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They cant have done, said Hermione in a low voice. Youre so naive, said Ron, you think just because youre all honorable and trustworthy - No, they cant have done because I put a jinx on that piece of parchment we all signed, said Hermione grimly. Believe me, if anyones run off and told Umbridge, well know exactly who they are and they will really regret it. Whatll happen to them. said Steam cleaner clothes steamer eagerly. Well, put it this way, said Hermione, itll make Eloise Midgens acne look like a couple of cute freckles. Come on, lets get down to breakfast and see what the others think. I wonder whether this has been put up in all the Houses. It was immediately apparent on entering the Great Hall that Umbridges sign had not only appeared in Gryffindor Tower. There was a peculiar intensity about the chatter and an extra measure of movement in the Hall as people scurried up and down their tables conferring on what they had read. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had barely taken their seats when Neville, Dean, Fred, George, and Ginny descended upon them. Did you see it. Dyou reckon she knows. What are we going to do. They were all looking at Harry. He glanced around to make sure there were no teachers near them. Were going to do it anyway, of course, he said quietly. Knew youd say that, said George, beaming and thumping Harry on the arm. The prefects as well. said Fred, looking quizzically at Ron and Hermione. Of course, said Hermione coolly. Here comes Ernie and Hannah Abbott, said Ron, looking over his shoulder. And those Ravenclaw blokes and Smith. and no one looks topic call of duty (video game) full game shame! spotty. Hermione looked alarmed. Never mind spots, the idiots cant come over here now, itll look really suspicious - sit down. she mouthed to Ernie and Hannah, gesturing frantically to them to rejoin the Hufflepuff table. Later. Well - talk - to - you - later. Ill tell Michael, said Ginny impatiently, swinging herself off her bench. The fool, honestly. She hurried off toward the Ravenclaw table; Harry watched her go. Cho was sitting not far away, talking to the curly-haired friend she had brought along to the Hogs Head. Would Umbridges notice scare her off meeting them again. But the full repercussions of the sign were not https://freestrategygames.cloud/apex/xset-apex.php until they were leaving the Great Hall for History of Magic. Harry. Ron. It was Angelina and she was hurrying toward them looking perfectly desperate. Its okay, said Harry quietly, when she was near enough to hear him. Were still going to - You realize shes including Quidditch in this. Angelina said over him. We have to go and ask permission to re-form the Gryffindor team. What. said Harry. No way, said Ron, appalled. You read the sign, it mentions teams too. So listen, Harry. I am saying this for the last time. Please, please dont lose your temper with Umbridge again or she might not let us play anymore. Okay, okay, said Harry, for Angelina looked as though she was on the verge of tears. Dont worry, Ill behave myself. Bet Umbridge is in History of Magic, said Ron grimly, as they set off for Binnss lesson. She hasnt inspected Binns yet. Bet you anything shes there. But he was wrong; the only teacher present when they entered was Professor Binns, floating an inch or so above his chair as usual and preparing to continue his monotonous drone on giant wars. Harry did not even attempt to follow what he was saying today; he doodled idly on his parchment ignoring Hermiones frequent glares and nudges, until a particularly painful poke in the ribs made him look up angrily. What. She pointed at the window. Harry looked around. Hedwig was perched on the narrow window ledge, gazing through the thick glass at him, a letter tied to her leg. Harry could not understand it; they had just had breakfast, why on earth hadnt she delivered the letter then, as usual. Many of his classmates were pointing out Hedwig to each other too. Oh, Ive always loved that owl, shes so beautiful, Harry heard Lavender sigh to Parvati. He glanced around at Professor Binns who continued to read his notes, serenely unaware that the classs attention was even less focused upon him than usual. Harry slipped quietly off his chair, crouched down, and hurried along the row to the window, where he slid the catch and opened it very slowly. He had expected Hedwig to hold out her leg so that he could remove the letter and then fly off to the Owlery, but the moment the window was open wide enough she hopped inside, hooting dolefully. He closed the window with an anxious glance at Professor Binns, crouched low again, and sped back to his seat with Hedwig on his shoulder. He regained his seat, transferred Hedwig to his lap, and made to remove the letter tied to her leg. It was only then that he realized that Hedwigs feathers were oddly ruffled; some were bent the wrong way, and she was holding one of her wings at an odd angle. Shes hurt. Harry whispered, bending his head low over her. Hermione and Ron leaned in closer; Hermione even put down her quill. Look - theres something wrong with her wing - Hedwig was quivering; when Harry made to touch the wing she gave a little jump, all her feathers on end as though she was inflating herself, and gazed at him reproachfully. Professor Binns, said Harry loudly, and everyone in the class turned to look at him. Im not feeling well. Professor Binns raised his eyes from his notes, looking amazed, as always, to find the room in front of him full of people. Not feeling well. he repeated hazily. Not at all well, said Harry firmly, getting to his feet while concealing Hedwig behind his back. So I think Ill need to go to the hospital wing. Yes, said Professor Binns, clearly very much wrong-footed. Yes. yes, hospital wing. well, off you go, then, Perkins. Once outside the room Harry returned Hedwig to his shoulder and hurried off up the corridor, pausing to think only when he was out of sight of Binnss door. His first choice of somebody to cure Hedwig would have been Hagrid, of course, but as he had no idea where Hagrid was, his only remaining option was to find Professor Grubbly-Plank and hope she would help. He peered out of a window at the blustery, overcast grounds. There was no sign of her anywhere near Hagrids cabin; if she was not teaching, she was probably in the staffroom. He set off downstairs, Hedwig hooting feebly as she swayed on his shoulder. Two stone gargoyles flanked the staffroom door. As Harry approached, one of them croaked, You should be in class, sunny Jim. This is urgent, said Harry curtly. 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And I met McGonagall. Listen. And he told them what Professor McGonagall had said. To his surprise, neither of the others looked shocked; on the contrary, they exchanged significant looks. What. said Harry, looking from Ron to Hermione and back again. Well, I was just saying to Ron. what if someone had tried to intercept Hedwig. I mean, shes never been hurt on a flight before, has she. Whos the letter from anyway. asked Ron, taking the note from Harry. Snuffles, said Harry quietly. Same time, same place. Does he mean the fire in the common room. Obviously, said Click here, also reading the note. She looked uneasy. I just hope nobody else has read this. But it was still sealed and everything, said Harry, trying to convince himself as much as her. And nobody would understand what it meant if they didnt know where wed spoken to him before, would they. I dont know, said Hermione anxiously, hitching her bag back over her shoulder as the bell rang again. 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