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On Christmas morning, Harry was woken by Ron throwing his pillow at him. Presents. Harry reached for his glasses and put them on, squinting through the semidarkness to the foot of his bed, where a small heap of parcels had appeared. Ron was already ripping the paper off his own presents. Another sweater from Mum. maroon again. see if youve got one. Harry had. Mrs. Weasley had sent him a scarlet sweater with the Gryffindor lion knitted on the baldurs gate withers games also a dozen home-baked mince pies, some Christmas cake, and a box of nut brittle. As he moved all these things aside, he saw a long, thin package lying underneath. Whats that. said Ron, looking over, a freshly unwrapped pair of maroon socks in his hand. Dunno. Harry ripped the parcel open and gasped as a magnificent, gleaming broomstick rolled out onto his bedspread. Ron dropped his socks and jumped off his bed for a closer look. I dont believe it, he said hoarsely. It was a Firebolt, identical to the dream broom Harry had gone to see every day in Diagon Alley. Its handle glittered as he picked it up. He could feel it vibrating and let go; it hung in midair, unsupported, at exactly the right height for him to mount it. His eyes moved from the golden registration number at the top of the handle, right down to the perfectly smooth, streamlined birch twigs that made up the tail. Who sent it to you. said Ron in a hushed voice. Look and see if theres a card, said Harry. Ron ripped apart the Firebolts wrappings. Nothing. Blimey, whod spend that much on you. Well, said Harry, feeling stunned, Im betting it wasnt the Dursleys. I bet it was Dumbledore, said Ron, now walking around and around the Firebolt, taking in every glorious inch. He sent you the Invisibility Cloak anonymously. That was my dads, though, said Harry. Dumbledore was just passing it on to me. He wouldnt spend hundreds of Galleons on me. He cant go giving students stuff like this - Thats why he wouldnt say it was from him. said Ron. In case some git like Malfoy said it was favoritism. Hey, Harry - Ron gave a great whoop of laughter - Malfoy. Wait till he sees you on this. Hell be sick as a pig. This is an international standard broom, this is. I cant believe this, Harry muttered, running a hand along the Firebolt, while Ron sank onto Harrys bed, laughing his head off at the thought of Malfoy. Who -. I know, said Ron, controlling himself, I know who it couldve been - Lupin. What. said Harry, now starting to laugh himself. Lupin. Listen, if he had this much gold, hed be able to buy himself some new robes. Yeah, but he likes you, said Ron. And he was away when your Nimbus got smashed, and he mightve heard about it and decided to visit Diagon Alley and get this for you - What dyou mean, he was away. said Harry. He was ill when I was playing in that match. Well, he wasnt in the hospital wing, said Ron. I was there, cleaning out the bedpans on that detention from Snape, remember. Harry frowned at Ron. I cant see Lupin affording something like this. Whatre you two laughing about. Hermione had just come in, wearing her dressing gown and carrying Crookshanks, who was looking very grumpy, with a string of tinsel tied around his neck. Dont bring him in here. said Ron, hurriedly snatching Scabbers from the depths of his bed and stowing him in his pajama pocket. But Hermione wasnt listening. She dropped Crookshanks onto Seamuss empty bed and stared, open-mouthed, at the Firebolt. Oh, Harry. Who sent you that. No idea, said Harry. There wasnt a card or anything with it. To his great surprise, Hermione did not appear either excited or intrigued by the news. On the contrary, her face fell, and she bit her lip. Whats the matter with you. said Ron. I dont know, said Hermione slowly, but its a bit odd, isnt it. I mean, this is supposed to be quite a good broom, isnt it. Ron sighed exasperatedly. Its the best broom there is, Hermione, he said. So it mustve been really expensive. Probably cost more than all the Slytherins brooms put together, said Ron happily. Well. whod send Harry something as expensive as that, and not even tell him theyd sent it. said Hermione. Who cares. said Ron impatiently. Listen, Harry, can I have a go on it. Can I. I dont think anyone should ride that broom just yet. said Hermione shrilly. Harry and Ron looked at her. What dyou think Harrys going to do with it - sweep the floor. said Ron. But before Hermione could answer, Crookshanks sprang from Seamuss bed, right at Rons chest. GET - HIM - OUT - OF - HERE. Just click for source bellowed as Crookshankss claws ripped his pajamas and Scabbers attempted a wild escape over his shoulder. Ron seized Scabbers by the tail and aimed a misjudged kick at Crookshanks that hit the trunk at the end of Harrys bed, knocking it over and causing Ron to hop up and down, howling with pain. Crookshankss fur suddenly stood on end. A shrill, tinny whistling was filling the room. The Pocket Sneakoscope had become dislodged from Uncle Vernons old socks and was whirling and gleaming on the floor. I forgot about that. Harry said, bending down and picking up the Sneakoscope. I never wear those socks if I can help it. The Sneakoscope whirled and whistled in his palm. Crookshanks was hissing and spitting at it. Youd better take that cat out of here, Hermione, said Ron furiously, sitting on Harrys bed nursing his toe. Cant you shut that thing up. he added to Harry as Hermione strode out of the room, Crookshankss yellow eyes still fixed maliciously on Ron. Harry stuffed the Sneakoscope back inside the socks and threw it back into his trunk. All that could be heard now were Rons stifled moans of pain and rage. Scabbers was huddled in Rons hands. It had been a while since Harry had seen him out of Rons pocket, and he was unpleasantly surprised to see that Scabbers, once so fat, was now very skinny; patches of fur seemed to have fallen out too. Hes not looking too good, is he. Harry said. Its stress. said Ron. Hed be fine if that big stupid furball left him alone. But Harry, remembering what the woman at the Magical Menagerie had said about rats living only three years, couldnt help feeling that unless Scabbers had powers he had never revealed, he was reaching the end of his life. And despite Rons frequent complaints that Scabbers was both boring and useless, he was sure Ron would Next steam sale india very miserable if Scabbers died. Christmas spirit was definitely thin on the ground in the Gryffindor common room that morning. Hermione had shut Crookshanks in her dormitory, but was furious with Ron for trying to kick him; Ron was still fuming about Crookshankss fresh attempt to eat Scabbers. Harry gave up trying to make them talk to each other and devoted himself to examining the Firebolt, which he had brought down to the common room with him. For some reason this seemed to annoy Hermione as well; she didnt say anything, but she kept looking darkly at the broom as though it too had been criticizing her cat. At lunchtime they went down to the Great Hall, to find that the House tables had been moved against the walls again, and that a single table, set for twelve, stood in the middle of the room. Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick were there, along with Filch, the caretaker, who had taken off his usual brown coat and was wearing a very old and rather moldy-looking tailcoat. There were only three other students, two extremely nervous-looking first years and a sullen-faced Slytherin fifth year. Merry Christmas. said Dumbledore as Harry, Ron, and Hermione approached the table. As there are so few of us, it seemed foolish to use the House tables. Sit down, sit down. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down side by side at the end of the table. Crackers. said Dumbledore enthusiastically, offering the end of a large silver noisemaker to Snape, who took it reluctantly and tugged. With a bang like a gunshot, the cracker flew apart to reveal a large, pointed witchs hat topped with a stuffed Next steam sale india. Harry, remembering the boggart, caught Rons eye and they both grinned; Snapes mouth thinned and he pushed the hat toward Dumbledore, who swapped it for his wizards hat at once. Dig in. he advised the table, beaming around. As Harry was helping himself to roast potatoes, the doors of the Great Hall opened again. It was Professor Trelawney, gliding toward them as though on wheels. She had put on a green sequined dress in honor of the occasion, making her look more than ever like a glittering, oversized dragonfly. Sybill, this is a pleasant surprise. said Dumbledore, standing up. I have been crystal gazing, Headmaster, said Professor Trelawney in her mistiest, most faraway voice, and to my astonishment, I saw myself abandoning my solitary luncheon and coming to join you. Who am I to refuse the promptings of fate. I at once hastened from my tower, and I do beg you to forgive my lateness. Certainly, certainly, said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. Let me draw you up a chair - And he did indeed draw a chair in midair with his wand, which revolved for a few seconds before falling with a thud between Professors Snape and McGonagall. Professor Trelawney, however, did not sit down; her enormous eyes had been roving around the table, and she suddenly uttered a kind of soft scream. I dare not, Headmaster. If I join the table, we shall be thirteen. Nothing could be more unlucky. Never forget that when thirteen dine together, the first to rise will be the first to die. Well risk it, Sybill, said Professor McGonagall impatiently. Do sit down, the turkeys getting stone cold. Professor Trelawney hesitated, then lowered herself into the empty chair, eyes shut and mouth clenched tight, as though expecting a thunderbolt to hit the table. Professor McGonagall poked a large spoon into the nearest tureen. Tripe, Sybill. Professor Trelawney ignored her. Eyes open again, she looked around once more and said, But where is dear Professor Lupin. Im afraid the poor fellow is ill again, said Dumbledore, indicating that everybody should start serving themselves. Most unfortunate that it should happen on Christmas Day. But surely you already knew that, Sybill. said Professor McGonagall, her eyebrows raised. Professor Trelawney gave Professor McGonagall a very cold look. Certainly I knew, Minerva, she said quietly. But one does not parade the fact that one is All-Knowing. I frequently act as though I am not visit web page of the Inner Eye, so as not to make others nervous. That explains a great deal, said Professor McGonagall tartly. Professor Trelawneys voice suddenly became a good deal less misty. If you must know, Minerva, I have seen that poor Professor Lupin will not be with us for very long. He seems aware, himself, that his time is short. He positively fled when I offered to crystal gaze for him - Imagine that, said Professor McGonagall dryly. I doubt, said Dumbledore, in a cheerful but slightly raised voice, which put an end to Professor McGonagall and Professor Trelawneys conversation, that Professor Lupin is in any immediate danger. Severus, youve made the potion for him again. Yes, Headmaster, said Snape. Good, said Dumbledore. Then he should be up and about in no time. Derek, have you had any of these chipolatas. Theyre excellent. The first-year boy went furiously red on being addressed directly by Dumbledore, and took the platter of sausages with anime games pc hands. Professor Trelawney behaved almost normally until the very end of Christmas dinner, two hours later. Full to bursting with Christmas dinner and still wearing their party hats, Harry and Ron got up first from the table and she shrieked loudly. My dears. Which of you left his seat first. Which. Dunno, said Ron, looking uneasily at Harry. I doubt it will make much difference, said Professor McGonagall coldly, unless a mad axe-man is waiting outside the doors to slaughter the first into the entrance hall. Even Ron laughed. Professor Trelawney looked highly affronted. Coming. Harry said to Hermione. No, Hermione muttered, I want a quick word with Professor McGonagall. Probably trying to see if she can take any more classes, yawned Ron as they made krafton pubg login way into the entrance hall, which was completely devoid of mad axe-men. When they reached the portrait hole, they found Sir Cadogan enjoying a Christmas party with a couple of monks, several previous headmasters of Hogwarts, and his fat pony. He pushed up his visor and toasted them with a flagon of mead. Merry - hic - Christmas. Password. Scurvy cur, said Ron. And the same to you, sir. roared Sir Cadogan as the painting swung forward to admit them. Harry went straight up to the dormitory, collected the Firebolt and the Broomstick Servicing Kit Hermione had given him for his birthday, brought them downstairs, and tried to find something to do to the Firebolt; however, there were no bent twigs to clip, and the handle was so shiny already it seemed pointless to polish it. He and Ron simply sat admiring it from every angle until the portrait hole opened, and Hermione came in, accompanied by Professor McGonagall. Though Professor McGonagall was head of Gryffindor House, Harry had seen her in the common room only once before, and that had been to make a very grave announcement. He and Ron stared at her, both holding the Firebolt. Hermione walked around them, sat down, picked up the nearest book, and hid her face behind it. So thats it, is it. said Professor McGonagall beadily, walking over to the fireside and staring at the Firebolt. Miss Granger has just informed me that you have been sent a broomstick, Potter. Harry and Ron looked around at Hermione. They could see her forehead reddening over the top of her book, which was upside down. May I. said Professor McGonagall, but she didnt wait for an answer before pulling the Firebolt out of their hands. She examined it carefully from handle to twig-ends. Hmm. And there was no note at all, Potter. No card. No message of any kind. No, said Harry blankly. I see .said Professor McGonagall. Well, Im afraid I will have to take this, Potter. W-what. said Harry, scrambling to his feet. Why. It will need to be checked for jinxes, said Professor McGonagall. Of course, Im no expert, but I daresay Madam Hooch and Professor Flitwick will strip it down - Strip it down. repeated Ron, as though Professor McGonagall was mad. It shouldnt take more than a few weeks, said Professor McGonagall. You will have it back if we are sure it is jinx-free. Theres nothing wrong with it. said Harry, his voice shaking slightly. Honestly, Professor - You cant know that, Potter, said Professor McGonagall, quite kindly, not until youve flown it, at any rate, and Im afraid that is out of the question until we are certain that it has not been tampered with. I shall keep you informed. Professor McGonagall turned on her heel and carried the Firebolt out of the portrait hole, which closed behind rust gift cards roblox. Harry stood staring after her, the tin of High-Finish Polish still clutched in his hands. Ron, however, rounded on Hermione. What did you go running to McGonagall for. Hermione threw her book aside. She was still pink in Next steam sale india face, but stood up and faced Ron defiantly. Because I thought - and Professor McGonagall agrees with me - that that broom was probably sent to Harry by Sirius Black. H CHAPTER TWELVE THE PATRONUS arry knew that Hermione had meant well, but that didnt stop him from being angry with her. He had been the owner of the best broom in the world for a few short hours, and now, because of her interference, he didnt know whether he would ever see it again. He was positive that there was nothing wrong with the Firebolt now, but what sort of state would it be in once it had been subjected to all sorts of anti-jinx tests. Ron was furious with Hermione too. As far as he was concerned, the stripping-down of a brand-new Firebolt was nothing less than criminal damage. Hermione, who remained convinced that she had acted for the best, started avoiding the common room. Harry and Ron supposed she had Next steam sale india refuge in the library and didnt try to persuade her to come back. All in all, they were glad when the rest of the school returned shortly after New Year, and Gryffindor Tower became crowded and noisy again. Wood sought Harry out on the night before term started. Had a good Christmas. he said, and then, without waiting for an answer, he sat down, lowered his voice, and said, Ive been doing some thinking over Christmas, Harry. After the last match, you know. If the dementors come to the next one. I mean. we cant afford you to - well - Wood broke off, looking awkward. Im working on it, said Harry quickly. Professor Lupin said hed train me to ward off the dementors. We should be starting this week. He said hed have time after Christmas. Ah, said Wood, his expression clearing. Well, in that case - I really didnt want to lose you as Seeker, Harry. And have you ordered a new broom yet. No, said Harry. What.
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Somehow he walled it all Palworld steam deck crash fix in his mind, crammed it into a small space into which he could not look now: Thoughts of Fred and Hagrid, and his terror for all the people he loved, scattered in and outside the castle, must all wait, because they had to run, had to reach the snake and Voldemort, because that was, as Hermione said, the only way to end it - He sprinted, half believing he could outdistance death itself, ignoring the jets of light flying in the darkness all around him, and the sound of the lake crashing like the sea, and the creaking of the Forbidden Forest though the night was windless; through grounds that seemed themselves to have risen in rebellion, he ran faster than he had ever moved in his life, and it was he who saw the great tree first, the Willow that protected the secret at its roots with whiplike, slashing branches. Panting and gasping, Harry slowed down, skirting the Willows swiping branches, peering through the darkness continue reading its thick trunk, trying to see the single knot in the bark of the old tree that would paralyze it. Ron and Hermione caught up, Hermione so out of breath she could not speak. How - howre we going to get in. panted Ron. I can - see the place - if we just had - Crookshanks again - Crookshanks. call of duty quote Hermione, bent double, clutching her chest. Are you a wizard, or what. Oh - right - yeah - Ron looked around, then directed his wand at a twig on the ground and said, Wingardium Leviosa. The twig flew up from the ground, spun through the air as if caught by a gust of wind, then zoomed directly at the trunk through the Willows ominously swaying branches. It jabbed at a place near the roots, and at once, the writhing tree became still. Perfect. panted Hermione. Wait. For one teetering second, while the crashes and booms of the battle filled the air, Harry hesitated. Voldemort wanted him to do this, wanted him to come. Was he leading Ron and Hermione into a trap. But then the reality seemed to close upon him, cruel and plain: The only way forward was to kill the snake, and the snake was where Voldemort was, and Voldemort Palworld steam deck crash fix at the end of this tunnel. Harry, were coming, just get in there. said Ron, pushing him forward. Harry wriggled into the earthy passage hidden in the Palworld steam deck crash fix roots. It was a much tighter squeeze than it had been the last time they had entered it. The tunnel was low-ceilinged: They had had to double up to move through it nearly four years previously; now there was nothing for it but to crawl. Harry went first, his wand illuminated, expecting at any moment to meet barriers, but none came. They moved in silence, Harrys gaze fixed upon the swinging beam of the wand held in his fist. At last the tunnel began to slope upward and Harry saw a sliver of light ahead. Hermione tugged at his ankle. The Cloak. she whispered. Put the Cloak on. He groped behind him and she forced the bundle of slippery Palworld steam deck crash fix into his free hand. With difficulty he dragged it over himself, murmured, Nox, extinguishing his wandlight, and continued on his hands and knees, as silently as possible, all his senses straining, expecting every second to be discovered, to hear a cold clear voice, see a flash of green light. And then he heard voices coming from the room directly ahead of them, only slightly muffled by the fact that the opening at the end of the tunnel had been blocked up by what looked like an old crate. Hardly daring to breathe, Harry edged right up to the opening and peered through a tiny gap left between crate and wall. The room beyond was dimly lit, but he could see Nagini, swirling and coiling like a serpent underwater, safe in her enchanted, starry sphere, which floated unsupported in midair. He could see the edge of a table, and a longfingered white hand toying with a wand. Then Snape spoke, and Harrys heart lurched: Snape was inches away from where he crouched, hidden. my Lord, their resistance is crumbling - - and it is doing so without your help, said Voldemort in his high, clear voice. Skilled wizard though you are, Severus, I do not think you will make much difference now. We are almost there. almost. Let me find the boy. Let me bring you Potter. I know I can find him, my Lord. Please. Snape strode past the gap, and Harry drew back a little, keeping his eyes fixed upon Nagini, wondering whether there was any spell that might penetrate the protection surrounding her, but he could not think of anything. One failed attempt, and he would give away his position. Voldemort stood up. Harry could see him now, see the red eyes, the flattened, serpentine face, the pallor of him gleaming slightly in the semidarkness. I have a problem, Severus, said Voldemort softly. My Lord. said Snape. Voldemort raised the Elder Wand, holding it as delicately and precisely as a conductors baton. Why doesnt it work for me, Severus. In the silence Harry imagined he could hear the snake hissing slightly as it coiled and uncoiled - or was it Voldemorts sibilant sigh lingering on the air. My - my Lord. said Snape blankly. I do not understand. You - you have performed extraordinary magic with that wand. No, said Voldemort. I have performed my usual magic. I am extraordinary, but this wand. It has not revealed the wonders it has promised. Palworld steam deck crash fix feel no difference between this wand and the one I procured from Ollivander all those years ago. Voldemorts tone was musing, calm, but Harrys scar had begun to throb and pulse: Pain was building in his forehead, and he could feel that controlled sense of fury building inside Voldemort.
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