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He had expected the hearing to last longer than this. He was not at all sure that he had made a good impression. He had not really said very much. He ought to have explained more fully about the dementors, about how he had fallen over, about how both he and Dudley had nearly been kissed. Twice he looked up at Fudge and opened his mouth to speak, but his swollen heart was now constricting his air passages and both times he merely took a deep breath and looked back at his shoes. Then the whispering stopped. Harry wanted to look up at the judges, but found that it was really much, much easier to keep examining his laces. Those in favor of clearing the accused of all charges. said Madam Boness booming voice. Harrys head jerked upward. There were hands in the air, many of them. more than half. Breathing very fast, he tried to count, but before he could finish Madam Bones had said, And those in favor of conviction. Fudge raised his hand; so did half a dozen others, including the witch on his right and the heavily mustached wizard and the frizzy-haired witch in the second row. Fudge glanced around at them all, looking as though there was something large stuck in his throat, then lowered his own hand. He took two deep breaths and then said, in a are counter strike condition zero servers pakistan that distorted by suppressed rage, Very well, very well. cleared of all charges. Excellent, said Dumbledore briskly, springing to his feet, pulling out his wand, and causing the two chintz armchairs to vanish. Well, I must be getting along. Good day to you all. And without looking once at Harry, he swept from the dungeon. D CHAPTER NINE THE WOES OF MRS. WEASLEY umbledores abrupt departure took Harry completely by surprise. He remained sitting where he was in the chained chair, struggling with his feelings of shock and relief. The Wizengamot were all getting to their feet, talking, and gathering up their papers and packing them away. Harry stood up. Nobody seemed to be paying him the slightest bit of attention except the toadlike witch on Fudges right, who was now gazing down at him instead of at Dumbledore. Ignoring her, he tried to catch Fudges eye, or Madam Boness, wanting to ask whether he was free to go, but Fudge seemed quite determined not to notice Harry, and Madam Bones was busy with her briefcase, so he took a few tentative steps toward the exit and when nobody called him back, broke into a very fast walk. He took the last few steps at a run, wrenched open the door, and almost collided with Mr. Weasley, who was standing right outside, looking pale and apprehensive. Dumbledore didnt say - Cleared, Harry said, pulling the door closed behind him, of all charges. Beaming, Mr. Weasley seized Harry by the shoulders. Harry, thats wonderful. Well, of course, they couldnt have found you guilty, not on the evidence, but even so, I cant pretend I wasnt - But Mr. Weasley broke off, because the courtroom door had just opened again. The Wizengamot were filing out. Merlins beard, said Mr. Weasley wonderingly, pulling Harry aside to let them all pass, you were tried by the full court. I think so, said Harry quietly. One or two of the passing wizards nodded to Harry as they passed and a few, including Madam Bones, said, Morning, Arthur, to Mr. Weasley, but most averted their eyes. Cornelius Fudge and the toadlike witch were almost the last to leave the dungeon. Fudge acted as though Mr. Weasley and Harry were part of the wall, but again, the witch looked almost appraisingly at Harry as she passed. Last of all to pass was Percy. Like Fudge, he completely ignored his father and Harry; he marched past clutching a large roll of parchment and a handful of spare quills, his back rigid and his nose in the air. The lines around Mr. Weasleys mouth tightened slightly, but other than this he gave no sign that he had noticed his third son. Im going to take you straight back so you can tell the others the good news, he said, beckoning Harry forward as Percys heels disappeared up the stairs to the ninth level. Ill drop you off on the way to that toilet in Bethnal Green. Come on. So what will you have to do about the toilet. Harry asked, grinning. Everything suddenly seemed five times funnier than usual. It was starting to sink in: He was cleared, he was going back to Hogwarts. Oh, its a simple enough anti-jinx, said Mr. Weasley as they mounted the stairs, but its not so much having to repair the damage, its more the attitude behind the vandalism, Harry. Muggle-baiting might strike some wizards as funny, but its an expression of something much deeper and nastier, and I for one - Mr. Weasley broke off in mid-sentence. They had just reached the ninthlevel corridor, and Cornelius Fudge was standing a few feet away from them, talking quietly to a tall man with sleek blond hair and a pointed, pale face. The second man turned at the sound of their footsteps. He too broke off in mid-conversation, his cold gray eyes narrowed and fixed upon Harrys face. Well, well, well. Patronus Potter, said Lucius Malfoy coolly. Harry felt winded, as though he had just walked into something heavy. He had last seen those cool gray eyes through slits in a Death Eaters hood, and last heard that mans voice jeering in a dark graveyard while Lord Voldemort tortured him. He could not believe that Lucius Malfoy dared look him in the face; he could not believe that he was here, in the Ministry of Magic, or that Cornelius Fudge was talking to him, when Harry had told Fudge mere weeks ago that Malfoy was a Death Eater. The Minister was just telling me about your lucky escape, Potter, drawled Mr. Malfoy. Quite astonishing, the way you continue to wriggle out of very tight holes. Snakelike, in fact. Weasley gripped Harrys shoulder in warning. Yeah, said Harry, yeah, Click the following article good at escaping. Steam engine invented by Malfoy raised his eyes to Mr. Weasleys face. And Arthur Weasley too. What are you doing here, Arthur. I work here, said Mr. Weasley shortly. Not here, surely. said Mr. Malfoy, raising his eyebrows and glancing toward the door over Mr. Weasleys shoulder. I thought you were up on the second floor. Dont you do something that involves sneaking Muggle artifacts home and bewitching them. No, said Mr. Weasley curtly, his fingers now biting into Harrys shoulder. What are you doing here anyway. Harry asked Lucius Malfoy. I dont think private matters between myself and the Minister are any concern of yours, Potter, said Malfoy, smoothing the front of his robes; Harry distinctly heard the gentle clinking of what sounded like a full pocket of gold. Really, just because you are Dumbledores favorite boy, you must not expect the same indulgence from the rest of us. Shall we go up to your office, then, Minister. Certainly, said Fudge, turning his back on Harry and Mr. Weasley. This way, Lucius. They strode off together, talking in low voices. Weasley did not let go of Harrys shoulder until they had disappeared into the lift. Why wasnt he waiting outside Fudges office if theyve got business to do together. Harry burst out furiously. What was he doing down here. Trying to sneak down to the courtroom, if you ask me, article source Mr. Weasley, looking extremely agitated as he glanced over his shoulder as though making sure they could not be overheard. Trying to find out whether youd been expelled or not. Ill leave a note for Dumbledore when I drop you off, he ought to know Malfoys been talking to Fudge again. What private business have they got together anyway. Gold, I expect, said Mr. Weasley angrily. Malfoys been giving generously to all sorts of things for years. Gets him in with the right people. then he can ask favors. delay laws he doesnt want passed. Oh, hes very well connected, Lucius Malfoy. The lift arrived; it was empty except for a flock of memos that flapped around Mr. Weasleys head as he pressed the button for the Atrium and the doors clanged shut; he waved them away irritably. Weasley, said Harry slowly, if Fudge is meeting Death Eaters like Malfoy, if hes seeing them alone, how do we know they havent put logically steam steriliser for bottles accept Imperius Curse on him. Dont think it hadnt occurred to us, Harry, muttered Mr. Weasley. But Dumbledore thinks Fudge is acting of his Steam engine invented by accord at the moment - which, as Dumbledore says, is not a lot of comfort. Best not talk about it anymore duty ghost game of call now, Harry. The doors slid open and they stepped out into the now almost-deserted Atrium. Eric the security man was hidden behind his Daily Prophet again. They had walked straight past the golden fountain before Harry remembered. Wait. he told Mr. Weasley, and pulling his money bag from his pocket, he turned back to the fountain. He looked up into the handsome wizards face, but up close, Harry thought he looked rather weak and foolish. The witch was wearing a vapid smile like a beauty contestant, and from what Harry knew of goblins and centaurs, they were most unlikely to be caught staring this soppily at humans of any description. Only the house-elfs attitude of creeping servility looked convincing. With a grin at the thought of what Hermione would say if she could see the statue of the elf, Harry turned his money bag upside down and emptied not just ten Galleons, but the whole contents into the pool at the statues feet. I knew it. yelled Ron, punching the air. You always get away with stuff. They were bound to clear you, said Hermione, who had looked positively faint with anxiety when Harry had entered the kitchen and was now holding a shaking hand over her eyes. There was no case against you, none at all. Everyone seems quite relieved, though, considering they all knew Id get off, said Harry, smiling. Mrs. Weasley was wiping her face on her apron, and Fred, George, and Ginny were doing a kind of war dance to a chant that went He got off, check this out got off, he got off - Thats enough, settle down. shouted Mr. Weasley, though he too was smiling. Listen, Sirius, Lucius Malfoy was at the Ministry - What. said Sirius sharply. He got off, he got off, he got off - Be quiet, you three. Yes, we saw him talking to Fudge on level nine, then they went up to Fudges office together. Dumbledore ought to know. Absolutely, said Sirius. Well tell him, dont worry. Well, Id better get going, theres a vomiting toilet in Bethnal Counter strike 1.6 download steam version waiting for me. Molly, Ill be late, Im covering for Tonks, but Kingsley might be dropping in for dinner - He got off, he got off, he got off - Thats enough - Fred - George - Ginny. said Mrs. Weasley, as Mr. Weasley left the kitchen. Harry dear, come and sit down, have some lunch, you hardly ate breakfast. Ron and Hermione sat themselves down opposite him looking happier than they had done since he had first arrived at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, and Harrys feeling of giddy relief, which had been somewhat dented by his encounter with Lucius Malfoy, swelled again. The gloomy house seemed warmer and more welcoming all of a sudden; even Kreacher looked less ugly as he poked his snoutlike nose into the kitchen to investigate the source of all the noise. Course, once Dumbledore turned up on your side, there was no way they were going to convict you, said Ron happily, now dishing great mounds of mashed potatoes onto everyones plates. Yeah, he swung it for me, said Harry. He felt that it would sound highly ungrateful, not to mention childish, to say, I wish hed talked to me, though. Or even looked at me. And as he thought this, the scar on his forehead burned so badly that he clapped his hand to it. Whats up. said Hermione, looking alarmed. Scar, Harry mumbled. But its nothing. It happens all the time now. None of the others had noticed a thing; all of them were now helping themselves to food while gloating over Harrys narrow escape; Fred, George, and Ginny were still singing. Hermione looked rather anxious, but before she could say anything, Ron said happily, I bet Dumbledore turns up this evening to celebrate with us, you know. I dont think hell be able to, Ron, said Mrs. Weasley, setting a huge plate of roast chicken down in front of Harry. Hes really very busy at the moment. HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF, HE GOT OFF - SHUT UP. roared Mrs. Weasley. Over the next few days Harry could not help noticing that there was one person within number twelve, Grimmauld Place, who did not seem wholly overjoyed that he would be returning to Hogwarts. Sirius had put up a very good show of happiness on first hearing the news, wringing Harrys hand and beaming just like the rest of them; soon, however, he was moodier and surlier than before, talking less to everybody, even Harry, and spending increasing amounts of time shut up in his mothers room with Buckbeak. Dont you go feeling guilty. said Hermione sternly, after Harry had confided some of his feelings to her and Ron while they scrubbed out a moldy cupboard on the third floor a few days later. You belong at Hogwarts and Sirius knows it. Personally, I think hes being selfish. 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So you think hes touched in the head. said Harry heatedly. No, I just think hes been very lonely for a long time, said Hermione simply. At this point Mrs. Weasley entered the bedroom behind them. Still not finished. she said, poking her head into the cupboard. I thought you might be here to tell us to have a break. said Ron bitterly. Dyou know how much mold weve got rid of since we arrived here. You were so keen to help the Order, said Mrs. Weasley, you can do your bit by making headquarters fit to live in. I feel like a house-elf, grumbled Ron. Well, now that you understand what dreadful lives they lead, perhaps youll be a bit more active article source S. said Hermione hopefully, as Mrs. Weasley left them learn more here it again. You know, maybe it wouldnt be a bad idea to show people exactly how horrible it is to clean all the time - we could do a sponsored scrub of Gryffindor common room, all proceeds to S.it would raise awareness as well as funds - Ill sponsor you to shut up about spew, Ron muttered irritably, but only so Harry could hear him. Harry found himself daydreaming about Hogwarts more and more as the end of the holidays approached; he could not wait to see Hagrid again, to play Quidditch, even to stroll across the vegetable patches to the Herbology greenhouses. It would be a treat just to leave this dusty, musty house, where half of the cupboards were still bolted shut and Kreacher wheezed insults out of the shadows as you passed, though Harry was careful not to say any of this within earshot of Sirius. The fact was that living at the headquarters of the anti-Voldemort movement was not nearly as interesting or exciting as Harry would have expected before hed experienced it. Though members of the Order of the Phoenix came and went regularly, sometimes staying for meals, sometimes only for a few minutes whispered conversation, Mrs. Weasley made sure that Harry and the others were kept well out of earshot (whether Extendable or normal) and nobody, not even Sirius, seemed to feel that Harry needed to know anything more than he had heard on the night of his arrival. On the very last day of the holidays Harry was sweeping up Hedwigs owl baldurs gate 3 dlc from the top of the wardrobe when Ron entered their bedroom carrying a couple of envelopes. Booklists have arrived, he said, throwing one of the envelopes up to Harry, who was standing on a chair. About time, I thought theyd forgotten, they usually come much earlier than this. Harry swept the last of the droppings into a rubbish bag and threw the bag over Rons head into the wastepaper basket in the corner, which swallowed it and belched loudly. He then opened his letter: It contained two pieces of parchment, one the usual reminder that term started on the first of September, the other telling him which books he would need for the coming year. Only two new ones, he said, reading the list. The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 5, by Miranda Goshawk and Defensive Magical Theory, by Wilbert Slinkhard. Crack. Fred and George Apparated right beside Harry. He was so used to them doing this by now that he didnt even fall off his chair. We were just wondering who assigned the Slinkhard book, said Fred conversationally. Because it means Dumbledores found a new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher, said George. And about time too, said Fred. What dyou mean. Harry asked, jumping down beside them. Well, we overheard Mum and Dad talking on the Extendable Ears a few weeks back, Fred told Harry, and from what they were saying, Dumbledore was having real trouble finding anyone to do the job this Steam engine invented by. Not surprising, is it, when you look at whats happened to the last four. said George. One sacked, one dead, ones memory removed, and one locked in a trunk for nine months, said Harry, counting them off on his fingers. Yeah, I see what you mean. Whats up with you, Ron. asked Fred. Ron did not answer. Amusing grand theft auto iv nexus possible looked around. Ron was standing very still with his mouth slightly open, gaping at his letter from Hogwarts. Whats the matter. said Fred impatiently, moving around Ron to look over his shoulder at the parchment. Freds mouth fell open too. Prefect. he said, staring incredulously at the letter. Prefect.
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