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Figg at once, as though she had learned what she was saying by heart, when I heard a disturbance down the alleyway between Magnolia Crescent and Wisteria Walk. On approaching the mouth of the alleyway I saw dementors running - Running. said Madam Bones sharply. Dementors dont run, they glide. Thats what I meant to say, said Mrs. Figg quickly, patches of pink appearing in her withered cheeks. Gliding along the alley toward what looked like two boys. What did they look like. said Madam Bones, narrowing her eyes so that the monocles edges disappeared into her flesh. Well, one was very large and the other one rather skinny - No, no, said Madam Bones impatiently, the dementors. describe them. Oh, said Mrs. Figg, the pink flush creeping up her neck now. They were big. Big and wearing cloaks. Harry felt a horrible sinking in the pit of his stomach. Whatever Mrs. Figg said to the contrary, it sounded to him as though the most she had ever seen was a picture of a dementor, and a picture could never convey the truth of what these beings were like: the eerie way they moved, hovering inches over the ground, Steam generator irons vs iron the rotting smell of them, or that terrible, rattling noise they made as they sucked on the surrounding air. A dumpy wizard with a large black mustache in the second row leaned close to his neighbor, a frizzy-haired witch, and whispered something in her ear. She smirked and nodded. Big and wearing cloaks, repeated Madam Bones coolly, while Fudge snorted derisively. I see. Anything else. Yes, said Mrs. Figg. I felt them. Everything went cold, and this was a very warm summers night, mark you. And I felt. as though all happiness had gone from the world. and I remembered. dreadful things. Her voice shook and died. Madam Bones eyes widened slightly. Harry could see red marks under her eyebrow where the monocle had dug into it. What did the dementors do. she asked, and Harry felt a rush of apex legends fuse perks. They went for the boys, said Mrs. Figg, her voice stronger and more confident now, the pink flush ebbing away from her face. One of them had fallen. The other was backing away, trying to repel the dementor. That was Harry. He tried twice and produced silver vapor. On the third attempt, he produced a Patronus, which charged down the first dementor and then, with his encouragement, chased away the second from his cousin. And that. that was what happened, Mrs. Figg finished, somewhat lamely. Madam Bones looked down at Mrs. Figg in silence; Fudge was not looking at her at all, but fidgeting with his papers. Finally he raised his eyes and said, rather aggressively, Thats what you saw, is it. That was what happened, Mrs. Figg repeated. Very well, said Fudge. You may go. Mrs. Figg cast a frightened look from Fudge to Dumbledore, then got up and shuffled off toward the door again. Harry heard it thud shut behind her. Not a very convincing witness, said Fudge loftily. Oh, I dont know, said Madam Bones in her booming voice. She certainly described the effects of a dementor attack very accurately. And I cant imagine why she would say they were there if they werent - But dementors wandering into a Muggle suburb and just happening to come across a wizard. snorted Fudge. The odds on that must be very, very long, even Bagman wouldnt have bet - Oh, I dont think any of us believe the dementors were there by coincidence, said Dumbledore lightly. The witch sitting to the right of Fudge with her face in shadow moved slightly, but everyone else was quite still and silent. And what is that supposed to mean. asked Fudge icily. It means that I think they were ordered there, said Dumbledore. I think we might have a record of it if someone had ordered a pair of dementors to go strolling through Little Whinging. barked Fudge. Not if the dementors are taking orders from someone other than the Ministry of Magic these days, said Dumbledore calmly. I have already given you my views on this matter, Cornelius. Yes, you have, said Fudge forcefully, and I have no reason to believe that your views are anything other than bilge, Dumbledore. The dementors remain in place in Azkaban and are doing everything we ask them to. Then, said Dumbledore, quietly but clearly, we must ask ourselves why somebody within the Ministry ordered a pair of dementors into that alleyway on the second of August. In the complete silence that greeted these words, the witch to the right of Fudge leaned forward so that Harry saw her for the first time. He thought she looked just like a large, pale toad. She was rather squat with a broad, flabby face, as little neck as Uncle Vernon, and a very wide, slack mouth. Her eyes were large, round, and slightly bulging. Even the little black velvet bow perched on top of her short curly hair put him in mind of a large fly she was about to catch on a long sticky tongue. The Chair recognizes Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister, said Fudge. The witch spoke in a fluttery, girlish, high-pitched voice that took Harry aback; he had been expecting a croak. Im sure I must have misunderstood you, Professor Dumbledore, she said with a simper that left her big, round eyes as cold fallout can you mayor of diamond city ever. So silly of me. But it sounded for a teensy moment as though you were suggesting that the Ministry of Magic had ordered an attack on this boy. She gave a silvery laugh that made the hairs on the aftermarket apex event legends of Harrys neck stand up. A few other members of the Wizengamot laughed with her. It could not have been plainer that not https://freestrategygames.cloud/pubg-game/pubg-game-activation-key-on-pc.php of them was really amused. If it is true that the dementors are taking orders only from the Ministry of Magic, and it is also true that two dementors attacked Harry and his cousin a week ago, then it follows logically that somebody at the Ministry might have ordered the attacks, said Dumbledore politely. Of course, these particular dementors may have been outside Ministry control - There are no dementors outside Ministry control. snapped Fudge, who had turned brick red. Dumbledore inclined his head in a little bow. Then undoubtedly the Ministry will be making a full inquiry into why two dementors were so very far from Azkaban and why they attacked without authorization. It is not for you to decide what the Ministry of Magic does or does not do, Dumbledore. snapped Fudge, now a shade of magenta of which Uncle Vernon would have been proud. Of course it isnt, said Dumbledore mildly. I was merely expressing my confidence that this matter will not go uninvestigated. He glanced at Madam Bones, who readjusted her monocle and stared back at him, frowning slightly. I would remind everybody that the behavior of these dementors, if indeed they are not figments of this boys imagination, is not the subject of this hearing. said Fudge. We are here to examine Harry Potters offenses under the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery. Of course we are, said Dumbledore, but the presence of dementors in that alleyway is highly relevant. Clause seven of the Decree states that magic may be used before Muggles in exceptional circumstances, and as those exceptional circumstances include situations that threaten the life of the wizard or witch himself, or witches, wizards, or Muggles present at the time of the - We are familiar with clause seven, thank you very much. snarled Fudge. Of course you are, said Dumbledore courteously. Then we are in agreement that Harrys use of the Patronus Charm in these circumstances falls precisely into the category of exceptional circumstances it describes. If there were dementors, which I doubt - You have heard from an eyewitness, Dumbledore interrupted. If you still doubt her truthfulness, call her back, question her again. I am sure she would not object. I - that - not - blustered Fudge, fiddling with the papers before him. Its - I want this over with today, Dumbledore. But naturally, you would not care how many times you heard from a witness, if the alternative was a serious miscarriage of justice, said Dumbledore. Serious miscarriage, my hat. said Fudge at the top of his voice. Have you ever bothered to tot up the number of cock-and-bull stories this boy has come out with, Dumbledore, while trying to cover up his flagrant misuse of magic out of school. I suppose youve forgotten the Hover Charm he used three years ago - That wasnt me, apex progression not working was a house-elf. said Harry. YOU SEE. roared Fudge, gesturing flamboyantly in Harrys direction. A house-elf. In a Muggle house. I ask you - The house-elf in question is currently in the employ of Hogwarts School, said Dumbledore. I can summon him here in an instant to give evidence if you wish. I - not - I havent got time to listen to house-elves. Anyway, thats not the only - he blew up his aunt, for Gods sake. Fudge shouted, banging his fist on the judges bench and upsetting a bottle of ink. And you very kindly did not press charges on that occasion, accepting, I presume, that even the best Steam generator irons vs iron cannot always control their emotions, said Dumbledore calmly, as Fudge attempted to scrub the ink off his notes. And I havent even started on what he gets up to at school - - but as the Ministry has no authority to punish Hogwarts students for misdemeanors at school, Harrys behavior there is not relevant to this inquiry, said Dumbledore, politely as ever, but now with a suggestion of coolness behind his words. Oho. said Fudge. Not our business what he does at school, eh. You think so. The Ministry does not have the power to expel Hogwarts students, Cornelius, as I reminded you on the night of the second of August, said Dumbledore. Nor does it have the right to confiscate wands until charges Steam generator irons vs iron been successfully proven, again, as I reminded you on the night of the second of August. In your admirable haste to ensure that the law is upheld, you appear, inadvertently I am sure, to have overlooked a few laws yourself. Laws can be changed, said Fudge savagely. Of course they can, said Dumbledore, inclining his head. And you certainly seem to be making many changes, Cornelius. Why, in the few short weeks since I was asked to leave the Wizengamot, it has already become the practice to hold a full criminal trial to deal with a simple matter of underage magic. A few of the wizards above them shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Fudge turned a slightly deeper shade of puce. The toadlike witch on his right, however, merely gazed at Dumbledore, her face quite expressionless. As far as I am aware, however, Dumbledore continued, there is no law yet in place that says this courts job is to punish Harry for every bit of magic he has ever characters apex caustic legends. He has been charged with a specific offense and he has presented his defense. All he and I can do now is to await your verdict. Dumbledore put his fingertips together again and said no more. Fudge glared at him, evidently incensed. Harry glanced sideways at Dumbledore, seeking reassurance; he was not at all sure that Dumbledore was right in telling the Wizengamot, in effect, that it was about time they made a decision. Again, however, Dumbledore seemed oblivious to Harrys attempt to catch his eye. He continued to look up at the benches where the entire Wizengamot had fallen into urgent, whispered conversations. Harry looked at his feet. His heart, which seemed to have swollen to an unnatural size, was thumping loudly under his ribs. 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 steam deck tricks 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 voice 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, Im good at escaping. Lucius 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 continue reading 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. 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Harry did not have to look to see what had happened: There was a terrible groan from the Gryffindor end, coupled with fresh screams and applause from the Slytherins. Looking down, Harry saw the pug-faced Pansy Parkinson right at the front of the stands, her back to the pitch as Pubg game zing u mobile conducted the Slytherin supporters who were roaring: THATS WHY SLYTHERINS ALL SING: WEASLEY IS OUR KING. But twentynil was nothing, there was still time for Gryffindor to catch up or catch the Snitch, a few goals and they would be in the lead as usual, Harry assured himself, bobbing and weaving through the other players in pursuit of something shiny that turned out to be Montagues watch strap. But Ron let in two more goals. There was an edge of panic in Harrys desire to find the Snitch now. If he could just get it soon and finish the game quickly. - and Katie Bell of Gryffindor dodges Pucey, ducks Montague, nice swerve, Katie, and she throws to Johnson, Angelina Johnson takes the Quaffle, shes past Warrington, shes heading for goal, come on now Angelina - GRYFFINDOR SCORE. Its fortyten, fortyten to Slytherin and Pucey has the Quaffle. Harry could hear Lunas ludicrous lion hat roaring amidst the Gryffindor cheers and felt heartened; only thirty points in it, that was nothing, they could pull back easily. 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A Bludger hit Harry squarely in the small of the back and he flew forward off his broom; luckily he was only five or six feet above the ground, having dived so low to catch the Snitch, but he was winded all the same as he landed flat on his back on the frozen pitch. He heard Madam Hoochs shrill whistle, an uproar in the stands compounded of catcalls, angry yells and jeering, a thud, then Angelinas frantic voice. Are you all right. Course I am, said Harry grimly, taking her hand and allowing her to pull him to his feet. Madam Hooch was zooming toward one of the Slytherin players above him, though he could not see who it was at this angle. It was that thug, Crabbe, said Angelina angrily. He whacked the Bludger at you the moment he saw youd got the Snitch - but we won, Harry, we won. Harry heard a snort from behind him and turned around, still holding the Snitch tightly in his hand: Draco Malfoy had landed close by; white-faced with fury, he was still managing to sneer. 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