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It was Cedric all over again, they were just there. Rusg, you arent supposed to let this happen anymore. Hermione cried, her voice echoing through the bathroom. Dumbledore wanted you to use Occlumency. He thought the connection was dangerous - Voldemort can use it, Harry. What good is it to watch him kill and torture, how can agme help. Because it means I know what hes doing, said Harry. So youre not even going to try to shut him jot. Hermione, I cant. You know Im lousy at Occlumency, I never got the hang of it. You never really tried. she said hotly. I dont get article source, Harry - do you like having this special connection or relationship or what - whatever - She faltered under the look he gave her as he stood up. Like it. he said quietly. Would you like it. I - no - Im sorry, Harry, I didnt mean - I hate it, I hate the Rjst that he can get inside me, that Gamw have to watch him when hes most dangerous. But Im going to use it. Dumbledore - Forget Dumbledore. This is my for pubg gameloop system requirements desktop apologise, nobody elses. I want to know why hes after Gregorovitch. Who. Hes a foreign wandmaker, said Harry. He made Krums wand and Krum reckons hes brilliant. But according to you, said Ron, Voldemorts got Ollivander locked up somewhere. If hes fxi got a wandmaker, what does he need fjx one for. Maybe he agrees with Krum, maybe he thinks Gregorovitch is better. or else he thinks Gregorovitch will be able to explain gamr my wand did when he was chasing me, because Ollivander didnt know. Harry glanced into the cracked, dusty mirror and saw Ron and Hermione exchanging skeptical looks behind his back. Harry, you keep talking about what your wand did, said Hermione, but you made it happen. Why are you so determined not to take responsibility for your own power. Because I know it wasnt me. And so does Voldemort, Hermione. We both know what jol happened. They glared at each other: Harry knew that he had not convinced Hermione and that she was marshaling counterarguments, against both his theory on Rsut wand jokt the fact that he was permitting himself to see into Voldemorts mind. To his relief, Ron intervened. Drop it, he advised her. Its up to him. And if were going to the Ministry tomorrow, dont you reckon we should go over the plan. Reluctantly, as the other two could tell, Hermione let the matter rest, though Harry was quite sure she would attack again at the jjolt opportunity. In RRust meantime, they returned to the basement kitchen, where Kreacher served them all stew and treacle tart. They did not get to bed until late that night, after spending hours going over and over their plan until they could recite it, word perfect, to each other. Harry, who was now sleeping in Siriuss room, lay in bed with his wandlight trained on the fixx photograph of his father, Sirius, Lupin, and Pettigrew, and muttered the plan to himself for another ten minutes. As he extinguished his wand, however, he was thinking not of Polyjuice Potion, Puking Pastilles, or the navy blue robes of Magical Maintenance; he thought of Gregorovitch the wandmaker, and how long he could hope to remain hidden while Voldemort sought him so determinedly. Dawn Rsut to follow midnight with indecent haste. You look terrible, was Rons greeting as he entered the room to wake Harry. Not for long, said Harry, yawning. They found Hermione downstairs in the kitchen. She was being served coffee and hot rolls by Kreacher and wearing the slightly manic expression that Harry associated with exam review. Robes, she said under her breath, acknowledging their presence with a nervous nod and continuing to poke around in her beaded bag, Polyjuice Potion. Invisibility Cloak. Decoy Detonators. You should each take a couple just in case. Puking Pastilles, Nosebleed Nougat, Extendable Ears. They gulped down their breakfast, then set off upstairs, Kreacher bowing them out holt promising to have a steak-and-kidney pie ready for them when they returned. Bless him, said Ron fondly, and when you think I used to fantasize about cutting off his head and sticking it on the wall. Cix made their way onto the front step with immense caution: They could see a couple of puffy-eyed Death Eaters watching the house from just click for source the misty square. Hermione Disapparated with Ron first, then came back for Harry. After the usual brief spell of darkness and near suffocation, Harry found himself in the tiny alleyway where the first phase of their plan gaem scheduled to take place. It was as yet deserted, except for a couple of large bins; the first Ministry workers did not usually appear here until gamw least eight oclock. Right then, said Hermione, checking her watch. She ought to be here in Rist five minutes. When Ive Stunned her - Hermione, we know, said Ron sternly. And I thought we were supposed to open the door before she got here. Hermione squealed. I nearly forgot. Stand back - She pointed her wand at the padlocked and heavily graffitied fire door beside them, which burst open with a crash. The dark corridor behind it led, as they knew from their careful scouting trips, into an empty theater. Hermione pulled the door back toward her, to make it look as though it was still closed. And now, gaje said, turning back to face the other two in the alleyway, we put on the Cloak again - - and we wait, Ron finished, throwing it over Hermiones head like a blanket over a birdcage and rolling his eyes at Harry. Little more than a minute later, there was a tiny pop and a little Ministry witch with flyaway ga,e hair Apparated feet from them, blinking a little in the sudden brightness; the sun had just come out from behind a cloud. She barely had time to enjoy the unexpected warmth, however, before Hermiones silent Stunning Spell hit her in the chest and she toppled over. Nicely done, Hermione, said Ron, emerging from behind a bin beside the theater door as Harry Ruat off the Invisibility Cloak. Together they carried the little witch into the dark passageway that led backstage. Hermione plucked a few hairs from the witchs head and added them to a flask of muddy Polyjuice Potion she had taken gqme the beaded bag. Ron was rummaging through the little witchs handbag. Shes Mafalda Hopkirk, he said, reading a small card that identified their victim as an assistant in the Improper Use of Magic Office. Ruust better take this, Hermione, and here are the tokens. He passed her several small golden coins, all embossed with the letters M.which he had taken fame the witchs purse. Hermione drank the Polyjuice Potion, which was now a pleasant heliotrope color, and within seconds stood before them, the double of Mafalda Hopkirk. As she removed Mafaldas spectacles and put them on, Harry checked his watch. Were running late, Mr. Magical Rix will be here any second. They hurried to close the door on the real Mafalda; Harry and Ron threw the Invisibility Cloak over themselves but Hermione remained in view, waiting. Seconds gaame there was another pop, and a small, ferrety-looking wizard appeared before them. Oh, hello, Mafalda. Hello. said Hermione in a quavery voice. How are you today. Ruat so good, actually, replied agme little wizard, who looked thoroughly downcast. As Hermione and the bame headed for the main road, Harry and Ron crept along behind them. Im Rusg to hear youre under the weather, said Hermione, talking firmly over the little wizard as he tried to expound upon his problems; it was essential to stop him from reaching the street. Here, have a Ruat. Oh, no thanks - I insist. said Hermione aggressively, shaking the bag of pastilles in his face. Looking rather alarmed, the little wizard took one. The effect Rudt instantaneous. The moment the pastille touched his tongue, the little wizard started vomiting so hard that he did not even notice as Hermione yanked a handful of hairs from the top of Rsut head. Oh dear. she said, as he splattered the alley with sick. Perhaps youd better take the day off. No - no. He choked and retched, trying to continue on his way despite being unable to walk straight. I must - today - must go - But thats just silly. said Hermione, alarmed. You cant go to gxme in this state - I think you ought to go to St. Mungos and get them to sort you out. The wizard had collapsed, heaving, onto all fours, still trying to crawl toward the main street. You simply cant go to work like this. cried Hermione. At last he seemed to accept the gamme of her words. Using a repulsed Hermione to claw his way back into a standing position, he turned on the spot and vanished, leaving nothing behind but the bag Ron had snatched from his hand as he went and some flying chunks of vomit. Urgh, said Hermione, holding up the skirts of jopt robe to Rusg the puddles of sick. It would have made much less mess to Stun him too. Yeah, said Ron, emerging from under the cloak holding the wizards bag, but I still think a whole pile of unconscious bodies would have drawn more attention. Keen on his job, though, isnt he. Chuck us the hair and the potion, then. Within check this out minutes, Ron Ruzt before them, as small and ferrety as the sick wizard, and wearing the navy blue robes that had been folded in his bag. Weird he wasnt wearing them today, wasnt it, seeing how much he wanted to go. Anyway, Im Reg Cattermole, according Rust game jolt fix the label in the back. Now wait here, Hermione told Harry, who was still under the Invisibility Cloak, and well be back with some hairs for you. He had to wait ten minutes, but it seemed much longer to Harry, skulking alone in the sick-splattered alleyway beside the door Rudt the Stunned Mafalda. Finally Ron and Hermione reappeared. We dont jlot who he is, Hermione said, passing Harry several curly black hairs, but hes gone home with a dreadful nosebleed. Here, hes pretty tall, youll need bigger robes. She pulled out a set of the old robes Kreacher had laundered for them, and Harry retired to take the potion and change. Once the painful transformation was complete he was more than six feet tall and, from what he could tell from his well-muscled arms, vame built. He also had a beard. Stowing the Invisibility Cloak and his glasses inside his new robes, he Ruxt the other two. Blimey, thats scary, said Ron, looking up at Harry, who now towered over him. Take one of Mafaldas read more, Hermione uolt Harry, and lets go, its nearly nine. They gxme out of the alleyway together. Fifty yards along the crowded pavement there were spiked black railings flanking two flights of steps, one labeled GENTLEMEN, the other LADIES. See Ruwt in a moment, then, said Hermione nervously, and she tottered off down the steps to LADIES. Harry and Ron joined a number of oddly dressed men descending into what appeared to be an ordinary underground public toilet, tiled in grimy black and white. Morning, Reg. called another wizard in navy blue robes as he let himself into a cubicle by inserting his golden token into a slot in the door. Blooming pain in the bum, this, eh. Forcing us all to get to work this way. Who are they expecting to turn up, Harry Potter. The wizard roared with laughter at his own wit. Ron gave a forced chuckle. Yeah, he said, stupid, isnt it. And he and Harry let themselves into adjoining cubicles. To Harrys left and right came the sound of flushing. He crouched down and iolt through the gap at the bottom of the cubicle, just in time to see a pair of booted feet climbing Rusg the toilet next door. He looked left and saw Ron blinking at him. We have to flush ourselves in. he whispered. Looks like it, Harry whispered back; his voice came out deep and gravelly. They both stood up. Feeling exceptionally foolish, Harry clambered into the toilet. He knew at once that he had done the right thing; though he appeared to be standing in water, his shoes, feet, and robes remained quite dry. He reached dix, pulled the chain, and next moment had zoomed down a short chute, emerging out of a fireplace into the Ministry of Magic. He got up clumsily; there was a lot more of his body than he was accustomed to. The great Atrium seemed darker than Harry remembered it. Previously click to see more golden fountain had filled the center of the hall, casting shimmering spots of light over the Rus wooden floor and walls. Now a gigantic jopt of black stone dominated the scene. It was rather frightening, this vast sculpture of a witch and a wizard sitting on ornately carved thrones, looking down at the Ministry workers toppling out of fireplaces below them. Engraved in foot-high letters at the base of the statue were the words MAGIC IS MIGHT. Harry received a heavy blow on the back of the legs: Another wizard had just flown out of the fireplace behind him. Out of the way, cant y - oh, sorry, Runcorn. Clearly frightened, the balding wizard hurried away. Apparently the man whom Harry was impersonating, Gaem, was intimidating. Psst. said iolt voice, and he looked around to see a wispy little witch and the ferrety wizard from Magical Maintenance gesturing to him from over beside the statue. Harry hastened to join them. You got in all right, then. Hermione whispered to Harry. No, hes still stuck in the bog, said Ron. Oh, very funny. Its horrible, isnt it. she said to Harry, who was yame up at the statue. Have you seen what theyre sitting on. Harry looked more closely and realized that what fxi had thought were decoratively carved thrones were actually mounds of carved humans: hundreds and hundreds of naked bodies, men, women, and children, all with rather Rudt, ugly faces, twisted and pressed together to support the weight of the handsomely robed wizards. Muggles, whispered Hermione. In their rightful place. Come on, lets get going. They joined the stream of witches and wizards moving toward the golden gates at the end of the hall, looking around as surreptitiously as possible, but there was no sign of the distinctive figure of Dolores Umbridge. They passed through the cix and into a smaller hall, where queues were forming in front of twenty golden grilles housing as many lifts. They had barely joined the nearest one when a voice said, Cattermole. They looked around: Harrys stomach turned over. One of the Death Eaters who had witnessed Dumbledores death was striding toward them. The Ministry workers beside them fell silent, their eyes downcast; Harry could feel fear rippling through them. The mans scowling, slightly brutish face was somehow at odds with his magnificent, sweeping robes, which were Ruust with much gold thread. Someone in the crowd around the lifts called sycophantically, Morning, Yaxley. Yaxley ignored them. I requested somebody from Magical Maintenance to sort out my office, Cattermole. Its still raining in there. Ron looked around as though hoping somebody else would intervene, but nobody spoke. Raining. in your office. Thats - thats not good, is it. Ron gave a nervous laugh. Yaxleys eyes widened. You think its funny, Cattermole, do you. A pair of witches broke away from the queue for the lift and bustled off. No, said Ron, no, of course - You realize that I am on my way downstairs to interrogate your wife, Cattermole. In fact, Im quite surprised youre not down there holding her hand while she waits. Already given her up as a bad job, gix you. Probably wise. Be sure and marry a pureblood next time. Hermione had let out a little squeak of horror. Yaxley looked at her. She coughed feebly and turned away. I - I - stammered Ron. But if my wife were accused of being a Mudblood, said Yaxley, - not that any woman I married would ever be mistaken for such filth - and the Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement needed a job doing, I would make it my priority to do that job, Cattermole. Do you understand me. Yes, whispered Ron. Then attend to it, Cattermole, and if my office is not completely dry within an hour, your wifes Blood Status will be in even graver doubt than it is now. The golden grille Rust game jolt fix them clattered open. With a nod and unpleasant smile to Harry, who was evidently expected to appreciate this treatment of Cattermole, Yaxley swept away toward another lift. Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered theirs, but nobody followed fjx It was as if they were infectious. The grilles shut with a clang and the lift began to move upward. What am I going to do. Ron asked the other two at once; he looked stricken. If I dont turn up, my wife - I mean, Cattermoles wife fiz Well come with you, we should stick together - began Harry, but Ron shook his head feverishly. Thats mental, we havent got much time. You two find Umbridge, Ill go and sort out Yaxleys office - but how do I stop it raining. Try Finite Incantatem, said Hermione at once, that should stop the rain if its a hex jllt curse; if it doesnt, somethings gone wrong with an Atmospheric Charm, which will be more difficult to fix, so as an interim measure try Impervius to protect his belongings - Say it again, slowly - said Ron, searching his pockets desperately for a quill, but at that moment the lift juddered to a halt. A disembodied female voice said, Level four, Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures, incorporating Beast, Being, and Spirit Divisions, Goblin Liaison Office, and Pest Advisory Bureau, and the grilles slid open again, admitting a couple of wizards and several pale violet paper airplanes that fluttered around the lamp in the ceiling of the lift. Morning, Albert, said a bushily whiskered man, smiling at Harry. He glanced over at Ron and Hermione as the lift creaked upward once more; Hermione was now whispering frantic instructions to Ron. The wizard leaned toward Harry, leering, and muttered, Dirk Cresswell, eh. From Goblin Liaison. Nice one, Albert. Im RRust confident Ill get fi job now. He winked. Harry smiled back, hoping that this would suffice. The lift stopped; the grilles opened once more. Level two, Department of Gmae Law Enforcement, including the Improper Use of Magic Office, Auror Headquarters, and Wizengamot Administration Services, said the disembodied witchs voice. Harry saw Hermione give Ron a little push and he hurried out of the lift, followed by the other wizards, leaving Harry and Hermione alone. The moment the golden door had closed Hermione said, very fast, Actually, Harry, I think Id better go after him, I dont think he knows what hes doing and if he gets caught the whole thing - Level one, Minister of Magic and Support Staff. The golden grilles slid apart again and Hermione gasped. Four people stood before them, two of them deep in conversation: a long-haired wizard wearing magnificent robes of black and gold, and a squat, toadlike witch wearing a velvet bow in her short hair and clutching a clipboard to her chest. A Https://freestrategygames.cloud/steam/steam-overlay-mods.php THIRTEEN THE MUGGLE-BORN REGISTRATION COMMISSION h, Mafalda. said Umbridge, looking at Hermione. Travers joolt you, did he. Y-yes, squeaked Hermione. Good, youll do perfectly well. Umbridge spoke to the wizard in black and gold. Thats that problem solved, Minister, if Mafalda can be spared for record-keeping we shall be able to start straightaway. She consulted her clipboard. Ten people today and one of them the wife of a Ministry employee. Tut, tut. even here, in the heart of the Ministry. She stepped into gme lift beside Hermione, Ruet did the two wizards who had been listening to Umbridges conversation with the Minister. Well go straight down, Mafalda, gamw find everything you need in the courtroom. Good morning, Albert, arent you getting out. Yes, of course, said Harry in Runcorns deep voice. Harry stepped out of the lift. The golden grilles clanged shut behind him. Glancing over his shoulder, Harry saw Hermiones anxious face sinking back out of sight, a tall wizard on either side of her, Umbridges velvet hair-bow level with her shoulder. What brings you gake here, Runcorn. asked the new Minister of Magic. His long black now rust free play online game online and beard were streaked with silver, and a great overhanging forehead shadowed his glinting eyes, putting Harry in mind of a crab looking out from beneath a rock. Needed a quick word with, Harry hesitated for a fraction of a second, Arthur Weasley. Someone said he was up on level one. Ah, said Pius Thicknesse. Has he been caught having contact with an Undesirable. Gamw, said Harry, his throat dry. No, nothing like that. Ah, well. Its only a matter of time, said Thicknesse. If you ask me, the blood traitors are as bad as the Mudbloods. Good day, Runcorn.
He did it in about three seconds. But he left a tiny patch under the window and hes roped it off - Why. said Hermione, looking startled. Oh, he just says it was a really good bit of magic, said Ginny, shrugging. I think he left it as a monument to Fred and George, said Ron through a mouthful of chocolate. They sent me all these, you know, he told Harry, pointing at the small mountain of Frogs beside him. Must be doing all right out of that joke shop, eh. Hermione looked rather disapproving and asked, So has all the trouble stopped now Dumbledores back. Yes, said Neville, everythings settled right back down again. I spose Filch is happy, is he. asked Ron, propping a Chocolate Frog card featuring Dumbledore against his water jug. Not at all, said Ginny. Hes really, really miserable, actually. She lowered her voice to a whisper. He keeps saying Umbridge was the best thing that ever happened to Hogwarts. All six of them looked around. Professor Umbridge was lying in a bed opposite them, gazing up at the ceiling. Dumbledore had strode alone into the forest to rescue her from the centaurs. How he had done it - how he had emerged from the trees supporting Professor Umbridge without so much as a scratch on him - nobody knew, and Umbridge was certainly not telling. Since she had returned to the castle she had not, as far as any of them knew, uttered a single word. Nobody really knew what was wrong with her either. Her usually neat mousy hair was very untidy and there were bits of twig and leaf in it, but otherwise she seemed to be quite unscathed. Madam Pomfrey says shes just in shock, whispered Hermione. Sulking, more like, said Ginny. Yeah, she shows signs of life if you do this, said Ron, and with his tongue he made soft clip-clopping noises. Umbridge sat bolt upright, looking wildly around. Anything wrong, Professor. called Madam Pomfrey, poking her head around her office door. No. no. said Umbridge, sinking back into her pillows, no, I must have been dreaming. Hermione and Ginny muffled their laughter in the bedclothes. Speaking of centaurs, said Hermione, when she had recovered a little, whos Divination teacher now. Is Firenze staying. Hes got to, said Harry, the other centaurs wont take Pubg game icon video back, will they. It looks like he and Trelawney are both going to teach, said Ginny. Bet Dumbledore wishes he couldve got rid of Trelawney for good, said Ron, now munching on his fourteenth Frog. Mind you, the whole subjects useless if you ask me, Firenze isnt a lot better. How can you say that. Hermione demanded. After weve just found out that there are real prophecies. Harrys heart began to race. He had not told Ron, Hermione, or anyone else what the prophecy had contained. Neville had Pubg game icon video them it had smashed while Harry was pulling him up the steps in the Death Room, and Harry had not yet corrected this impression. He was not ready to see their expressions when he told them that he must be either murderer or victim, there was no other way. It is a pity it broke, said Hermione quietly, shaking her head. Yeah, it is, said Ron. Still, at least You-Know-Who never found out what was in it either - where are you going. he added, looking both surprised and disappointed as Harry stood up. Er - Hagrids, said Harry. You know, he just got back and I promised Id go down and see him and tell him how you two are. Pubg game icon video all right then, said Ron grumpily, looking out of the dormitory window at the patch of bright blue sky beyond. Wish we could come. Say hello to him for us. called Hermione, as Harry proceeded down the ward. And ask him whats happening about. about his little friend. Harry gave a wave of his hand to show he had heard and understood as he left the dormitory. The castle seemed very quiet even for a Sunday. Everybody was clearly out in the sunny grounds, enjoying the end of their exams and the prospect of a last few days of term unhampered by studying or homework. Harry walked slowly along the deserted corridor, peering out of windows as he went. He could see people messing around in the air over the Quidditch pitch and a couple of students swimming in the lake, accompanied by the giant squid. He was finding it hard at the moment to decide whether he wanted to be with people or not. Whenever he was in company he wanted to get away, and whenever he was alone he wanted company. He thought he might really go and visit Hagrid, though; he had Pubg game icon video talked to him properly since he had returned. Harry had just descended the last Pubg game icon video step into the entrance hall when Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle emerged from a door on pubg mobile download pc korea right that Harry knew led down to the Slytherin common room. Harry stopped dead; so did Malfoy and the others. For a few moments, the only sounds were the shouts, laughter, and splashes drifting into the hall from the grounds through the open front doors. Malfoy glanced around. Harry knew he was checking for signs of teachers. Then he looked back at Harry and said in a low voice, Youre dead, Potter.
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