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He began. I mean, who. has anyone youve known ever died. Yes, said Luna simply, my mother. She was a quite extraordinary witch, you know, but she did like to experiment and one of her spells went rather badly wrong one day. I was nine. Im sorry, Harry mumbled. Yes, it was rather horrible, said Luna conversationally. I still feel very sad about it sometimes. But Ive still got Dad. And anyway, its not as though Ill never see Mum again, is it. Er - isnt it. said Harry uncertainly. She shook her head in disbelief. Oh, come on. You heard them, just behind the veil, didnt you. You mean. In that room with the archway. They were just lurking out of sight, thats all. You heard them. They looked at each other. Luna was smiling slightly. Harry did not know what to say, or to think. Luna believed so many extraordinary things. yet he had been sure he had advance voices behind the veil too. Are you sure you dont want me to help you look for your stuff. he said. Oh no, said Luna. No, I think Ill just go down and have some pudding and wait for it all to turn up. It always does in the end. Well, have a nice holiday, Harry. Yeah. yeah, you too. She walked away from him, and as he watched her go, he found that the terrible weight in his stomach seemed to have lessened slightly. The journey home on the Hogwarts Express next day was eventful in several ways. Firstly, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who had clearly been waiting all week for the opportunity to strike without teacher witnesses, attempted to ambush Harry halfway down the train as he made his way back from the toilet. The attack might have succeeded had it not been for the fact that they unwittingly chose to stage the attack right outside a compartment full of D. members, who saw what was happening through the glass and rose as one to rush to Harrys aid. By the time Warfre Macmillan, Hannah Abbott, Susan Bones, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Anthony All pubg gameloop yang yo agree, and Terry Boot had finished using a wide variety of the hexes and jinxes Harry had taught them, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle resembled nothing so much as three gigantic avvanced squeezed into Hogwarts uniforms as Harry, Ernie, and Justin hoisted them into the luggage rack and left them there to ooze. I must say, Im looking forward to seeing Malfoys mothers face when he gets off the train, said Ernie with some satisfaction, as he watched Malfoy squirm above him. Ernie had never quite got over the indignity of Malfoy docking points from Hufflepuff during his brief spell as a member of the Inquisitorial Squad. Goyles mumll be really pleased, though, said Ron, who had come to investigate the source of the commotion. Hes loads better-looking now. Anyway, Harry, the food trolleys just stopped if you want anything. Harry thanked the others and accompanied Ron back to their compartment, where he bought a large pile of Cauldron Cakes and Pumpkin Pasties. Hermione was reading the Daily Prophet again, Ginny was doing go here quiz in The Quibbler, and Neville was stroking his Mimbulus mimbletonia, which had grown a great deal over the year and now made odd crooning noises when touched. Harry and Ron whiled away most of the journey playing wizard chess while Hermione read out snippets from the Prophet. It was now full of articles about how to repel dementors, attempts by the Ministry to track down Avdanced Eaters, and hysterical letters claiming that the writer had seen Lord Voldemort walking past their house that very morning. It hasnt really started yet, sighed Hermione gloomily, folding up the newspaper again. But it wont be long now. Hey, Harry, said Ron, nodding toward the glass window onto the corridor. Harry looked around. Cho was passing, accompanied by Marietta Edgecombe, who was wearing a balaclava. His and Chos eyes met for a moment. Cho blushed and kept walking. Harry looked back down at the chessboard just in time to see one of his pawns chased off its square by Rons knight. Whats - er - going on with you and her anyway. Ron asked quietly. Nothing, said Harry truthfully. I - er - Call of duty advanced warfare armor shes going out with someone else pubg hd downloads, said Hermione tentatively. Harry was surprised to find that this information did not hurt at all. Wanting to impress Cho seemed to belong to a past that was no longer quite connected with him. So much of what he had wanted before Siriuss death felt that way these days. The week that had elapsed since he had last seen Sirius seemed to have lasted much, much longer: It stretched across two universes, the one with Sirius in it, and the one without. Youre well out of it, mate, said Ron forcefully. I mean, shes quite good-looking and all that, but you want someone a bit more cheerful. Shes probably cheerful enough with someone else, said Harry, shrugging. Whos she awrfare now anyway. Ron asked Hermione, but it was Ginny who answered. Michael Corner, she said. Michael - but - said Ron, craning around in his seat to stare at her. But you were going out with him. Not anymore, said Ginny resolutely. He didnt like Gryffindor beating Ravenclaw at Quidditch and got really sulky, so Adavnced ditched him and he ran off to comfort Cho instead. She scratched her nose absently with the end of her quill, turned The Quibbler upside down, Call of duty advanced warfare armor began marking her answers. Ron looked highly delighted. Well, I always thought he was a watfare of an idiot, he said, prodding his queen forward toward Harrys quivering castle. Good for you. Just choose someone - better - next time. He cast Harry an oddly furtive look as he said it. Well, Ive chosen Dean Thomas, would you say hes better. asked Ginny vaguely. WHAT. shouted Ron, upending the chessboard. Armpr went plunging after the pieces and Hedwig and Pigwidgeon twittered and hooted angrily from overhead. As the train slowed down in the approach to Kings Cross, Harry thought he had never wanted to leave it less. He ot wondered fleetingly what would happen if he simply refused to get off, but remained stubbornly sitting there until the first of September, when it would take him back to Hogwarts. When it finally puffed to a standstill, however, he lifted down Hedwigs cage and prepared to drag his trunk from the train as usual. When the ticket inspector signaled to him, Ron, and Hermione that it was safe to walk through the magical barrier between platforms nine and ten, however, he found a surprise awaiting him on the other side: a group of people standing there to greet him whom he had not expected at all. There was Mad-Eye Moody, looking quite as armro with his bowler hat pulled low over his magical eye as he would have done without it, his gnarled hands clutching a long staff, his body wrapped in warcare voluminous traveling cloak. Tonks stood just behind him, her bright bubble-gum-pink hair gleaming in the duyt filtering through the dirty glass station ceiling, wearing heavily patched jeans and a bright purple T-shirt bearing the legend THE WEIRD SISTERS. Next to Tonks was Lupin, his face pale, his hair graying, a long and threadbare overcoat covering a shabby jumper and trousers. At the front of the group stood Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, dressed in their Muggle best, and Fred and George, who were both amror brand-new jackets in some lurid green, scaly material. Ron, Ginny. called Mrs. Weasley, hurrying forward and hugging her children tightly. Oh, and Harry dear - how are you. Fine, lied Harry, as she pulled him into a tight embrace. Over her shoulder he saw Ron goggling at the twins new clothes. What are they supposed to be. he asked, pointing at the jackets. Finest dragon skin, source bro, said Fred, giving his zip a little tweak. Business is booming and we thought wed treat ourselves. Hello, Harry, said Lupin, as Mrs. Weasley let go of Harry and turned to greet Hermione. Hi, said Harry. I didnt expect. what are you all doing here. Well, said Lupin with a slight smile, we thought we might have a little chat with your aunt and uncle before letting them take you home. I dunno if thats a good idea, said Harry at once. Oh, I think it is, growled Moody, who had limped a little closer. Thatll be them, will it, Potter. He pointed with his thumb over his shoulder; his magical eye was evidently peering through the back of his head and his bowler hat. Harry leaned an inch or so to the left to see where Mad-Eye was pointing and there, sure enough, were the three Dursleys, who looked positively appalled to see Harrys reception committee. Ah, Harry. said Mr. Weasley, turning from Hermiones parents, whom he had been suty enthusiastically, and who were taking it in turns to hug Hermione. Well - shall we do it, then. Yeah, I reckon so, Arthur, said Moody. He and Mr. Weasley took the lead across the station toward the place where the Dursleys stood, apparently rooted to the floor. Hermione disengaged herself gently from her mother to join the group. Good afternoon, said Mr. Weasley pleasantly to Uncle Vernon, coming to a halt right in front of him. You might remember me, my names Arthur Weasley. As Mr. Weasley had singlehandedly demolished most of the Dursleys living room two years previously, Harry would have been very surprised if Uncle Vernon had forgotten him. Sure enough, Uncle Vernon turned Calll deeper shade of puce and glared at Mr. Weasley, but chose not to say anything, partly, perhaps, because the Dursleys were outnumbered two to one. Aunt Petunia looked both frightened and embarrassed. She kept glancing around, as though terrified somebody she knew would see her in such company. Dudley, meanwhile, seemed to be trying to look small and insignificant, a feat at which he was failing extravagantly. We thought wed just have a few words with you about Harry, said Afvanced. Weasley, still smiling. Yeah, growled Moody. About how hes treated when hes at your place. Uncle Vernons mustache seemed to bristle with indignation. Possibly because the bowler hat gave him the entirely mistaken impression that he was dealing with a kindred spirit, he addressed himself to Moody. I am not aware that it is any of your business what goes on in my house - I expect what youre not aware of would fill several books, Dursley, growled Moody. Anyway, thats not the point, interjected Tonks, whose pink hair seemed to offend Aunt Petunia more than all the rest put together, for she closed her eyes rather than look at her. The point is, if we find out youve been horrible to Harry - - and make no mistake, well hear about it, added Lupin pleasantly. Yes, said Mr. Weasley, even if you wont let Harry use the fellytone - Telephone, whispered Hermione. Yeah, if we get any hint that Potters been mistreated in any way, youll have us to answer to, said Moody. Uncle Vernon swelled ominously. His sense of outrage seemed to outweigh even his fear of this bunch of oddballs. Are you threatening me, sir. he said, so loudly that passersby actually turned to stare. Yes, I am, said Mad-Eye, who seemed rather pleased that Uncle Vernon had grasped this fact so quickly. And do I look like the kind of man who can be intimidated. barked Uncle Vernon. Well. said Moody, pushing back his bowler hat to reveal his sinisterly revolving magical eye. Uncle Vernon leapt backward in horror and collided painfully with a luggage trolley. Yes, Id have to say you do, Dursley. He turned from Uncle Vernon to Harry. So, Potter. give us a shout if you need us. If we dont hear from you for three days in a row, well send someone along. Aunt Petunia whimpered piteously. It could not have been plainer that she was thinking of what the neighbors would say aromr they caught sight of these people marching up the garden path. Bye, then, Potter, said Moody, grasping Harrys shoulder for a moment with a gnarled hand. Take care, Harry, said Lupin quietly. Keep in touch. Or, well have you away from there as soon as we can, Mrs. Weasley whispered, hugging him again. Well see you soon, mate, said Ron anxiously, shaking Harrys hand. Really soon, Harry, said Hermione earnestly. We promise. Harry nodded. He somehow could not find words to tell them what it meant to him, to see them all ranged there, on his side. Instead he smiled, raised a hand in farewell, turned around, and led the way out of the station toward the sunlit street, with Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley hurrying along in his wake. Text copyright © 2003 by J. Rowling. Cover illustration by Olly Moss © Dury Limited 2015. Interior illustrations by Mary GrandPré © 2003 by Pubg game mod apk on pc Bros. Harry Potter characters, names and related indicia are trademarks of and © Warner Bros. Ent. Harry Potter Publishing Rights © J. Rowling. This digital edition first published by Pottermore Limited in 2015 Published in print in the U. by Arthur A. Levine Books, an imprint of Scholastic Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in whole or in part, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission of the publisher. ISBN 978-1-78110-647-1 TO MACKENZIE, MY BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER, I DEDICATE HER INK-AND-PAPER TWIN. CONTENTS ONE The Other Minister TWO Spinners End THREE Will and Wont FOUR Horace Slughorn FIVE An Excess of Phlegm SIX Dracos Detour SEVEN The Slug Club EIGHT Snape Victorious NINE The Half-Blood Prince TEN The House of Gaunt ELEVEN Hermiones Helping Hand TWELVE Silver and Opals THIRTEEN The Secret Riddle FOURTEEN Felix Warfate FIFTEEN The Unbreakable Vow SIXTEEN A Very Frosty Christmas SEVENTEEN A Sluggish Caol EIGHTEEN Birthday Surprises NINETEEN Elf Tails TWENTY Lord Voldemorts Request TWENTY-ONE The Unknowable Room TWENTY-TWO After the Burial TWENTY-THREE Horcruxes TWENTY-FOUR Sectumsempra TWENTY-FIVE The Seer Overheard TWENTY-SIX The Cave TWENTY-SEVEN The Lightning-Struck Tower TWENTY-EIGHT Flight of the Prince TWENTY-NINE The Phoenix Lament THIRTY The White Tomb I CHAPTER ONE THE OTHER MINISTER t was nearing midnight and the Prime Minister was sitting alone in his office, reading a long memo that was slipping through his brain without leaving warfafe slightest trace of meaning behind. He was waiting for a call from the President of a far advanded country, and between wondering when the wretched man would telephone, and aarfare to suppress unpleasant memories of what had been a very long, tiring, and difficult week, there was not much space in his head for anything else. The more he attempted to focus on the print on the page before him, the more clearly the Prime Minister could see the gloating face of one of his political opponents. This particular opponent had appeared on the news that very day, not only to enumerate all the terrible things that had happened in the last week (as though anyone needed reminding) but also to explain why each and every one of them was the governments fault. The Prime Ministers pulse quickened at the very thought of these accusations, for they were neither fair nor true. How dut earth was his government supposed to have stopped that bridge collapsing. It was outrageous for anybody to suggest that they were not spending enough on bridges. The bridge was fewer than ten years old, and the best experts were at a loss to explain why it had snapped cleanly in two, sending a dozen cars into the watery depths of the river below. And how dare anyone suggest that it was lack of adanced that had resulted in those two very nasty and wellpublicized murders. Or that the aarmor should have somehow foreseen the freak hurricane in the West Country that had caused so much damage to both people and property. And was it his fault that one of his Junior Ministers, Herbert Chorley, had chosen this week to act so peculiarly that he was now going to be spending a lot more time with his family. A grim mood has gripped the country, the opponent had concluded, barely concealing his own broad grin. And unfortunately, this was perfectly true. The Prime Minister felt it himself; people really did seem more miserable than usual. Even the weather was dismal; all this chilly adanced in the middle of July. It wasnt right, it wasnt normal. He turned over the second page of the memo, saw how much longer it went on, and gave it up as a bad job. Stretching his arms above his head he looked around his office mournfully. It was a waefare room, with a fine marble fireplace facing the long sash windows, firmly closed against the unseasonable chill. With a slight shiver, the Prime Minister got up and moved over to the window, looking out at the thin mist that was pressing itself against the glass. It was then, as he stood with his back to the room, that he heard a soft cough behind him. He froze, nose to nose with his own scared-looking reflection in the dark glass. He knew that cough. He had heard it before. He turned very slowly to face the empty room. Hello. he said, trying to sound braver than he felt. For a brief moment he allowed himself the impossible hope that nobody would answer him. However, a voice responded at once, a crisp, decisive voice that sounded as though it were reading a prepared statement. It was coming - as the Prime Minister had known at the first cough - from the froglike little man wearing a long silver wig who was depicted in a small, dirty oil painting in the far corner of the room. To the Prime Minister of Muggles. Urgent we meet. Kindly respond immediately. Sincerely, Fudge. The man in the painting looked inquiringly at the Prime Minister. Er, said the Prime Minister, listen. Its not a very good time for me. Im waiting for a telephone call, you see. from the President of - That can be rearranged, said the portrait at once. The Prime Ministers heart sank. He had been afraid of that. But I really was rather hoping to speak - Od shall arrange for the President to forget to call. He will telephone tomorrow night instead, said the little man. Kindly respond immediately to Mr. Fudge. oh. very well, said the Prime Minister weakly. Yes, Ill see Fudge. He hurried dhty to his desk, straightening his tie as he went. He had barely resumed his seat, and arranged his face into what he hoped was a relaxed and unfazed Clal, when bright green flames burst into life in the empty grate beneath his marble mantelpiece. He watched, trying not to betray a flicker of surprise or alarm, as a portly man appeared within the flames, spinning as fast as a top. Seconds later, he had climbed out onto a rather fine antique rug, brushing ash from the sleeves of his long pin-striped cloak, a lime-green bowler hat in his hand. Ah. Prime Minister, said Cornelius Fudge, striding forward with his hand outstretched. Good to see you again. The Prime Minister could not honestly return this compliment, so said nothing at all. He was not remotely pleased to see Dufy, whose occasional appearances, apart from being downright alarming in themselves, generally meant that he was about to hear some very bad news. Furthermore, Fudge was looking distinctly careworn. He was thinner, balder, and grayer, and his face had a crumpled look. The Prime Minister had seen that kind of idea rust game crashing when joining server for a right! in politicians before, and it never boded well. How can I help you. he said, shaking Fudges hand very briefly and gesturing toward the hardest of the chairs in front of the desk. Difficult to know where to begin, muttered Fudge, pulling up the chair, sitting down, and placing his green bowler upon his knees. What a week, what a week. Had a bad one too, have you. asked the Prime Minister stiffly, hoping to convey by this that he had quite enough on his plate already without any extra helpings from Fudge. Yes, of course, said Fudge, rubbing his eyes advancef and looking morosely at the Prime Minister. Ive been having the same week you have, Prime Minister. The Brockdale Bridge. the Bones and Vance murders. not to mention the ruckus in the Lf Country. You - er - your - I mean to say, some of your people were - were involved in those - those things, were they. Fudge fixed the Prime Minister with a rather stern look. Of course they were, he said. Surely youve realized whats admor on. hesitated the Prime Minister. It was precisely this sort of behavior that made him advsnced Fudges visits so much. He was, after all, the Prime Minister and did not appreciate being made to feel like an ignorant schoolboy. But of course, it had been like this from his very first meeting with Fudge on his very first evening as Prime Minister. He remembered it as though it were yesterday and knew it would haunt him until his dying day. He had been standing armlr in this very office, continue reading the triumph that was his after so many Call of duty advanced warfare armor of dreaming and scheming, when he had heard a cough behind him, just like tonight, and turned to find that ugly little portrait talking to him, announcing that the Minister of Magic was about to arrive and introduce himself. Naturally, he had thought that the long campaign and the strain of the election had caused him to go mad. He had been utterly terrified to find a portrait talking to him, though this had been nothing to how he felt when a self-proclaimed wizard had bounced out of the fireplace and shaken his hand. He had remained speechless throughout Fudges kindly explanation that there were witches and wizards still living in secret all over the world and his reassurances that he was not to bother his head about them as the Ministry of Magic took responsibility for the whole Wizarding community and prevented the non-magical population from getting wind of them. It was, said Fudge, a difficult job that encompassed everything from regulations on responsible use of broomsticks to keeping the dragon population under control (the Prime Minister remembered clutching the desk for support at this point).

Nicked what. said Ron. Polyjuice Potion. He stole some of the Polyjuice Potion Slughorn showed us in our first Potions lesson. There arent a whole variety of students standing guard for Malfoy. its just Crabbe and Goyle as usual. Yeah, it all fits. said Harry, jumping up and starting to pace in front of the fire. Theyre stupid enough to do what theyre told even if he wont tell them what hes up to. but he doesnt want them to be seen lurking around outside the Room of Requirement, so hes got them taking Polyjuice to make them look like other people. Those two girls I saw him with when he missed Quidditch - ha. Crabbe and Goyle. Do you mean to say, said Hermione in a hushed voice, that that little girl whose scales I repaired -. Yeah, of course. said Harry loudly, staring at her. Of course. Malfoy mustve been inside the room at the time, so she - what am I talking about. - he dropped the scales to tell Malfoy not to come out, because there was someone there. And there was that https://freestrategygames.cloud/free/baldurs-gate-3-free-download-zeoworks.php who dropped the toadspawn too. Weve been walking past him all the time and not realizing it. Hes got Crabbe and Goyle transforming Steam deck fortnite xbox cloud gaming girls. guffawed Ron. Blimey. No wonder they dont look too happy these days. Im surprised they dont tell him to stuff it. Well, they wouldnt, would they, if hes shown them his Dark Mark. said Harry. Hmmm. the Dark Mark we dont know exists, said Hermione skeptically, rolling up Rons dried essay before it could come to any more harm and handing it to him. Well see, said Harry confidently. Yes, we will, Hermione said, getting to her Steam deck fortnite xbox cloud gaming and stretching. But, Harry, before you get all excited, I still dont think youll be able to get into the Room of Requirement without knowing whats there first. And I dont think you should forget - she heaved her bag onto her shoulder and gave him a very serious look - that what youre supposed to be concentrating on is getting that memory from Slughorn. Good night. Harry watched her go, feeling slightly disgruntled. Once the door to the girls dormitories had closed behind her he rounded on Ron. What dyou think. Wish I Steam deck fortnite xbox cloud gaming Disapparate like a house-elf, said Ron, staring at the spot where Dobby had vanished. Id have that Apparition Test in the bag. Read article did not sleep well that night. He lay awake for what felt like hours, wondering how Malfoy was using the Room of Requirement and what he, Harry, would see when he went in there the following day, for whatever Hermione said, Harry was sure that if Steam deck fortnite xbox cloud gaming had rust character viewer able to see the headquarters of the D.he would be able to see Malfoys. what could it be. A meeting place. A hideout. A storeroom. A workshop. Harrys mind worked feverishly and his dreams, when he finally fell asleep, were broken and disturbed by images of Malfoy, who turned into Slughorn, who turned into Snape. Harry was in a state of great anticipation over breakfast the following morning; he had a free period before Defense Against the Dark Arts and was determined to spend it trying to get into the Room of Requirement. Hermione was rather ostentatiously showing no interest in his whispered plans for forcing entry into the room, which irritated Harry, because he thought she might be a lot of help if she wanted to. Look, he said quietly, leaning forward and putting a hand on the Daily Prophet, which she had just removed from a post owl, to stop see more from opening it and vanishing behind it. I havent forgotten about Slughorn, but I havent got a clue how to get that memory off him, and until I get a brain wave why shouldnt I find out what Malfoys doing. Ive already told you, you need to persuade Slughorn, said Hermione. Its not a question of tricking him or bewitching him, or Dumbledore could have done it in a second. Instead of messing around outside the Room of Requirement - she jerked the Prophet out from under Harrys hand and unfolded it to look at the front page - you should go and find Slughorn and start appealing to his better nature. Anyone we know -. asked Ron, as Hermione scanned the headlines. Yes. said Hermione, causing both Harry and Ron to gag on here breakfast. But its all right, hes not dead - its Mundungus, hes been arrested and sent to Azkaban. Something to do with impersonating an Inferius during an attempted burglary. and someone called Octavius Pepper has vanished. Oh, and how horrible, a nine-year-old boy has been arrested for trying to kill his grandparents, they think he was under the Imperius Curse. They finished their breakfast in silence. Hermione set off immediately for Ancient Runes; Ron for the common room, where he still had to finish his conclusion on Snapes dementor essay; and Harry for the corridor on the seventh floor and the stretch of wall opposite the tapestry of Barnabas the Barmy teaching trolls to do ballet. Harry slipped on his Invisibility Cloak once he had found an empty passage, but he need not have bothered. When he reached his destination he found it deserted. Harry was not sure whether his chances of getting inside the room were better with Malfoy inside it or out, but at least his first attempt was not going to be complicated by the presence of Crabbe or Goyle pretending to be an eleven-year-old girl.