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So Durmstrangll just look like a ruin to an outsider too. Maybe, said Hermione, shrugging, or it might have Muggle-repelling charms on it, like the World Cup stadium. And to keep foreign wizards from finding it, theyll have made it Unplottable - Come again. Well, you can enchant a building so its impossible to plot on a map, cant you. Er. if you say so, said Harry. But I think Durmstrang must be somewhere in the far north, said Hermione thoughtfully. Somewhere very cold, because theyve got fur capes as part of their uniforms. Ah, think of the possibilities, said Ron dreamily. It wouldve been so easy more info push Malfoy off a glacier and make it look like an accident. Shame his mother likes him. Here rain became heavier and heavier as the train moved farther north. The sky was so dark and the windows so steamy that the lanterns were lit by midday. The lunch trolley came rattling along the go here, and Harry bought a large stack of Cauldron Cakes for them to share. Several of their friends looked in on them as the afternoon progressed, including Seamus Finnigan, Dean Thomas, and Neville Longbottom, a roundfaced, extremely forgetful boy who had been brought up by his formidable witch of a grandmother. Seamus was still wearing his Ireland rosette. Some of its magic seemed to be wearing off now; it was still squeaking Troy - Mullet - Moran. but in a very feeble and exhausted sort of way. After half an hour or so, Hermione, growing tired of the endless Quidditch talk, buried herself once more in The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4, and started trying to learn a Summoning Charm. Neville listened jealously to the others conversation as they relived the Cup match. Gran didnt want to go, he said miserably. Wouldnt buy tickets. It sounded amazing though. It was, said Ron. Look at this, Neville. He rummaged in his trunk up in the luggage rack and pulled out the miniature figure of Viktor Krum. Oh wow, said Neville enviously as Ron tipped Krum onto his pudgy hand. We saw him right up close, as well, said Ron. We were in the Top Box - For the first and last time in your life, Weasley. Draco Malfoy had appeared in the doorway. Behind him stood Crabbe and Goyle, his enormous, thuggish cronies, both of whom appeared to have grown at least a foot during the summer. Evidently they had overheard the conversation through the compartment door, which Dean and Seamus had left ajar. Dont remember asking you to join us, Malfoy, said Harry coolly. Weasley. what is that. said Malfoy, pointing at Pigwidgeons cage. A sleeve of Rons dress robes was dangling from it, swaying with the motion of the train, the moldy lace cuff very obvious. Ron made to stuff the robes out of sight, but Malfoy was too quick for him; he seized the sleeve and pulled. Look at this. said Malfoy in ecstasy, holding up Rons robes and showing Crabbe and Goyle, Weasley, you werent thinking of wearing these, were you. I mean - they were very fashionable in about 1890. Eat dung, Malfoy. said Ron, the same color as the dress robes as he snatched them back out of Malfoys grip. Malfoy howled with derisive laughter; Crabbe and Goyle guffawed stupidly. So. going to enter, Weasley. Going to try and bring a bit of glory to the family name. Theres money involved as well, you know. youd be able to afford some decent robes if you won. What are you talking about. snapped Ron. Are you going to enter. Malfoy repeated. I suppose you will, Potter. You never miss a chance to show off, do you. Either explain what youre on about or go away, Malfoy, said Hermione testily, over the top of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 4. A gleeful smile spread across Malfoys pale face. Dont tell me you dont know. he said delightedly. Youve got a father and brother at the Ministry and you dont even know. My God, my father told me about it ages ago. heard it from Cornelius Fudge. But then, Fathers always associated with the top people at the Ministry. Maybe your fathers too junior to know about it, Weasley. yes. they probably dont talk about important stuff Baldurs gate 3 ornate mirror xl front of him. Laughing once more, Malfoy beckoned to Crabbe and Goyle, and the three of them disappeared. Ron got to his feet and slammed the sliding compartment door so hard behind them that the glass shattered. Ron. said Hermione reproachfully, and she pulled out her wand, muttered Reparo. Baldurs gate 3 ornate mirror xl the glass shards flew back into a single pane and back into the door. Well. making it look like he knows everything and we dont. Ron snarled. Fathers always associated with the top people at the Ministry. Dad couldve got a promotion any time. he just likes it where he is. Of course he does, said Hermione quietly. Dont let Malfoy get to you, Ron - Him. Get to me. As if. said Ron, picking up one of the remaining Cauldron Cakes and squashing it into a pulp. Rons bad mood continued for the rest of the journey. He didnt talk much as they changed into their school robes, and was still glowering when the Hogwarts Express slowed down at last and finally stopped in the pitchdarkness of Hogsmeade station. As the train doors opened, there was a rumble of thunder overhead. Hermione bundled up Crookshanks in her cloak and Ron left his dress robes over Pigwidgeon as they left the train, heads bent and eyes narrowed against the downpour. The rain was now coming down so thick and fast that it was as though buckets of ice-cold water were being emptied repeatedly over their heads. Hi, Hagrid. Harry yelled, seeing a gigantic silhouette at the far end of the platform. All righ, Harry. Hagrid bellowed back, waving. See yeh at the feast if we don drown. First years traditionally reached Hogwarts Castle by sailing across the lake with Hagrid. Oooh, I wouldnt fancy crossing the lake in this weather, said Hermione fervently, shivering as they inched slowly along the dark platform with the rest of the crowd. A hundred horseless carriages stood waiting for them outside the station. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville climbed gratefully into one of them, the door shut with a snap, and a few moments later, with a great lurch, the long procession of carriages was rumbling and splashing its way up the track toward Hogwarts Castle. T CHAPTER TWELVE THE TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT hrough the gates, flanked with statues of winged boars, and up the sweeping drive the carriages trundled, swaying dangerously in what was fast becoming a gale. Leaning against the window, Harry could see Hogwarts coming nearer, its many lighted windows blurred and shimmering behind the thick curtain of rain. Lightning flashed across the sky as their carriage came to a halt before the great oak front doors, which stood at the top of a flight of stone steps. People who had occupied the carriages in front were already hurrying up the stone steps into the castle. Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville jumped down from their carriage and dashed up the steps too, looking up only when they were safely inside the cavernous, torch-lit entrance hall, with its magnificent marble staircase. Blimey, said Ron, shaking his head and sending water everywhere, if that keeps up the lakes going to overflow. Im soak - ARRGH. A large, bundles duty call of torrent warzone, water-filled balloon had dropped from out of the ceiling onto Rons head and exploded. Drenched and sputtering, Ron staggered sideways into Harry, just as a second water bomb dropped - narrowly missing Hermione, it burst at Harrys feet, sending a wave of cold water over his sneakers into his socks. People all around them shrieked and started pushing one another in their efforts to get out of the line of fire. Harry looked up and saw, floating twenty feet above them, Peeves the Poltergeist, a little man in a bell-covered hat and orange bow tie, his wide, malicious face contorted with concentration as he took aim again. PEEVES. yelled an angry voice. Peeves, come down here at ONCE. Professor McGonagall, deputy headmistress and Head of Gryffindor House, had come dashing out of the Great Hall; she skidded on the wet floor and grabbed Hermione around the neck to stop herself from falling. Ouch - sorry, Miss Granger - Thats all right, Professor. Hermione gasped, massaging her throat. Peeves, get down here NOW. barked Professor McGonagall, straightening her pointed hat and glaring upward through her square-rimmed spectacles. Not doing nothing. cackled Peeves, lobbing a water bomb at several fifth-year girls, who screamed and dived into the Great Hall. Already wet, arent they. Little squirts. Wheeeeeeeeee. And he aimed another bomb at a group of second years who had just arrived. I shall call the headmaster. shouted Professor McGonagall. Im warning you, Peeves - Peeves stuck out his tongue, threw the last of his water bombs into the air, and zoomed off up the marble staircase, cackling insanely. Well, move along, then. said Professor McGonagall sharply to the bedraggled crowd. Into the Great Hall, come on. Harry, Ron, and Hermione slipped and slid across the entrance hall and through the double doors on the right, Ron muttering furiously under his breath as he pushed his sopping hair off his face. The Great Hall looked its usual splendid self, decorated for the start-ofterm feast. Golden plates and goblets gleamed by the light of hundreds and hundreds of candles, floating over the tables in midair. The four long House tables were packed with chattering students; at the top of the Hall, the staff sat along one side of a fifth table, facing their pupils. It was much warmer in here. Harry, Ron, and Hermione walked past the Slytherins, the Ravenclaws, and the Hufflepuffs, and sat down with the rest of the Gryffindors at the far side of the Hall, next to Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost. Pearly white and semitransparent, Nick was dressed tonight in his usual doublet, but with a particularly large ruff, which served the dual purpose of looking extrafestive, and insuring that his head didnt wobble too much on his partially severed neck. Good evening, he said, beaming at them. Says who. said Harry, taking off his sneakers and emptying them of water. Hope they hurry up with the Sorting. Im starving. The Sorting of the new students into Houses took place at the start of every school year, but by an unlucky combination of circumstances, Harry hadnt been present at one since his own. He was quite looking forward to it. Just then, a highly excited, breathless voice called down the table. Hiya, Harry. It was Colin Creevey, a third year to whom Harry was something of a hero. Hi, Colin, said Harry warily. Harry, guess what. Guess what, Harry. My brothers starting. My brother Dennis. Er - good, said Harry. Hes really excited. said Colin, practically bouncing up and down in his seat. I just hope hes in Gryffindor. Keep your fingers crossed, eh, Harry. Er - yeah, all right, said Harry. He turned back to Hermione, Ron, and Nearly Headless Nick. Brothers and sisters usually go in the same Houses, dont they. he said. He was judging by the Weasleys, all seven of whom had been put into Gryffindor. Oh no, not necessarily, said Hermione. Parvati Patils twins in Ravenclaw, and theyre identical. Youd think theyd be together, wouldnt you. Harry looked up at the staff table. There seemed to be rather more empty seats there than usual. Hagrid, of course, was still fighting his way across the lake with the first years; Professor McGonagall was presumably supervising the drying of the entrance hall floor, but there was another empty chair too, and Harry couldnt think who else was missing. Wheres the new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. said Hermione, who was also looking up at the teachers. They had never yet had a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who had lasted more than three terms. Harrys favorite by far had been Professor Lupin, who had resigned last year. He looked up and down the staff table. There was definitely no new face there. Maybe they couldnt get anyone. said Hermione, looking anxious. Harry scanned the table more carefully. Tiny little Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, was sitting on a large pile of cushions beside Professor Sprout, the Herbology teacher, whose hat was askew over her flyaway gray hair. She was talking to Professor Sinistra of the Astronomy department. On Professor Sinistras other side was the sallow-faced, hook-nosed, greasyhaired Potions master, Snape - Harrys least favorite person at Hogwarts. Harrys loathing of Snape was matched only by Snapes hatred of him, a hatred which had, if possible, intensified last year, when Harry had helped Sirius escape right under Snapes overlarge nose - Snape and Sirius had been enemies since their own school days. On Snapes other side was an empty seat, which Harry guessed was Professor McGonagalls. Next to it, and in the very center of the table, sat Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster, his sweeping silver hair and beard shining in the candlelight, his magnificent deep green robes embroidered with many stars and moons. The tips of Dumbledores long, thin fingers were together and he was resting his chin upon them, staring up at the ceiling through his half-moon spectacles as though lost in thought. Harry glanced up at the ceiling too. It was enchanted to look like the sky outside, and he had never seen it look this stormy. Black and purple clouds were swirling across it, and as another thunderclap sounded outside, a fork of lightning flashed across it. Apex legends gift card codes hurry up, Ron moaned, beside Harry, I could eat a hippogriff. The words were no sooner out of his mouth than the doors of the Great Hall opened and silence fell. Professor McGonagall was leading a long line of first years up to the top of the Hall. If Harry, Ron, and Hermione were wet, it was nothing to how these first years looked. They appeared to have swum across the lake rather than sailed. All of them were shivering with a combination of cold and nerves as they filed along the staff table and came to a halt in a line facing the rest of the school - all of them except the smallest of the lot, a boy with mousy hair, who was wrapped in what Harry recognized as Hagrids moleskin overcoat. The coat was so big for him that it looked as though he were draped in a furry black circus tent. His small face protruded from over the collar, looking almost painfully excited. When he had lined up with his terrified-looking peers, he caught Colin Creeveys eye, gave a double thumbsup, and mouthed, I fell in the lake. He looked positively delighted about it. Professor McGonagall now placed a four-legged stool on the ground before the first years and, on top of it, an extremely old, dirty, patched wizards hat. The first years stared at it. So did everyone else. For a moment, there was silence. Then a long tear near the brim opened wide like a mouth, and the hat broke into song: A thousand years or more ago, When I was newly sewn, There lived four wizards of renown, Whose names are still well known: Bold Gryffindor, from wild moor, Fair Ravenclaw, from glen, Sweet Hufflepuff, from valley broad, Shrewd Slytherin, from fen. They shared a wish, a hope, a dream, They hatched a daring plan To educate young sorcerers Thus Hogwarts School began. Now each of these four founders Formed their own House, for each Did value different virtues In the ones they had to teach. By Gryffindor, the bravest were Prized far beyond the rest; For Ravenclaw, the cleverest Would always be the best; For Hufflepuff, hard workers were Most worthy of admission; And power-hungry Slytherin Loved those of great ambition. While still alive they did divide Their favorites from the throng, Yet how to pick the worthy ones When they were dead and gone. Twas Gryffindor who found the way, He whipped me off his head The founders put some brains in me So I could choose instead. Now slip me snug about your ears, Ive never yet been wrong, Ill have a look inside your mind And tell where you belong. The Great Hall rang with applause as the Sorting Hat finished. Thats not the song it sang when it Sorted us, said Harry, clapping along with everyone else. Sings a different one every year, said Ron. Its got to be a pretty boring life, hasnt it, being a hat. I suppose it spends all year making up the next one. Professor McGonagall was now unrolling a large scroll of parchment. When I call out your name, you will put on the hat and sit on the stool, she told the first years. When the hat announces your House, you will go and sit at the appropriate table. Ackerley, Stewart. A boy walked forward, visibly trembling from head to foot, picked up the Sorting Hat, put it on, and sat down on the stool. RAVENCLAW. shouted the hat. Stewart Ackerley took off the hat and hurried into a seat at the Ravenclaw table, where everyone was applauding him. Harry caught a glimpse of Cho, the Ravenclaw Seeker, cheering Stewart Ackerley as he sat down. For a fleeting second, Harry had a strange desire to join the Ravenclaw table too. Baddock, Malcolm. SLYTHERIN. The table on the other side of the hall erupted with cheers; Harry could see Malfoy clapping as Baddock joined the Slytherins. Harry wondered whether Baddock knew that Slytherin House had turned out more Dark witches and wizards than any other. Fred and George hissed Malcolm Baddock as he sat down. Branstone, Eleanor. HUFFLEPUFF. Cauldwell, Owen. HUFFLEPUFF. Creevey, Dennis. Tiny Dennis Creevey staggered forward, tripping over Hagrids moleskin, just as Hagrid himself sidled into the Hall through a door behind the teachers table. About twice as tall as a normal man, and at least three times as broad, Hagrid, with his long, wild, tangled black hair and beard, looked slightly alarming - a misleading impression, for Harry, Ron, and Hermione knew Hagrid to possess a very kind nature. He winked at them as he sat down at the end of the staff table and watched Dennis Creevey putting on the Sorting Hat. The rip at the brim opened wide - GRYFFINDOR. the hat shouted. Hagrid clapped along with the Gryffindors as Dennis Creevey, beaming widely, took off the hat, placed it back on the stool, and hurried over to join his brother. Colin, I fell in. he said shrilly, throwing himself into an empty seat. It was brilliant. And something in the water grabbed me and pushed me back in the boat. Cool. said Colin, just as excitedly. It was probably the giant squid, Dennis. Wow. said Dennis, as though nobody in their wildest dreams could hope for more than being thrown into a storm-tossed, fathoms-deep lake, and pushed out of it again by a giant sea monster. Dennis.

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