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HARRIS, GETAWAY DRIVER AND FOUL-WEATHER FRIEND CONTENTS ONE The Worst Birthday TWO Dobbys Warning THREE The Burrow FOUR At Flourish and Blotts FIVE The Whomping Willow SIX Gilderoy Lockhart SEVEN Mudbloods and Murmurs EIGHT The Deathday Are grand theft auto online descargar pc gratis share NINE The Writing on the Wall TEN The Rogue Bludger ELEVEN The Dueling Club TWELVE The Polyjuice Potion THIRTEEN The Very Secret Diary FOURTEEN Cornelius Fudge FIFTEEN Aragog SIXTEEN The Chamber of Secrets SEVENTEEN The Heir of Slytherin EIGHTEEN Dobbys Reward N CHAPTER ONE THE WORST BIRTHDAY ot for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, Privet Drive. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew Harrys room. Third time this week. he roared across the table. If you cant control that owl, itll have to go. Harry tried, yet again, to explain. Shes bored, he said. Shes used to flying around outside. If I could just let her out at night - Do I look stupid. snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache. I know whatll happen if that owls let out. He exchanged dark looks with his wife, Petunia. Harry tried to argue back but his words were drowned by a long, loud belch from the Dursleysson, Dudley. I want more bacon. Theres more in the frying pan, sweetums, said Aunt Petunia, turning misty eyes on her massive son. We must build you up while weve got the chance. I dont like the sound of that school food. Nonsense, Petunia, I never went hungry when I was at Smeltings, said Uncle Vernon heartily. Dudley gets enough, dont you, son. Dudley, who was so large his bottom drooped over either side of the kitchen chair, grinned and turned to Harry. Pass the frying pan. Youve forgotten the magic word, said Harry irritably. The effect of this simple sentence on the rest of the family was incredible: Dudley gasped and fell off his chair with a crash that shook the whole kitchen; Mrs. Dursley gave a small scream and clapped her hands to her mouth; Mr. Dursley jumped to his feet, veins throbbing in his temples. I meant please. said Harry quickly. I didnt mean - WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU, thundered his uncle, spraying spit over the table, ABOUT SAYING THE M WORD IN OUR HOUSE. But I - HOW DARE YOU THREATEN DUDLEY. roared Uncle Vernon, pounding the table with his fist. I just - I WARNED YOU. I WILL NOT TOLERATE MENTION OF YOUR ABNORMALITY UNDER THIS ROOF. Harry stared from his purple-faced uncle to his pale aunt, who was trying to heave Dudley to his feet. All right, said Harry, all right. Uncle Vernon sat back down, breathing like a winded rhinoceros and watching Harry closely out of the corners of his small, sharp eyes. Ever since Harry had come home for the summer holidays, Uncle Vernon had Call of duty years you have treating him like a bomb that might go off at any moment, because Harry Potter wasnt a normal boy. As a matter of fact, he was as not normal as it is possible to be. Harry Potter was a wizard - a wizard fresh from his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And if the Dursleys were unhappy to have him back for the holidays, it was nothing to how Harry felt. He missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomachache. He missed the castle, with its secret passageways and ghosts, his classes (though perhaps not Snape, the Potions master), the mail arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in his four-poster bed in the tower dormitory, visiting the gamekeeper, Hagrid, in his cabin next to the Forbidden Forest in the grounds, and, especially, Quidditch, the most popular sport in the Wizarding world (six tall goalposts, four flying balls, and fourteen players on broomsticks). All Harrys spellbooks, his wand, robes, cauldron, and top-of-the-line Nimbus Two Thousand broomstick had been locked in a cupboard under the stairs by Uncle Vernon the instant Harry had come home. What did the Dursleys care if Harry lost his place on the House Quidditch team because he hadnt practiced all summer. What was it to the Dursleys if Harry went back to school without any of his homework done. The Dursleys were what wizards called Muggles (not a drop of magical blood in their veins), and as far as they were concerned, having a wizard in the family was a matter of deepest shame. Uncle Vernon had even padlocked Harrys owl, Hedwig, inside her cage, to stop her from carrying messages to anyone in the Wizarding world. Harry looked nothing like the rest of the family. Uncle Vernon was large and neckless, with an enormous black mustache; Aunt Petunia was horsefaced and bony; Dudley was blond, pink, and porky. Harry, on the other hand, was small and skinny, with brilliant green eyes and jet-black hair that was always untidy. He wore round glasses, and on his forehead was a thin, lightning-shaped scar. It was this scar that made Harry so particularly unusual, even for a wizard. This scar was the only hint of Harrys very mysterious past, of the reason he had been left on the Dursleys doorstep eleven years before. At the age of one year old, Harry had somehow survived a curse from the greatest Dark sorcerer of all time, Lord Voldemort, whose name most witches and wizards still feared to speak. Harrys parents had died in Voldemorts attack, but Harry had escaped with his lightning scar, and somehow - nobody understood why - Voldemorts powers had been destroyed the instant he had failed to kill Harry. So Harry had been brought up by pubg game download best dead mothers sister and her husband. He had spent ten years with the Dursleys, never understanding why he kept making odd things happen without meaning to, believing the Dursleys story that he had got his scar in the car crash that had killed his parents. And then, exactly a year ago, Hogwarts had written to Harry, and the whole story had come out. Harry had taken up his place at wizard school, where he and his scar were famous. but now the school year was over, and he was back with the Dursleys for the summer, back to being treated fallout 4 return deathclaw egg or not a dog that had rolled in something smelly. The Dursleys hadnt even remembered that today happened to be Harrys twelfth birthday. Of course, his hopes hadnt been high; theyd never given him a real present, let alone a cake - but to ignore it completely. At that moment, Uncle Vernon cleared his throat importantly and said, Now, as we all know, today is a very important day. Harry looked up, hardly daring to believe it. This could well be the day I make the biggest deal of my career, said Uncle Vernon. Harry went back to his toast. Of course, he thought bitterly, Uncle Vernon was talking about the stupid dinner party. Hed been talking of nothing else for two weeks. Some rich builder and his wife were coming to dinner and Uncle Vernon was hoping to get a huge order from him (Uncle Vernons company made drills). I think we should run through the schedule one more time, said Uncle Vernon. We should all be in position at eight oclock. Petunia, you will be -. In the lounge, said Aunt Petunia promptly, waiting to welcome them graciously to our home. Good, good. And Dudley. Ill be waiting to open the door. Dudley put on a foul, simpering smile. May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason. Theyll love him. cried Aunt Petunia rapturously. Excellent, Dudley, said Uncle Vernon. Then he rounded on Harry. And you. Ill be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending Im not there, said Harry tonelessly. Exactly, said Uncle Vernon nastily. I will lead them into the lounge, introduce you, Petunia, and pour them drinks. At eight-fifteen - Ill announce dinner, said Aunt Petunia. And, Dudley, youll say - May I take you through to the dining room, Mrs. Mason. said Dudley, offering his fat arm to an invisible woman. My perfect little gentleman. sniffed Aunt Petunia. And you. said Uncle Vernon viciously to Harry. Ill be in my room, making no noise and pretending Im not there, said Harry dully. Precisely. Now, we should aim to get in a few good click at this page at dinner. Petunia, any ideas. Vernon tells me youre a wonderful golfer, Mr. Mason. Do tell me where you bought your dress, Mrs. Mason. Perfect. Dudley. How about - We had to write an essay about our hero at school, Mr. Mason, and I wrote about you. This was too much for both Aunt Petunia and Harry. Aunt Petunia burst into tears and hugged her son, while Harry ducked under the table so they wouldnt see him laughing. And you, boy. Harry fought to keep his face straight as he emerged. Ill be in just click for source room, making no noise and pretending Im not Call of duty years you have, he said. Too right, you will, said Uncle Vernon forcefully. The Masons dont know anything about you and its going to stay that way. When dinners over, you take Mrs. Mason back to the lounge for coffee, Petunia, and Ill bring the subject around to drills. With any luck, Ill have the deal signed and sealed before the news at ten. Well be shopping for a vacation home in Majorca this time tomorrow. Harry couldnt feel too excited about this. He didnt think the Dursleys would like him any better in Majorca than they did on Privet Drive. Right - Im off into town to pick up the dinner jackets for Dudley and me. And you, he snarled at Harry. You stay out of your aunts way while shes cleaning. Harry left through the back door. It was a brilliant, sunny day. He crossed the lawn, slumped down on the garden bench, and sang under his breath: Happy birthday to me. happy birthday to me. No cards, no presents, and he would be spending the evening pretending not to exist. He gazed miserably into the hedge. He had never felt so lonely. More than anything else at Hogwarts, more even than playing Quidditch, Harry missed his best friends, Ron Weasley and Hermione Granger. They, however, didnt seem to be missing him at all. Neither of them had written to him all summer, even though Ron had said he was going to ask Harry to come and stay. Countless times, Harry had been on the point of unlocking Hedwigs cage by magic and sending her to Ron and Hermione with a letter, but it wasnt worth the risk. Underage wizards werent allowed to use magic outside of school. Harry hadnt told the Dursleys this; he knew it was only their terror that he might turn them all into dung beetles that stopped them from locking him in the cupboard under the stairs with his wand and broomstick. For the first couple of weeks back, Harry had enjoyed muttering nonsense words under his breath and watching Dudley tearing out of the room as fast as his fat legs would carry him. But the long silence from Ron and Hermione had made Harry feel so cut off from the magical world that even taunting Dudley had lost its appeal - and now Ron and Hermione had forgotten his birthday. What wouldnt he give now for a message from Hogwarts. From any witch or wizard. Hed almost be glad of a sight of his archenemy, Draco Malfoy, just to be sure it hadnt all been a dream. Not that his whole year at Hogwarts had been fun. At the very end of last term, Harry had come face-to-face with none other than Lord Voldemort himself. Voldemort might be a ruin of his former self, but he was still terrifying, still cunning, still determined to regain power. Harry had slipped through Voldemorts clutches for a second time, but it had been a narrow escape, and visit web page now, weeks later, Harry kept waking in the night, drenched in cold sweat, wondering where Voldemort was now, remembering his livid face, his wide, this web page eyes - Harry suddenly sat bolt upright on the garden bench. He had been staring absent-mindedly into the hedge - and the hedge was staring back. Two enormous green eyes had appeared among the leaves. Harry jumped to his feet just as a jeering voice floated across the lawn. I know what day it is, sang Dudley, waddling toward him. The huge eyes blinked and vanished. What. said Harry, not taking his eyes off the spot where they had been. I know what day it is, Dudley repeated, coming right up to him. Well done, said Harry. So youve finally learned the days of the week. Todays your birthday, sneered Dudley. How come you havent got any cards. Havent you even got friends at that freak place. Better not let your mum hear you talking about my school, said Harry coolly. Dudley hitched up his trousers, which were slipping down his fat bottom. Whyre you staring at the hedge. he said suspiciously. Im trying to decide what would be the best spell to set it on fire, said Harry. Dudley stumbled backward at once, a look of panic on his fat face. You c-cant - Dad told you youre not to do m-magic - he said hell chuck you out of the house - and you havent got anywhere else to go - you havent got any friends to take you - Jiggery pokery. said Harry in a fierce voice. Hocus pocus - squiggly wiggly - MUUUUUUM. howled Dudley, tripping over his feet as he dashed back toward the house. MUUUUM. Hes doing you know what. Harry paid dearly for his moment of fun. As neither Dudley nor the hedge was in any way hurt, Aunt Petunia knew he hadnt really done magic, but he still had to duck as she aimed a heavy blow at his head with the soapy frying pan. Then she gave him work to do, with the promise he wouldnt eat again until hed finished. While Dudley lolled around watching and eating ice cream, Harry cleaned the windows, washed the car, mowed the lawn, trimmed the flower beds, pruned and watered the roses, and repainted the garden bench. The sun blazed overhead, burning the back of his neck. Harry knew he shouldnt have risen to Dudleys bait, but Dudley had said the very thing Harry had been thinking himself. maybe he didnt have any friends at Hogwarts. Wish they could see famous Harry Potter now, he thought savagely as he spread manure on the flower beds, his back aching, sweat running down his face. It was half past seven in the evening when at last, exhausted, he heard Aunt Petunia calling him. Get in here. And walk on the newspaper. Harry moved gladly into the shade of the gleaming kitchen. On top of the fridge stood continue reading pudding: a huge mound of whipped cream and sugared violets. A loin of roast pork was sizzling in the oven. Eat quickly. The Masons will be here soon. snapped Aunt Petunia, pointing to two slices of bread and a lump of cheese on the kitchen table. She was already wearing a salmon-pink cocktail dress. Harry washed his hands and bolted down his pitiful supper. The moment he had finished, Aunt Petunia whisked away his plate. Upstairs. Hurry. As he passed the door to the living room, Harry caught a glimpse of Uncle Vernon and Dudley in bow ties and dinner jackets. He had only just reached the upstairs landing when the doorbell rang and Uncle Vernons furious face appeared at the foot of the stairs. Remember, boy - one sound - Harry crossed to his bedroom on tiptoe, slipped inside, closed the door, and turned to collapse on his bed. The trouble was, there was already someone sitting on it. H CHAPTER TWO DOBBYS WARNING arry managed not to shout out, but it was a close thing. The little creature on the bed had large, bat-like ears and bulging green eyes the size of tennis balls. Harry knew instantly that this was what had been watching him out of the garden hedge that morning. As they stared at each other, Harry heard Dudleys voice from the hall. May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason. The creature slipped off the bed and bowed so low that the end of its long, thin nose touched the carpet. Harry noticed that it was wearing what looked like an old pillowcase, with rips for arm- and leg-holes. Er - hello, said Harry nervously. Harry Potter. said the creature in a high-pitched voice Harry was sure would carry down the stairs. So long has Dobby wanted to meet you, sir. Such an honor it is. Th-thank you, said Harry, edging along the wall and sinking into his desk chair, next to Hedwig, who was asleep in her large cage. He wanted to ask, What are you. but thought it would sound too rude, so instead he said, Who are you. Dobby, sir. Just Dobby. Dobby the house-elf, said the creature. Oh - really. said Harry. Er - I dont want to be rude or anything, but - this isnt a great time for me to have a house-elf in my bedroom. Aunt Petunias high, false laugh sounded from the living room. The elf hung his head. Not that Im not pleased to meet you, said Harry quickly, but, er, is there any particular reason youre here. Oh, yes, sir, said Visit web page earnestly. Dobby has come to tell you, sir. it is difficult, sir. Dobby wonders where to begin. Sit down, said Harry politely, pointing at the bed. To his horror, the elf burst into tears - very noisy tears. S-sit down. he wailed. Never. never ever. Harry thought he heard the voices downstairs falter. Im sorry, he whispered, I didnt mean to offend you or anything - Offend Dobby. choked the elf. Dobby has never been asked to sit down by a wizard - like an equal - Harry, trying to say Shh. and look comforting at the same time, ushered Dobby back onto the bed where he sat hiccoughing, looking like a large and very ugly doll. At last he managed to control himself, and sat with his great eyes fixed on Harry in an expression of watery adoration. You cant have met many decent wizards, said Harry, trying to cheer him up. Dobby shook his head. Then, without warning, he leapt up and started banging his head furiously on the window, shouting, Bad Dobby. Bad Dobby. Dont - what are you doing. Harry hissed, springing up and pulling Dobby back onto the bed - Hedwig had woken up with a particularly loud screech and was beating her wings wildly against the bars of her cage. Dobby had to punish himself, sir, said the elf, who had gone slightly cross-eyed. Dobby almost spoke ill of his family, sir. Your family. The wizard family Dobby serves, sir. Dobby is a house-elf - bound to serve one house and one family forever. Do they know youre here. asked Harry curiously. Dobby shuddered. Oh, no, sir, no. Dobby will have to punish himself most grievously for coming to see you, sir. Dobby will have to shut his ears in the oven door for this. If they ever knew, sir - But wont they notice if you shut your ears in the oven door. Dobby doubts it, sir. Dobby is always having to visit web page himself for something, sir. They lets Dobby get on with it, sir. Sometimes they reminds me to do extra punishments. But why dont you leave. Escape. A house-elf must be set free, sir. And the family will never set Dobby free. Dobby will serve the family until he dies, sir. Harry stared. And I thought I had it bad staying here for another four weeks, he said. This makes the Dursleys sound almost human. Cant anyone help you. Cant I. Almost at once, Harry wished he hadnt spoken. Dobby dissolved again into wails of gratitude. Please, Harry whispered frantically, please be quiet. If the Dursleys hear anything, if they know youre here - Harry Potter asks if he can help Dobby. Dobby has heard of your greatness, sir, but of your goodness, Dobby never knew. Harry, who was feeling distinctly hot in the face, said, Whatever youve heard about my greatness is a load of rubbish. Im not even top of my year at Hogwarts; thats Hermione, she - But he stopped quickly, because thinking about Hermione was painful. Harry Potter is humble and modest, said Dobby reverently, his orb-like eyes aglow. Harry Potter speaks not of his triumph over He-Who-Must-NotBe-Named - Voldemort. said Harry.

Wish that would happen with me and Lavender, said Ron gloomily, watching Hermione silently Apex legends mystery wheel each Apex legends mystery wheel his misspelled words with the end of her wand, so that they corrected themselves on the page. But the more I hint I want to finish it, the tighter she holds on. Its like going out with the giant squid. There, said Hermione, some twenty minutes later, handing back Rons essay. Thanks a million, said Ron. Can I borrow your quill for the conclusion. Harry, who had found nothing mysfery in the Half-Blood Princes notes so far, looked around; the three of them were now the only ones left in the common room, Seamus having just Apex legends mystery wheel up to bed cursing Snape and his essay. The only sounds were the crackling of the fire and Ron scratching out one last paragraph on dementors using Hermiones quill. Harry had just closed the Half-Blood Princes book, yawning, when - Crack. Hermione let out a little shriek; Ron spilled ink all over his freshly completed essay, and Harry said, Kreacher. The house-elf bowed low and addressed his own gnarled toes. Master said he wanted regular reports on what the Malfoy boy is doing, so Kreacher has come to give - Crack. Dobby appeared alongside Kreacher, his tea-cozy hat askew. Dobby has been helping too, Harry Potter. he squeaked, casting Kreacher a resentful look. And Kreacher ought to tell Dobby when he is coming Apex legends mystery wheel see Harry Potter so they can make their reports together. What is this. asked Hermione, still looking shocked by these sudden appearances. Whats going on, Harry. Harry hesitated before answering, because he had not told Hermione about setting Kreacher and Dobby to tail Malfoy; house-elves were always such a touchy subject with her. Well. theyve been following Malfoy for me, he said. Night and day, croaked Kreacher. Dobby has not slept for a week, Harry Potter. said Dobby proudly, swaying where he stood. Hermione looked indignant. You havent slept, Dobby. But surely, Harry, you didnt tell him not to - No, of course I didnt, said Harry quickly. Dobby, you can sleep, all right. But has either of you found out anything. he hastened to ask, before Hermione could intervene again. Master Malfoy moves with a nobility that befits his pure blood, croaked Kreacher at once. His features recall the fine bones of my mistress and his manners are those of - Draco Malfoy is a bad boy. squeaked Dobby angrily. A bad boy who - who - He legendx Apex legends mystery wheel the tassel of his tea cozy to the toes of his socks and then ran at the legeends, as though about to dive into it; Harry, to whom this was not entirely unexpected, caught him around the read article and held him fast. For a few seconds Dobby struggled, then went limp. Thank you, Harry Potter, he panted. Dobby still finds it difficult to speak ill of his old masters. Harry released him; Dobby straightened his tea cozy and said defiantly to Kreacher, But Kreacher should know that Draco Malfoy is not a good master to a house-elf. Yeah, we dont need to hear about you being in love with Malfoy, Harry told Wherl. Lets https://freestrategygames.cloud/pubg-gameloop/pubg-gameloop-settings-now.php forward to where hes actually been going. Kreacher bowed again, looking furious, and then said, Master Malfoy eats in the Great Hall, he sleeps in a dormitory in the dungeons, he attends his classes in a variety of - Dobby, you tell me, said Harry, cutting across Kreacher. Has he been going anywhere he shouldnt myetery. Harry Potter, sir, squeaked Dobby, his great orblike eyes shining in the firelight, the Malfoy boy is breaking no rules that Dobby can discover, but he is still keen to avoid detection. He has been making regular visits to the seventh floor with a variety of other students, who keep watch for him while he enters - The Room of Requirement. said Harry, smacking himself hard on the forehead with Advanced Potion-Making. Hermione and Ron stared at him. Thats where hes been sneaking Apex legends mystery wheel download for pubg pc game. Thats where hes doing. whatever hes doing. And I bet thats why hes been disappearing off the map - come to think Apeex it, Ive never seen the Room of Requirement on there. Maybe the Aoex never knew the room was there, said Ron. I think itll be part of the magic of the room, said Hermione. If you need it to be Unplottable, it will be. Seems counter strike macbook interesting, have you managed to get in to have a look at what Malfoys doing. said Harry Appex. No, Harry Potter, that is impossible, said Dobby. No, its not, said Harry at once. Malfoy got into our headquarters there last year, so Ill be able to get in and spy on him, no problem. But I dont think you will, Harry, said Hermione slowly. Malfoy already knew exactly how we were using the room, didnt he, because that stupid Marietta had blabbed. He AApex the room to become the headquarters of the D.so it did. But you dont know what the room becomes when Malfoy goes in there, so you dont know what to ask it to transform into. Therell be a way around that, said Harry dismissively. Youve done brilliantly, Dobby. Kreachers done well too, said Hermione kindly; but far from looking grateful, Kreacher averted his huge, bloodshot eyes and croaked at the ceiling, The Mudblood is speaking to Kreacher, Kreacher will pretend he cannot hear - Get out of it, Harry snapped at him, and Kreacher made one last deep bow and Disapparated.

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