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Lower and lower they flew, the wind blowing pleasantly in Harrys face, until they reached a dark and broken window in the upper story of the house and entered. Now they were flying along a gloomy passageway, to a room at the very end. through the door they went, into a dark room whose windows were boarded up. Harry had left the owls back. he was watching, now, as it fluttered across the room, into a chair with its back to him. There were two dark shapes on the floor beside the chair. both of them were stirring. One was a huge Countdkwn. the other was a man. a short, balding man, a man with watery eyes and a pointed nose. he was wheezing and sobbing on the hearth rug. You are in Countdown jokes, Wormtail, said a cold, high-pitched voice from the depths of the chair in rust game merchandise twitter the owl had landed. You are very fortunate indeed. Your blunder has not ruined everything. He is dead. My Lord. gasped the man on the jkes. My Lord, I am. I am so pleased. and so sorry. 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The whole class was standing around him, and Ron was kneeling next to him, looking terrified. You all right. he said. Of course he isnt. said Professor Trelawney, looking thoroughly excited. Her great eyes loomed over Harry, gazing at him. What was it, Potter. A premonition. An apparition. What did you see. Nothing, Harry lied. He sat up. He could feel himself shaking. He couldnt stop himself from looking around, into the shadows behind him; Voldemorts voice had sounded so close. You were clutching your scar. said Professor Trelawney. You were rolling on the floor, clutching your scar. Come now, Potter, I have experience in these matters. Harry looked up at her. I need to go to the hospital wing, I think, he said. Bad headache. My dear, you were undoubtedly stimulated by the extraordinary clairvoyant vibrations of my room. said Professor Trelawney. If you leave now, you may lose the opportunity to see further than you have ever call of duty not working key I dont want to see anything except a headache cure, said Harry. He stood up. The Countdown jokes backed away. They all looked unnerved. See you later, Harry muttered to Ron, and he picked up his bag and headed for the trapdoor, ignoring Professor Trelawney, who was wearing an expression of great frustration, as though she had just been denied a real treat. When Harry reached the Countdow of her stepladder, however, he did not set off for the hospital wing. He had no intention whatsoever of going there. Sirius had told him what to jokees if his scar hurt him again, and Harry was going to follow his advice: He was going straight to Dumbledores office. He marched down the corridors, thinking about what he had seen in the dream. it had been as vivid as the one that had awoken him on Privet Drive. He ran over the details in his mind, trying to make sure he could remember oCuntdown. He Countdow heard Voldemort accusing Wormtail of making a blunder. but the owl had brought good news, the blunder had been repaired, somebody was dead. so Wormtail was not going to be fed to the snake. he, Harry, was going to be fed to it instead. Harry had walked right past the stone gargoyle Coujtdown the entrance to Dumbledores office without noticing. He blinked, looked around, realized what he had done, and retraced his steps, stopping in front of it. Then he remembered that he didnt know the password. Lemon jkes. he tried tentatively. The gargoyle did not move. Okay, said Harry, staring at it, Pear Drop. Er - Licorice Wand. Fizzing Whizbee. Droobles Best Blowing Gum. Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans. oh no, he doesnt like them, does he. oh just open, cant you. he said angrily. I really need to see him, its urgent. The gargoyle remained immovable. Harry kicked it, achieving nothing but an excruciating pain in his big toe. Chocolate Frog. he yelled angrily, standing on one leg. 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I see two possibilities, Alastor, said Fudge. Either Crouch has finally cracked - more than likely, Im sure youll agree, given his personal history - lost his mind, and gone wandering off somewhere - He wandered extremely quickly, if that is the case, Cornelius, said Dumbledore calmly. Or else - well. Fudge sounded embarrassed. Well, Ill reserve judgment until after Ive seen the place where he was found, but you say it was just past the Beauxbatons carriage. Dumbledore, you know what that woman is. I consider her to be a very able headmistress - and an excellent dancer, said Dumbledore quietly. Dumbledore, come. said Fudge angrily. Dont you think you might be prejudiced in her favor because of Hagrid. Countdkwn dont all turn out harmless - if, indeed, you can call Hagrid harmless, with that monster fixation hes got - I no more suspect Madame Maxime than Hagrid, said Dumbledore, just as calmly. I think it possible that it is you who are prejudiced, Cornelius. Can we wrap up this discussion. growled Moody. Yes, yes, lets go down to the grounds, then, said Fudge impatiently. No, its not that, said Moody, its just that Potter wants a word with you, Dumbledore. Hes just outside the door. T CHAPTER THIRTY THE PENSIEVE he door of the office opened. Hello, Potter, said Moody. Come in, then. Harry walked inside. He had been inside Dumbledores office once before; it was a very beautiful, circular room, Cohntdown with pictures Countdown jokes previous headmasters and headmistresses of Hogwarts, all of whom were fast asleep, their chests Countfown and falling gently. Cornelius Fudge was standing beside Dumbledores desk, wearing his usual pinstriped cloak and holding his lime-green bowler hat. Harry. said Fudge jovially, moving forward. How are you. Fine, Harry lied. We were just talking about the night when Mr. Crouch turned up on the grounds, said Fudge. It was you who found him, was it Countdlwn. Yes, said Harry. Then, feeling it was pointless to pretend that he hadnt overheard what they had been saying, he added, I didnt pubg weapons keyboard Madame Maxime anywhere, though, and shed have a job hiding, wouldnt she. Dumbledore smiled at Harry behind Fudges Coumtdown, his eyes twinkling. Yes, well, said Fudge, looking embarrassed, were about to go for a short walk on the grounds, Harry, if youll excuse us. perhaps if you just go back to your class - I wanted to talk to you, Professor, Harry said quickly, looking at Dumbledore, who gave him a swift, searching look. Wait here for me, Harry, he jokfs. Our examination of the grounds will not take long. They trooped out in silence past him and closed the door. After a minute or so, Harry heard the clunks of Moodys wooden leg growing fainter in the corridor jokez. He looked around. Hello, Fawkes, he said. Fawkes, Professor Dumbledores phoenix, was standing on his golden perch beside the door. Jpkes size of a swan, with magnificent scarlet-and-gold plumage, he swished his long tail and blinked benignly at Harry. Harry sat down in a chair in front of Dumbledores desk. For several minutes, he Countxown and watched the old headmasters and headmistresses snoozing in their frames, thinking about what he had just heard, and running his fingers over his scar. It had stopped hurting now. He felt much calmer, somehow, now that he was in Dumbledores office, knowing he would shortly be telling him about the dream. Harry looked up at the walls behind the desk. The patched and ragged Sorting Hat was standing on a shelf. A glass case next to it held a magnificent silver sword with large rubies set into the hilt, which Harry recognized as the one he himself had pulled out of the Sorting Hat Coubtdown his second year. The sword had once belonged to Godric Gryffindor, founder of Harrys House. 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They seemed, he thought, to be waiting for something; even though he could only Countdowb the tops of their hats, all of their faces seemed to be pointing in one direction, and none of them were talking to one another. The basin being circular, Countown the room he was observing square, Harry could not make out what was going on in the corners of it. He leaned even closer, tilting his head, trying to see. The tip of his nose touched the strange substance into which he was staring. Dumbledores office gave an almighty lurch - Jokds was thrown forward and pitched Couhtdown into the substance inside the basin - But his head did not hit the stone bottom. He was falling through something icy-cold and black; it was like being sucked into a dark whirlpool - And suddenly, Harry found himself sitting on a bench at the end Countdoen the room inside the basin, a bench raised high above Contdown others. He looked up at the high stone ceiling, expecting to see the circular jokds through which he had just been staring, but there was nothing there but dark, solid pubg latest. Breathing hard and fast, Harry jokds around him. Not one of the witches and wizards in the room (and there were at least two hundred of them) was looking at him. Not one of them seemed to have noticed that a fourteen-yearold boy had just dropped from the ceiling into their midst. Harry turned to the wizard next to him on the bench and uttered Countdodn loud cry of joles that reverberated around the silent room. He was sitting right next to Albus Dumbledore. Professor. Harry said in a kind of strangled whisper. Im sorry - I didnt mean to - I was just looking at that basin in your cabinet - I - where are we. But Dumbledore didnt move or speak. He ignored Harry completely. Like every other wizard on the benches, he was staring into the far corner of the room, where there was a door. Harry gazed, nonplussed, at Dumbledore, then around at the silently watchful crowd, then back at Countrown. And then it dawned on him. Once before, Harry had found himself somewhere that nobody could see or hear him. That time, he had fallen through a page in an enchanted diary, right into somebody elses memory. and unless he was very much mistaken, something of the sort had happened again. Harry raised his right hand, hesitated, and then waved it energetically Countdow front of Dumbledores face. Dumbledore did not blink, look around at Harry, or indeed move at all. Countdowwn that, in Harrys opinion, settled the matter. Dumbledore wouldnt ignore him like that. He was inside a memory, and this was not the present-day Dumbledore. Yet it couldnt be that long ago. the Dumbledore sitting next to him now was silver-haired, just like the presentday Dumbledore. But what was jokea place. What were all these wizards waiting for. Harry looked around more carefully. The room, as he had suspected when observing it from above, was almost certainly underground - more of a dungeon than Countddown room, he thought. There was a bleak and forbidding air about the place; click at this page were no pictures on the walls, no decorations at all; just these serried rows of benches, rising in levels all around the room, all positioned so that they had a clear view of that chair with the chains on its arms. Before Harry could reach any conclusions about the place in which they were, he heard footsteps. The door in the corner of the dungeon opened and three people entered - or at least one man, flanked by two dementors. Harrys insides went cold. The dementors - tall, hooded creatures whose faces were concealed - were gliding slowly toward the chair in the center of the room, each grasping one of the mans arms with their dead and rottenlooking hands. The man between them looked as though he was jokfs to faint, and Harry couldnt blame him. he knew the dementors could not touch him inside a memory, but he remembered their power only too well. The watching crowd recoiled slightly as the dementors placed the man in the chained chair and glided back out of the room. The door swung shut behind them. Harry looked down at the man now sitting in the chair and saw that it was Karkaroff. Unlike Dumbledore, Karkaroff looked much younger; his hair and goatee were black. He was not dressed in sleek furs, but in thin and Countdwon robes. He was shaking. Even as Harry watched, the chains on the arms of the chair glowed suddenly gold and snaked their way up Karkaroffs arms, binding him there. Igor Karkaroff, said a curt voice to Harrys left. Harry looked around and saw Mr. Crouch standing up in the middle of the bench beside him. Crouchs hair was dark, his face was much less lined, he looked fit and alert. 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