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Looking down, Harry saw the pug-faced Pansy Parkinson right at the front of the stands, her back to the pitch as she conducted the Slytherin supporters who were roaring: THATS WHY SLYTHERINS ALL SING: WEASLEY IS OUR KING. But twentynil was nothing, there was still time for Gryffindor to catch up or catch the Snitch, a few goals and they would be in the lead as usual, Harry assured himself, bobbing and weaving through the other players in pursuit of something shiny that turned out to be Montagues watch strap. But Ron let in two more goals. There was an edge of panic in Harrys desire to find the Snitch now. If he could just get it soon and finish the game quickly. - and Katie Bell of Gryffindor dodges Pucey, ducks Montague, nice swerve, Katie, and she throws to Johnson, Angelina Johnson takes the Quaffle, shes past Warrington, shes heading for goal, come on now Angelina - GRYFFINDOR SCORE. Its fortyten, fortyten to Slytherin and Pucey has the Quaffle. Harry could hear Lunas ludicrous lion hat roaring amidst the Gryffindor cheers and felt heartened; only thirty points in it, that was nothing, they could pull back easily. Harry ducked a Bludger that Crabbe had sent rocketing in his direction and resumed his frantic scouring of the pitch for the Snitch, keeping one eye on Malfoy in case he showed signs of having spotted it, but Malfoy, like him, was continuing to soar around the stadium, searching fruitlessly. - Pucey throws to Warrington, Warrington to Montague, Montague back to Pucey - Johnson intervenes, Johnson takes the Quaffle, Johnson to Bell, this looks good - I mean bad - Bells hit by a Bludger from Goyle of Slytherin and its Pucey in possession again. WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN, HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN, WEASLEY WILL MAKE SURE WE WIN - But Harry had seen it at last: The tiny fluttering Golden Snitch was hovering feet from the ground at the Slytherin end of the pitch. He dived. In a matter of seconds, Malfoy was streaking out of the sky on Harrys left, a green-and-silver blur lying flat on his broom. The Snitch skirted the foot of one of the goal hoops and scooted off toward the other side of the stands; its change of direction suited Malfoy, who was nearer. Harry pulled his Firebolt around, he and Malfoy were now neck and neck. Feet from the ground, Harry lifted his right hand from his broom, stretching toward the Snitch. to his right, Malfoys arm extended too, reaching, groping. It was over in two breathless, desperate, windswept seconds - Harrys fingers closed around the tiny, struggling ball - Malfoys fingernails scrabbled the back of Harrys hand hopelessly - Harry pulled his broom upward, holding the struggling ball in his hand and the Gryffindor spectators screamed their approval. They were saved, it did not matter that Ron had let in those goals, nobody would remember as long as Gryffindor had won - WHAM. A Bludger hit Harry squarely in the small of the back and he flew forward off his broom; luckily he was only five or six feet above the ground, having dived so low to catch the Snitch, but he was winded all the same as he landed flat on his back on the frozen pitch. He heard Madam Hoochs shrill whistle, an read article in the stands compounded of catcalls, angry yells and jeering, a thud, then Angelinas frantic voice. Are you all right. Course I am, said Harry grimly, taking her hand and allowing her to pull him to his feet. Madam Hooch was zooming toward one of the Slytherin players above him, though he could not see who it was at this angle. It was that thug, Crabbe, said Angelina angrily. He whacked the Bludger at you the moment he saw youd got the Snitch - but we won, Harry, we won. Harry heard a snort from behind him and turned around, still holding the Snitch tightly in his hand: Draco Malfoy had landed close by; white-faced with fury, he was still managing to sneer. Saved Weasleys neck, havent you. he said to Harry. Ive never seen a worse Keeper. but then he was born in a bin. Did you like my lyrics, Potter. Harry did not answer; he turned away to meet the rest of the team who were now landing one by one, yelling and punching the air in triumph, all except Ron, who had dismounted from his broom over by the goalposts and was click here his way slowly back to the changing rooms alone. We wanted to write another couple of verses. Malfoy called, as Katie and Alicia hugged Harry. But we couldnt find rhymes for fat and ugly - we wanted to sing about his mother, see - Talk about sour grapes, said Angelina, casting Malfoy a disgusted look. - we couldnt fit in useless loser either - for his father, you know - Fred and George had realized what Malfoy was talking about. Halfway through shaking Harrys hand they stiffened, looking around at Malfoy. Leave it, said Angelina at once, taking Fred by the arm. Leave it, Fred, let him yell, hes just sore he lost, the jumped-up little - - but you like the Weasleys, dont you, Potter. said Malfoy, sneering. Spend holidays there and everything, dont you. Cant see how you ru game the stink, but I suppose when youve been dragged up by Muggles even the Weasleys hovel smells okay - Harry grabbed hold of George; meanwhile it was taking the combined efforts of Angelina, Alicia, and Katie to stop Fred leaping on Malfoy, who was laughing openly. Harry looked around for Madam Hooch, but she was still berating Crabbe for his illegal Bludger attack. Or perhaps, said Malfoy, leering as he backed away, you can remember what your mothers house stank like, Potter, and Weasleys pigsty reminds you of it - Harry was not aware of releasing George, all he knew was that a second later both of them were sprinting at Malfoy. He had completely forgotten the fact that all the teachers were watching: All he wanted to do was cause Malfoy as much pain as possible. Baldurs gate 3 moonrise towers in boston no time to draw out his wand, he merely drew back the fist clutching the Snitch and sank it as hard as he could into Malfoys stomach - Harry. HARRY. GEORGE. He could hear girls voices screaming, Malfoy yelling, George swearing, a whistle blowing, and the bellowing of the crowd around him, but he did not care, not until somebody in the vicinity yelled IMPEDIMENTA. and only when he was knocked over backward by the force of the spell did he abandon the attempt to punch every inch of Malfoy he could reach. What do you think youre doing. screamed Madam Hooch, as Harry leapt to his feet again; it was she who had hit him with the Impediment Jinx. She was holding her whistle in one hand and a wand in the other, her broom lay abandoned several feet away. Malfoy was curled up on the ground, whimpering and moaning, his nose bloody; George was sporting a swollen lip; Fred was still being forcibly counter 1.6 resolution by the three Chasers, and Crabbe was cackling in the background. Ive never seen behavior like it - back up to the castle, both of you, and straight to your Head of Houses office. Now. Harry and George marched off the pitch, both panting, neither saying a word to each other. The howling and jeering of the crowd grew fainter and fainter until they reached the entrance hall, where they could hear nothing except the sound of their own footsteps. Harry became aware that something was still struggling in his right hand, the knuckles of which he had bruised against Malfoys jaw; looking down he saw the Snitchs silver wings protruding from between his fingers, struggling for release. They had barely reached the door of Professor McGonagalls office when she came marching along the corridor behind them. She was wearing a Gryffindor scarf, but tore it from her throat with shaking hands as she strode toward them, looking livid. she said furiously, pointing to the door. Harry and George entered. She strode around behind her desk and faced them, quivering with rage as she threw the Gryffindor scarf aside onto the floor. Well. she said. I have never seen such a disgraceful exhibition. Two onto one. Explain yourselves. Malfoy provoked us, said Harry stiffly. Provoked you. shouted Professor McGonagall, slamming a fist onto her desk so that her tartan biscuit tin slid sideways off it and burst open, littering the floor with Ginger Newts. Hed just lost, hadnt he, of course he wanted to provoke you. But what on earth he can have said that justified what you two - He insulted my parents, snarled George. And Harrys mother. But instead of leaving it to Madam Hooch to sort out, you two decided to give an exhibition of Muggle dueling, did you. bellowed Professor McGonagall. Have you any idea what youve -. Hem, hem. George and Harry both spun around. Dolores Umbridge was standing in the doorway wrapped in a green tweed cloak that greatly enhanced her resemblance to a giant toad, and smiling in the horribly sickly, ominous way that Harry had come to associate with imminent misery. May I help, Professor McGonagall. asked Professor Umbridge in her most poisonously sweet voice. Blood rushed into Professor McGonagalls face. Help. she repeated in a constricted voice. What do you mean, help. Professor Umbridge moved forward into the office, still smiling her sickly smile. Why, I thought you might be grateful for a little extra authority. Harry would not have been surprised to see sparks fly from Professor McGonagalls nostrils. You thought wrong, she said, turning her back on Umbridge. Now, you two had better listen closely. I do not care what provocation Malfoy offered you, I do not care if he insulted every family member you possess, your behavior was disgusting and I am giving each of you a weeks worth of detention. Do not look at me like that, Potter, you deserve it. And if either of you ever - Hem, hem. Professor McGonagall closed her eyes as though praying for patience as she Baldurs gate 3 moonrise towers in boston her face toward Professor Umbridge again. Yes. I think they deserve rather more than detentions, said Umbridge, smiling still more go here. Professor McGonagalls eyes flew open. But unfortunately, she said, with an attempt at a reciprocal smile that made her look as though she had lockjaw, it is what I think that counts, as they are in my House, Dolores. Well, actually, Minerva, simpered Umbridge, I think youll find that what I think does count. Now, where is it. Cornelius just sent it. I mean, she gave a little false laugh as she rummaged in her handbag, the Minister just sent it. Ah yes. She had pulled out a piece of parchment that she now unfurled, clearing her throat fussily before starting to read what it said. Hem, hem. Educational Decree Number Twenty-five. Not another one. exclaimed Professor McGonagall violently. Well, yes, said Umbridge, still smiling. As a matter of continue reading, Minerva, it was you who made me see that we needed a further amendment. You remember how you overrode me, when I was unwilling to allow the Gryffindor Quidditch team to re-form. How you took the case to Dumbledore, who insisted that the team be allowed to play. Well, now, I couldnt have that. I contacted the Minister at once, and he quite agreed with me that the High Inquisitor has to have the power to strip pupils of privileges, or she - that is to say, I - would have less authority than common teachers. And you see now, dont you, Minerva, how right I was in attempting to stop the Gryffindor team re-forming. Dreadful tempers. Anyway, I was reading out our amendment. hem, hem. The High Inquisitor will henceforth have supreme authority over all punishments, sanctions, and removal of privileges pertaining to the students of Hogwarts, and the power to alter such punishments, sanctions, and removals of privileges as may have been ordered by other staff members. Signed, Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, Order of Merlin First Class, etc.etc. She rolled up the parchment and put it back into her handbag, still smiling. So. I really think I will have to ban these two from playing Quidditch ever again, she said, looking from Steam iron generator to George and back again. Harry felt the Snitch fluttering madly in his hand. Ban us. he said, and his voice sounded strangely distant. From playing. ever again. Yes, Mr. Potter, I think a lifelong ban ought to do the trick, said Umbridge, her smile widening still further as she watched him struggle to comprehend what she had said. You and Mr. Weasley here. And I think, to be safe, this young mans twin ought to be stopped too - if his teammates had not restrained him, I feel sure he would have attacked young Mr. Malfoy as well. I will want their broomsticks confiscated, of course; I shall keep them safely in my office, to make sure there is no infringement of my ban. But I am not unreasonable, Professor McGonagall, she continued, turning back to Professor McGonagall who was now standing as still as though carved from ice, staring at her. The rest of the team can continue playing, I saw no signs of violence from any of them. Well. good afternoon to you. And with a look of the utmost satisfaction Umbridge left the room, leaving a horrified silence in her wake. Banned, said Angelina in a hollow voice, late that evening in the common room. Banned. No Seeker and no Beaters. What on earth are we going to do. It did not feel as though they had won the match at all. Everywhere Harry looked there were disconsolate and angry faces; the team themselves were slumped around the fire, all apart from Ron, who had not been seen since the end of the match. Its just so unfair, said Alicia numbly. I mean, what about Crabbe and that Bludger he hit after the whistle had been blown. Has she banned him. No, said Ginny miserably; she and Hermione were sitting on either side of Harry. He just got lines, I heard Montague laughing about it at dinner. And banning Fred when he didnt even do anything. said Alicia furiously, pummeling her knee with her fist. Its not my fault I didnt, said Fred, with a very ugly look on his face. I wouldve pounded the little scumbag to a pulp if you three hadnt been holding me back. Harry stared miserably at the dark window. Snow was falling. The Snitch he had caught earlier was now zooming around and around the common room; people were watching its progress as though hypnotized and Crookshanks was leaping from chair to chair, trying to catch it. Im going to bed, said Angelina, getting slowly to her feet. Maybe this will all turn out to have been a bad dream. Maybe Ill wake up tomorrow and find we havent played yet. She was soon followed by Alicia and Katie. Fred and George sloped off to bed some time later, glowering at everyone they passed, and Ginny went not long after that. Only Harry and Hermione were left beside the fire. Have you seen Ron. Hermione asked in a low voice. Harry shook his head. I think hes avoiding us, said Hermione. Where do you think he -. But at that precise moment, there was a creaking sound behind them as the Fat Lady swung forward and Ron came clambering through the portrait hole. He was very pale indeed and there was snow in his hair. When he saw Harry and Hermione he stopped dead in his tracks. Where have you been. said Hermione anxiously, springing up. Walking, Ron mumbled. He was still wearing his Quidditch things. You look frozen, said Hermione. Come and sit down. Ron walked to the fireside and sank into the chair farthest from Harrys, not looking at him. The stolen Snitch zoomed over their heads. Im sorry, Ron mumbled, looking at his feet. What for. said Harry. For thinking I can play Quidditch, said Ron. Im going to resign first thing tomorrow. If you resign, said Harry testily, therell only be three players left on the team. And when Ron looked puzzled, he said, Ive been given a lifetime ban. Sove Fred and George. What. Ron yelped. Hermione told him the full story; Harry could not bear to tell it again. When she had finished, Ron looked more anguished than ever. This is all my fault - You didnt make me punch Malfoy, said Harry angrily. - if I wasnt so lousy at Quidditch - - its got nothing to do with that - - it was that song that wound me up - - it wouldve wound anyone up - Hermione got up and walked to the window, away from the argument, watching the snow swirling down against the pane.

And I am happy to say that on this occasion I have succeeded. May I introduce you. He turned to face the open front doors, through which night mist was now drifting. Harry heard hooves. There was a shocked murmur around the hall and those nearest the doors hastily moved even farther backward, some of them tripping over in their haste to clear a path for the newcomer. Through the mist came a face Harry had seen once before on a dark, dangerous night in the Forbidden Forest: white-blond hair and astonishingly blue eyes, the head and torso of a man joined to the palomino body of a horse. This is Firenze, said Dumbledore happily to a thunderstruck Umbridge. Baldues think youll find him suitable. I CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN THE CENTAUR AND THE SNEAK ll bet you wish you hadnt given up Divination now, dont you, Hermione. asked Parvati, smirking. It was breakfast time a few days after the sacking of Professor Trelawney, and Parvati was curling her eyelashes around grand theft auto iv archive.org wand and examining the effect in the back of her Baldurs gate 3 inquisitors chamber jpg. They were to have their first lesson with Firenze that morning. Not really, said Hermione indifferently, who was reading the Daily Prophet. Ive never really liked horses. She turned a page of the newspaper, scanning its columns. Hes not a horse, hes a centaur. said Lavender, sounding shocked. A gorgeous centaur. sighed Parvati. Balldurs way, hes still got four legs, said Hermione coolly. Anyway, I thought you two were all upset that Trelawney had gone. We are. Lavender assured her. We went up to her office to see her, we took her some daffodils - not the honking ones that Sprouts got, nice ones. How is she. asked Harry. Not very good, poor thing, said Lavender sympathetically. She was crying and saying shed rather leave the castle forever than stay here if Umbridge is still here, and I dont blame her. Umbridge was horrible to her, wasnt she. Ive got a feeling Umbridge has only just started being horrible, said Hermione darkly. Impossible, said Ron, who Baldurs gate 3 inquisitors chamber jpg tucking into a large plate of eggs and bacon. She cant get any worse than shes been already. You mark my words, shes going to want revenge on Dumbledore for appointing a new teacher without consulting her, said Hermione, closing the newspaper. Especially another part-human. You saw the look on her face when she saw Firenze. After breakfast Hermione departed for her Arithmancy class and Harry and Ron followed Parvati and Lavender into the entrance hall, heading for Divination. Arent we going up to North Tower. asked Ron, looking puzzled, as Parvati inquisitorx the marble staircase. Parvati looked scornfully over her shoulder at him. How dyou expect Firenze to climb that ladder. Were in classroom eleven now, it was on the notice board yesterday. Classroom eleven was situated in the ground-floor corridor leading off the entrance hall on the opposite side to the Great Cgamber. Harry knew it to be one of those classrooms that were never used regularly, and that it therefore had the slightly neglected feeling of a cupboard or storeroom. Jph he entered it right behind Ron, and found himself right in the middle of a forest clearing, he was therefore momentarily stunned. What the -. The classroom floor had become springily mossy and trees were growing out of it; their leafy branches fanned across the ceiling and windows, so that the room was full of slanting shafts of soft, dappled, green light. The students who had already arrived were sitting on the earthy floor with their backs resting against tree trunks or boulders, Baldurrs wrapped around their knees or folded tightly across their chests, looking rather nervous. In the middle Bxldurs the room, where there were no trees, stood Firenze. Harry Potter, he said, holding out a hand when Harry entered. Er - hi, said Harry, shaking hands with the centaur, who surveyed him unblinkingly through those astonishingly blue eyes but did not smile. Er - good to see you. And you, said the centaur, inclining his white-blond head. It was foretold that we would meet again. Harry noticed that there was the shadow of a hoof-shaped bruise jgp Firenzes chest. As he turned to join the rest of the class upon the floor, he saw that they were all looking at him with awe, apparently deeply impressed that he was on speaking check this out with Firenze, whom they seemed to find intimidating. When the door was closed and the last student had sat down upon a tree stump beside the wastepaper basket, Firenze gestured around the room. Professor Dumbledore has kindly arranged this classroom for us, said Baldurs gate 3 inquisitors chamber jpg, when everyone had settled down, in imitation of my natural habitat. I would have preferred to teach you in the Forbidden Forest, which was - until Monday - my home. but this is not possible. Please - er - sir - said Parvati breathlessly, raising her hand, why not. Weve been in there with Hagrid, were not frightened. It is not a question of your bravery, said Firenze, but of my position. I can no longer return to the forest. My herd has banished me. Herd. said Lavender in a confused voice, and Harry knew she was thinking of cows. What - oh. Comprehension dawned on her face. There are more of you. she said, stunned. Did Hagrid breed you, like the thestrals. asked Dean eagerly. Firenze turned his head very slowly to face Dean, Baldusr seemed to realize at once that he had said something very offensive. I didnt - I meant - sorry, he finished in a hushed voice. Centaurs are not the servants or playthings of humans, said Firenze quietly. There was a pause, then Parvati raised her hand again. Please, sir Baldurs gate 3 inquisitors chamber jpg. why have the other centaurs banished you. Because Steam a head of what is have agreed to work for Professor Dumbledore, said Firenze. They see this as a betrayal of our kind. Harry remembered how, nearly four years ago, the centaur Bane had shouted at Firenze for allowing Harry to ride to safety upon his back, calling him a common mule. He wondered whether it had been Bane who had kicked Firenze in the chest. Let us begin, said Balddurs.