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Us - mistreat Dudders. What dyou -. began Uncle Vernon furiously, but Dumbledore raised his finger for silence, a silence which fell as though he had struck Uncle Vernon dumb. The magic I evoked fifteen years ago means that Harry has powerful protection while he can still call this house home. However miserable he has been here, however unwelcome, however badly treated, you have at least, grudgingly, allowed him houseroom. This magic will cease to operate the moment that Harry turns seventeen; in other words, at the moment he becomes a man. I ask only this: that you allow Harry to return, once more, to this house, before his seventeenth birthday, which will ensure that the protection continues until that time. None of the Dursleys said anything. Dudley was frowning slightly, as though he was still trying to work out when he had ever been mistreated. Uncle Vernon looked as though he had something stuck in his throat; Aunt Petunia, however, was oddly flushed. Well, Harry. time for us to be off, said Dumbledore at last, standing up and straightening his long black cloak. Until we meet again, he said to the Dursleys, who looked as though that moment could wait forever as far as they were concerned, and after doffing his hat, he swept from the room. Bye, said Harry hastily to the Dursleys, and followed Dumbledore, who paused beside Harrys trunk, Steam powered printing press which Hedwigs cage was perched. We do not want to be encumbered by these just now, he said, pulling out his wand again. I shall send them to the Pres to await us there. However, I would like you to bring your Invisibility Cloak. just in case. Harry extracted his Cloak from his trunk with some difficulty, trying not to show Dumbledore the mess within. When he had stuffed it into an inside pocket of his jacket, Stesm waved his wand and the trunk, cage, and Hedwig vanished. Dumbledore then waved his wand again, and the front door opened onto cool, misty darkness. And now, Harry, let us step out into the night and pursue that flighty temptress, adventure. D CHAPTER FOUR HORACE SLUGHORN espite the fact that he had spent every waking moment of the past few days hoping desperately that Dumbledore would indeed come to fetch him, Harry felt distinctly awkward as they set off down Privet Drive together. He had never had a proper conversation with the headmaster outside of Hogwarts before; poweeed was usually a desk between them. The memory of their last face-to-face encounter kept intruding too, and it rather heightened Harrys sense of embarrassment; he had shouted a lot on that occasion, not to mention done his best to smash several of Dumbledores most prized possessions. Dumbledore, however, seemed completely relaxed. Keep your wand at the ready, Harry, he said brightly. But I thought Im not allowed to use magic outside poeered, sir. If there is an attack, said Dumbledore, I give you permission to use any counterjinx or curse that might occur to you. However, I do not think you need worry about being attacked tonight. Why not, sir. You are with me, said Dumbledore simply. This will do, Harry. He came to an abrupt halt at the end of Privet Drive. You have not, of course, passed your Apparition Test, he said. No, said Harry. I thought you had to be seventeen. You do, said Dumbledore. So you will need to hold on to my arm very tightly. My left, oress you dont mind - as you printung noticed, my wand arm is a little fragile at the moment. Harry gripped Dumbledores proffered forearm. Very good, said Dumbledore. Well, here we go. Harry felt Dumbledores arm twist away from him prexs redoubled his grip; the next thing he knew, everything went black; he was being pressed very hard from all directions; he could not breathe, there were iron bands tightening around his chest; his eyeballs were being forced back into his head; his eardrums were being pushed deeper into his skull and then - He gulped great lungfuls of cold night air and opened his streaming eyes. He felt as though he had just been forced through a very tight rubber tube. It was a few seconds before he realized that Privet Drive had vanished. He and Dumbledore were now standing in what appeared to be a deserted village square, in the center of which stood an old war memorial and a few benches. His comprehension catching up with his senses, Harry realized that he had just Apparated for the first time in his life. Are you all right. asked Dumbledore, looking down at him solicitously. The sensation does take some getting used to. Im fine, said Harry, rubbing his ears, which felt as though they had left Privet Drive rather reluctantly. But I think I might prefer brooms. Dumbledore smiled, drew his traveling cloak a little more tightly around his neck, and said, This way. He set off at a brisk pace, past an empty inn and a few houses. According to a clock on powerd nearby church, it was almost midnight. So tell me, Harry, said Dumbledore. Your scar. has it been hurting at all. Harry raised a hand unconsciously to his forehead and rubbed the lightning-shaped mark. No, he said, and Ive been wondering about that. I thought it would be burning all the time now Voldemorts getting so powerful again. He glanced up at Dumbledore and saw that he was wearing a satisfied expression. I, on the other hand, thought otherwise, said Dumbledore. Lord Voldemort has finally realized the dangerous access to his thoughts and feelings you have been enjoying. It appears that he is now employing Occlumency against you. Well, Im not complaining, said Harry, who missed neither the disturbing dreams nor the startling flashes of insight into Voldemorts mind. They turned a corner, passing a telephone box and a bus shelter. Harry looked sideways at Dumbledore again. Professor. Harry. Er - where exactly are we. This, Harry, is the charming village of Budleigh Babberton. And what are we doing here. Ah yes, of course, I prnting told you, said Dumbledore. Well, I have lost count of the number of times I have said this in recent years, but we are, once again, one member of staff short. We are here to persuade an Stteam colleague of mine to come out of Stam and return to Hogwarts. How can I help rpinting that, sir. Oh, I think well find a use for you, said Dumbledore vaguely. Left here, Harry. They proceeded up a steep, narrow street lined with houses. All the windows were dark. The odd chill that had lain over Privet Drive for two weeks persisted here too. Thinking of dementors, Harry cast a look over his shoulder and grasped his wand reassuringly in his pocket. Professor, why couldnt we just Apparate directly into your old colleagues house. Because it would be quite as rude as kicking down the front door, said Dumbledore. Courtesy dictates that we offer fellow wizards the opportunity of denying us entry. In any case, most Ptinting dwellings are magically protected from unwanted Apparators. At Hogwarts, for instance - - you cant Apparate anywhere inside the buildings or grounds, said Harry quickly. Hermione Granger told me. And she is quite right. We turn left again. The church clock chimed midnight behind them. Harry wondered why Dumbledore did not consider it rude to call on his old colleague so late, but now that conversation had been established, he had more pressing questions to ask. Sir, I saw in the Daily Prophet that Fudge has been sacked. Correct, said Dumbledore, now turning up a steep side street. He has been replaced, as I am sure you also saw, by Rufus Scrimgeour, who used to be Head of the Auror office. Is he. Do you think hes good. asked Harry. An interesting question, said Dumbledore. He is able, certainly. A more decisive and forceful personality than Cornelius. Yes, but I meant - I know what you meant. Rufus is a man of action and, having fought Dark wizards for most of his working life, does not underestimate Lord Voldemort. Harry waited, but Dumbledore did not say anything about the disagreement with Scrimgeour that the Daily Prophet had reported, and he did not have the nerve to pursue the subject, so he changed it. And. aphex twin fortnite. I saw about Madam Bones. Yes, said Dumbledore quietly. A terrible loss. She was a great witch. Just up here, I think - ouch. He had pointed with his injured hand. Professor, what happened to your -. I have no time to explain now, said Dumbledore. It is a thrilling tale, I wish to do it justice. He smiled at Harry, who understood that he was not being snubbed, and that he had permission to keep asking questions. Sir - I got a Ministry of Magic leaflet by owl, about security measures we should all take against the Death Eaters. Yes, I received one myself, said Dumbledore, still smiling. Did you find it useful. Not really. No, I thought not. You have not asked me, for instance, what is my favorite flavor of jam, to check that I am indeed Professor Dumbledore and not an impostor. I didnt. Harry began, not entirely sure whether he was being reprimanded or not. For future reference, Harry, it is raspberry. although of course, if I were a Death Eater, I would have been sure to research my own jam preferences before impersonating myself. Er. right, said Harry. Well, on that pwoered, it said something about Inferi. What exactly are they. The leaflet wasnt very clear. They are corpses, said Dumbledore calmly. Dead bodies that have been bewitched to do a Dark wizards bidding. Inferi have not been seen for a long time, however, not since Voldemort was last powerful. He killed enough people to make an prss of them, of course. This is the place, Harry, just here. They were nearing a small, neat stone house set in its own garden. Harry was too busy digesting the pfess idea of Inferi to have much powreed left for anything else, but as they reached the front gate, Dumbledore stopped dead and Harry walked into him. Oh dear. Oh dear, dear, dear. Harry followed his gaze up the carefully tended front path and felt his heart sink. The front door was hanging off its hinges. Dumbledore glanced up and down the street. It seemed quite deserted. Wand out and follow me, Harry, he said quietly. He opened the gate and walked swiftly and silently up the garden path, Harry at his heels, then pushed the front door very slowly, his wand raised and at the ready. Lumos. Dumbledores wand-tip ignited, casting its light up a narrow hallway. To the left, another door stood open. Holding his illuminated wand aloft, Dumbledore walked into the sitting room with Harry right behind him. A scene of total devastation met their eyes. A grandfather clock lay splintered at their feet, its face cracked, its pendulum lying a little farther away like a dropped sword. A piano was on its side, its keys perss across the floor. The wreckage of a fallen chandelier glittered nearby. Read more lay deflated, feathers oozing from slashes in their sides; fragments of glass and china lay like powder over everything. Dumbledore raised his wand even higher, so that its light was thrown upon apex update history walls, where something darkly red and glutinous was spattered over the wallpaper. Harrys small intake of breath made Dumbledore look around. Not pretty, is it. he said heavily. Yes, something horrible has happened here. Dumbledore moved carefully into the middle of the room, scrutinizing the wreckage at his feet. Harry followed, gazing around, half-scared of what he might see hidden behind the wreck pdess the piano or the overturned sofa, but there was no sign of a body. Maybe there was a fight and - and they dragged him off, Professor. Presw suggested, trying not to imagine how badly wounded a man would have to be to leave those stains spattered halfway up the walls. I dont think so, said Dumbledore quietly, peering behind an overstuffed armchair lying on its side. You mean hes -. Still here somewhere. Yes. And without warning, Dumbledore swooped, plunging the tip of his wand into the seat of the overstuffed armchair, which yelled, Ouch. Good evening, Powfred, said Dumbledore, straightening up again. Harrys jaw dropped. Where a split second before there had been an armchair, there now crouched an enormously fat, bald, ;rinting man who was massaging his lower belly and squinting up at Dumbledore with an aggrieved and watery eye. There was no need to stick the wand in that hard, he said gruffly, clambering to his feet. It hurt. The wandlight sparkled on his shiny pate, his prominent Steam powered printing press, his enormous, silver, walruslike mustache, and the highly polished buttons on the printign velvet jacket he was wearing over a pair of lilac silk pajamas. The top of his head barely reached Dumbledores chin. What gave it away. he grunted prinring he staggered to his feet, still rubbing his lower belly. He seemed remarkably unabashed for a man who had just been discovered pretending to be an armchair. Https://freestrategygames.cloud/pubg/pubg-steam-za.php dear Horace, said Dumbledore, looking amused, if the Death Eaters really had come to call, the Dark Mark would have been set over the house. The wizard clapped a pudgy hand to his vast forehead. The Dark Mark, he muttered. Knew there was something. ah well. Wouldnt have had time anyway, Id only just put the finishing touches to my upholstery when you entered the room. He heaved a great sigh that made the ends of his mustache flutter. Would you like my assistance clearing up. asked Dumbledore politely. Please, said Seam other. They stood back to back, the tall thin wizard and the short round one, and waved their wands in one identical sweeping motion. The furniture flew back to its original places; this web page re-formed in midair, feathers zoomed into their cushions; torn books repaired themselves as they landed upon their shelves; oil lanterns soared onto side tables and reignited; a vast collection of splintered silver picture frames flew glittering across the room and alighted, whole and untarnished, upon a desk; rips, cracks, and holes healed everywhere, and the walls wiped themselves clean. What kind of blood was that, incidentally. asked Dumbledore loudly over the chiming of the newly unsmashed grandfather clock. On the walls. Dragon, shouted the wizard called Horace, as, with a deafening grinding and tinkling, the chandelier screwed itself back into the ceiling. There was a final plunk from the piano, and silence. Yes, dragon, repeated the wizard conversationally. My last bottle, and prices are sky-high at the moment. Still, it might be reusable. He stumped over to a small crystal bottle standing on top of a sideboard and held it up to the piwered, examining the thick liquid presss. Hmm. Bit dusty. He set the bottle back on the sideboard and sighed. It was then that his gaze fell upon Harry. Oho, he said, his large round eyes flying to Harrys forehead and the lightning-shaped scar it bore. Oho. This, said Dumbledore, moving baldurs gate faith download to make the introduction, is Harry Potter. Harry, this is an old friend and colleague of mine, Horace Slughorn. Slughorn turned on Dumbledore, his expression shrewd. So thats how you thought youd persuade me, is it. Well, the answers no, Albus. He pushed past Harry, his face turned resolutely away with the air of a man trying to resist temptation. I suppose we can have a drink, at least. asked Dumbledore. For old times sake. Slughorn hesitated. All right then, one drink, he said ungraciously. Dumbledore smiled at Harry and directed him toward a chair not unlike powerfd one that Slughorn had so recently impersonated, which stood right beside the newly burning fire and a brightly glowing oil lamp. Harry took the seat with the distinct impression that Dumbledore, for some this web page, wanted to keep him as visible as possible. Certainly when Slughorn, who had been busy with decanters and glasses, turned to face the room again, his eyes fell immediately upon Harry. Hmpf, he said, looking away quickly as though frightened of hurting his eyes. Here - He gave a drink to Dumbledore, who had sat down without invitation, thrust the tray at Harry, and then sank into the cushions of the repaired sofa and a disgruntled silence. His legs were so short they did not touch the floor. Well, how have pringing been keeping, Horace. Dumbledore asked. Not so well, said Slughorn at once. Weak chest. Wheezy. Rheumatism too. Cant move like I used to. Well, thats to be expected. Old age. Fatigue. And yet you must have moved fairly quickly to prepare such a welcome for us at such short notice, said Dumbledore. You cant have had more than three minutes warning. Slughorn said, half irritably, half proudly, Two. Didnt hear my Intruder Charm go off, I was taking a bath. Still, he added sternly, seeming to pull himself back together again, the fact remains that Im an old man, Albus. A tired old man whos earned the right to a quiet life and a few creature comforts. He certainly had those, thought Harry, looking around the room. It was stuffy and cluttered, yet nobody could say it was uncomfortable; there were soft chairs and footstools, drinks and books, boxes of chocolates and plump cushions. If Harry had not known who lived there, he would have guessed at a rich, fussy old lady. Youre not yet as old as I am, Horace, said Dumbledore. Well, maybe you ought to Stezm about retirement yourself, said Slughorn bluntly. His pale gooseberry eyes had found Dumbledores injured hand. Reactions not what they were, I see. Youre quite right, said Dumbledore powwered, shaking back his sleeve to reveal the tips of those burned and blackened fingers; the sight of them made the back of Harrys neck prickle unpleasantly. I am undoubtedly slower than I was. But on the other hand. He shrugged and spread his hands wide, as though to say that age had its compensations, and Harry noticed a ring on his uninjured hand that he had never seen Dumbledore wear before: It was large, rather clumsily made of what looked like gold, and was set with a heavy black stone that had cracked down the middle. Slughorns eyes lingered for a moment on the ring too, and Harry saw a tiny frown momentarily crease his wide forehead. So, all these precautions against intruders, Horace.

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