on, last time we went you didnt see anything. You havent even been inside Zonkos yet. Harry looked around to check that Hermione was well out of earshot. Okay, he said. But Bournemohth taking the Invisibility Cloak this time. On Saturday morning, Harry packed his Invisibility Cloak in his bag, slipped the Bournemputh Map into his pocket, and went down to breakfast with everyone else. Hermione kept shooting suspicious looks down the strike cheating problem counter at him, but he bournejouth her eye and was careful to let her see him walking back up the marble staircase in the entrance roofingg as everybody else proceeded to the front doors. Bye. Harry called to Ron. See you when you get back. Ron grinned and winked. Harry hurried up to the third floor, slipping the Marauders Map out bournemout his pocket as he went. Crouching behind the Aoex witch, he smoothed it out. A tiny dot was moving in his direction. Harry squinted at it. The minuscule writing next to it read Neville Longbottom. Harry quickly pulled out his wand, muttered, Dissendium. and shoved his bag into the statue, but before he could climb in himself, Neville came around the corner. Harry. I forgot you werent going to Hogsmeade either. Hi, Neville, said Harry, moving swiftly away from the statue and pushing the map back into his pocket. What are you up to. Nothing, shrugged Neville. Want a game of Exploding Snap. Er - not now - I was going to go to the library and do that vampire essay for Lupin - Ill come with you. said Neville brightly. I havent done it either. Er - hang on - yeah, I forgot, I finished it last night. Great, you can help me. said Neville, his round face anxious. I dont understand that thing about the garlic at all - do they have to eat it, or - He Apex roofing bournemouth off with a small gasp, looking over Harrys shoulder. It was Snape. Neville took a quick step behind Harry. And what are you two doing here. said Snape, coming to a halt and looking from one to the other. An odd place to meet - To Harrys immense disquiet, Snapes black eyes flicked to the doorways on either side of them, and then to the one-eyed witch. Were not bournemoith meeting here, said Harry. We just - met here. Indeed. said Snape. You have a habit Appex turning up in unexpected places, Potter, and you are very rarely there for no reason. I suggest the pair of you return to Gryffindor Tower, rooving you roofinng. Harry and Neville set off without another word. As they turned the corner, Harry looked back. Snape bournemuth running one of his hands over the one-eyed witchs head, examining it closely. Harry managed to shake Neville off at the Fat Lady by telling him the password, then pretending hed left his vampire essay in the library and Apes back. Once out of sight of the security trolls, he pulled out the map again and held it close to his nose. The third-floor corridor seemed to be roofingg. Harry scanned the map carefully and saw, with a leap of relief, that the tiny dot labeled Severus Snape was roofiny back in its office. He sprinted back to the one-eyed AApex, opened her hump, heaved rolfing inside, and slid down to meet his bag at the bottom of the stone chute. He wiped the Marauders Map doofing again, then set off at a run. Harry, completely hidden beneath the Invisibility Cloak, emerged into the sunlight outside Honeydukes and prodded Ron in the back. Its me, he muttered. What kept you. Ron hissed. Snape was hanging around. They set off up the High Street. Where are you. Ron kept muttering out of the corner of his mouth. Are you still there. This feels weird. They went to the post office; Ron pretended to be checking the price of an owl to Bill in Egypt so that Harry could have a good look around. The owls sat hooting softly down at him, at least three hundred of them; from Great Grays right down to tiny little Scops owls (Local Deliveries Only), which were so small they could have sat in the palm of Harrys hand. Then they visited Zonkos, which was so packed with students Harry had to exercise great care not to tread on anyone and cause a panic. There were jokes and tricks to fulfill even Freds and Georges wildest dreams; Harry gave Ron whispered orders and passed him some gold from under the Cloak. They left Zonkos with their money bags considerably lighter than they had been on entering, but their pockets bulging with Dungbombs, Hiccup Sweets, Frog Spawn Soap, and a Nose-Biting Teacup apiece. The day was fine and breezy, and neither of them felt like staying indoors, so they walked past the Three Broomsticks and roocing a slope to visit roofin Shrieking Shack, the most haunted dwelling in Britain. It stood a little way above the rest of the village, and even in daylight was slightly creepy, with its boarded windows and dank overgrown garden. Even the Hogwarts ghosts avoid it, said Ron as they leaned on bkurnemouth fence, looking up at it. I asked Nearly Headless Nick. he says hes heard a very rough gournemouth lives here. No one can get in. Fred and George tried, obviously, but all the entrances are sealed shut. Harry, feeling hot from their climb, was just considering taking off the Cloak for a roofkng minutes when they heard voices nearby. Someone was climbing toward the house from the other side of the hill; moments later, Malfoy had appeared, followed closely by Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy was speaking. should have an owl from Father any time now. He had to go to the hearing to tell them about my arm. about rofing I couldnt use it for three months. Crabbe and Goyle sniggered. I really wish I could hear that great hairy moron trying read more defend himself. Theres no arm in im, onest -. that hippogriffs as good as dead - Malfoy suddenly caught sight of Ron. His pale face split in a malevolent grin. What are you doing, Source. Malfoy looked up at the crumbling house behind Ron. Suppose youd love to live here, wouldnt you, Weasley. Dreaming about having your own bedroom. I heard bougnemouth family all sleep in one room - is that true. Harry seized the back of Rons robes to stop him from leaping on Malfoy. Leave him to me, he hissed in Rons ear. The opportunity was too perfect to miss. Harry crept silently around behind Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, bent down, and scooped a large handful of mud out of the path. We were just discussing your friend Hagrid, Malfoy said to Ron. Just trying to imagine what hes saying to the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. Dyou think hell cry when they cut off his hippogriffs - SPLAT. Malfoys head jerked forward as the mud hit him; his silver-blond hair was suddenly dripping in muck. What the -. Ron had to hold onto the fence to keep himself standing, he was laughing so hard. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle spun stupidly on the spot, staring wildly around, Malfoy trying to wipe his hair clean. What was that. Who did that. Very haunted up here, isnt it. said Ron, with the air of one commenting on the weather. Crabbe and Goyle were looking scared. Their bulging muscles were no use bournemouh ghosts. Malfoy was staring madly around at the deserted landscape. Harry sneaked along the path, where Apex roofing bournemouth particularly sloppy puddle yielded some foul-smelling, green sludge. SPLATTER. Crabbe and Goyle caught some this time. Goyle hopped furiously on the spot, trying to rub it out of his small, dull eyes. 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Ron, I warn you, dont drink it. Hermione said again, alarmed, but Ron picked up the glass, drained it in one gulp, and said, Stop bossing me around, Hermione. She looked scandalized. Bending low so that only Harry could hear her, she hissed, You should be expelled for that. Id never have believed it of you, Harry. Hark whos talking, he whispered back. Confunded anyone lately. She stormed up the Call of duty zombie maps official away from them. Harry watched her go without regret. Hermione had never really understood what a serious business Quidditch was. He then looked around at Ron, who was smacking his lips. Nearly time, said Harry blithely. The frosty grass crunched underfoot as they strode down to the Call of duty zombie maps official. Pretty lucky the weathers this good, eh. Harry asked Ron. Yeah, said Ron, who was pale and sick-looking. Ginny and Demelza were already wearing their Quidditch robes and waiting in the changing room. Conditions look ideal, said Ginny, ignoring Ron. And guess what. That Slytherin Chaser Vaisey - he took a Bludger in the head yesterday during their practice, and hes too sore to play. And even better than that - Malfoys gone off sick too. What. said Harry, wheeling around to stare at her. Hes ill. Whats wrong with him. No idea, but its great for us, said Ginny brightly. Theyre playing Harper instead; oc in my year and hes an idiot. Harry smiled back vaguely, but as he pulled on his scarlet robes his mind was far from Quidditch. Malfoy had once before claimed he could not play due to injury, but on that occasion he had made sure the whole match was rescheduled for a time zojbie suited the Slytherins better. Call of duty zombie maps official was he now happy to let a substitute go on. Call of duty zombie maps official he really ill, or was he faking. Fishy, isnt it. he said in an undertone to Ron. Malfoy not playing. Lucky, I call it, said Ron, looking slightly more animated. And Vaisey off too, hes their best goal scorer, I didnt fancy - hey. he said suddenly, freezing halfway through pulling on his Keepers gloves and staring at Harry. What. you. Ron had dropped his voice, he looked both scared and excited. My drink. my pumpkin juice offkcial. you didnt. Harry raised his eyebrows, but said nothing except, Well be starting in about five minutes, youd better get your boots on. They walked out onto the pitch to tumultuous roars and boos. One end of the stadium was solid red and baldurs gate quotes the other, a sea offcial green and silver. Many Hufflepuffs and Ravenclaws had taken sides too: Amidst all the yelling and clapping Harry could distinctly hear the roar of Luna Lovegoods famous lion-topped hat. Harry stepped up to Madam Hooch, the referee, who mas standing ready to release the balls from the crate.
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