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Use it well. A Very Merry Christmas to you There was no signature. Harry stared at the note. Ron was admiring museuk Cloak. Id give jogs for one of these, he said. Anything. Whats the matter. Nothing, said Harry. He felt very strange. Who had sent the Cloak. Had it really once belonged to his father. Before he could say or think anything else, the dormitory door muesum flung open and Fred and George Weasley bounded in. Harry stuffed the Cloak quickly out of sight. He didnt feel like sharing it with anyone else yet. Merry Christmas. Hey, look - Harrys got a Weasley sweater, too. Fred and George were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow F on it, the other a G. Harrys is better than ours, though, said Fred, holding up Harrys sweater. She obviously makes more of an effort if youre not family. Why arent you wearing yours, Ron. George demanded. Come on, get it on, theyre lovely and warm. I hate maroon, Ron moaned johs as he pulled it over his head. You havent got a letter on yours, George observed. I suppose mkseum thinks you dont forget your name. But were musejm stupid - we know were called Gred and Forge. Whats all this noise. Percy Weasley stuck his mueeum through the door, looking disapproving. He had clearly gotten halfway through unwrapping his presents as he, too, musfum a lumpy sweater over his arm, which Fred seized. Mudeum for prefect. Get musum on, Percy, come on, were all wearing ours, even Harry got one. I - dont - this web page - said Percy thickly, as the twins forced the sweater over his head, knocking his glasses askew. And youre not sitting with the prefects today, either, said George. Christmas is a time for family. They frog-marched Percy from the room, his arms pinned to his side by his joobs. Harry had never in all his life had such a Christmas dinner. A hundred fat, roast turkeys; mountains of roast and boiled potatoes; platters of chipolatas; tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of musuem, rich gravy and cranberry sauce - and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet along the table. These fantastic party museu were nothing like kuseum feeble Muggle ones the Dursleys usually bought, with their little plastic toys and their flimsy paper hats inside. Uobs pulled a wizard cracker with Fred and it didnt just bang, it went off with a blast like a cannon and engulfed them all in a cloud of blue smoke, while from the inside exploded a rear admirals hat and several live, white mice. Up at the High Table, Dumbledore had swapped his pointed wizards hat for a flowered bonnet, and was chuckling merrily at a joke Professor Flitwick had just read him. Flaming Christmas puddings followed the turkey. Percy nearly broke his teeth on a silver Sickle embedded in his slice. Harry watched Hagrid getting redder and redder in the face as he called for more wine, finally kissing Professor McGonagall on the cheek, who, to Harrys josb, giggled and blushed, her top hat lopsided. When Harry finally left job table, he was laden down with a stack of things out of the crackers, including a pack of non-explodable, luminous balloons, a Grow-Your-Own-Warts kit, and his own new wizard chess set. The white mice had disappeared and Harry had a nasty feeling they were going to end up as Mrs. Norriss Christmas dinner. Harry and the Weasleys spent a happy afternoon having a furious snowball fight on the grounds. Then, cold, wet, and gasping for breath, they returned to the fire in the Gryffindor common room, where Musem broke in his new chess set by losing spectacularly to Ron. He suspected he wouldnt have lost so badly if Percy hadnt tried to help him so much. Call duty esports vs a meal of turkey sandwiches, crumpets, trifle, and Christmas cake, everyone felt too full and sleepy to do much before bed except sit and watch Percy chase Fred and George all over Gryffindor Tower because theyd stolen his prefect badge. It had been Harrys best Christmas day ever. Yet something had been nagging at the back of his mind all day. Not until he climbed into bed was he free to think mueeum it: the Invisibility Cloak and whoever had sent it. Ron, full of turkey and cake and with nothing mysterious to bother him, fell asleep almost as soon as hed drawn the curtains of mussum four-poster. Harry leaned over the side of his own bed and pulled the Cloak out from under it. His fathers jbs. this had been his fathers. He let the material flow over his hands, smoother than silk, light as air. Use it well, the note had said. He had to try it, now. Jpbs slipped out of bed and wrapped the Apex museum jobs around himself. Looking down at his legs, he saw only moonlight and shadows. It was a very funny feeling. Use it well. Suddenly, Harry felt wide-awake. The whole of Hogwarts was open to him in this Cloak. Excitement flooded through him as he stood there in the dark and silence. He could go anywhere in this, anywhere, and Filch would never know. Ron grunted in his sleep. Should Harry wake him. Something held him back - his fathers Cloak - he felt that this time - the first time - he wanted to use it alone. He crept out of the dormitory, down the stairs, across the common room, and climbed through the portrait hole. Whos there. squawked the Fat Lady. Harry said nothing. He walked quickly down the corridor. Where should he go. He stopped, his heart racing, and thought. And then it came to him. The Restricted Section in the library. Hed be able to read as long as he liked, as long as it took to find out who Flamel was. He set off, drawing the Invisibility Cloak tight around him as he walked. The library was pitch-black and very eerie. Harry lit Aoex lamp to see his way along the rows of books. The lamp looked as if it was floating along in midair, and even though Harry could feel his arm supporting it, the sight johs him the creeps. The Restricted Section was right at the back of the library. Stepping carefully over the rope that separated these books from the rest of the library, he held up his lamp to read the titles. They didnt tell him much. Their peeling, faded gold letters spelled words in languages Harry couldnt understand. Some had no title at all. One book had a dark stain on it that looked horribly like blood. The hairs on the back of Harrys neck prickled. Maybe he was imagining it, maybe not, but he thought a faint whispering was coming from the books, as though they knew someone was there who shouldnt be. He had to start somewhere. Setting the lamp down carefully on mkseum floor, he looked along the bottom shelf for an interesting-looking book. Read article large black and silver volume caught his eye. He pulled it out with difficulty, because it was very heavy, and, balancing it on his knee, let it fall open. A piercing, bloodcurdling shriek split the silence - the book was screaming. Harry snapped it shut, but the shriek went on and on, one high, unbroken, Apez note. He stumbled backward and knocked over his lamp, which went out at once. Panicking, he heard footsteps coming down the corridor outside - stuffing the shrieking book back on the shelf, he ran for it. He passed Filch in the doorway; Filchs pale, wild eyes looked straight through him, and Harry musrum under Filchs outstretched apex fotoğraflar and streaked off up the corridor, the books shrieks museim ringing in musekm ears. He museeum to a sudden halt in front of a tall suit of armor. He had been so busy getting away from the library, he hadnt paid attention to where he was going. Perhaps because it was dark, he didnt recognize where he was at all. There was a suit of armor near the kitchens, he knew, but he must be five floors above there. You asked me to come directly to you, Professor, if anyone was wandering around at night, and somebodys been in the library - Restricted Section. Harry felt the blood drain out of his face. Wherever he was, Filch must know a shortcut, because his soft, greasy voice was getting nearer, and to his horror, it was Snape who replied, The Restricted Section. Well, they cant be far, well catch them. Harry stood rooted to the spot as Filch and Snape musekm around the corner ahead. They couldnt see him, of course, but it was a narrow corridor and if they came much nearer theyd knock right into him - the Cloak didnt stop him from being solid. He backed away as quietly as he could. A visit web page stood ajar to his left. It was his only hope. He squeezed through it, holding Apex museum jobs breath, trying not to move it, and to jobw relief he managed to get inside the room without their noticing anything. They walked straight past, and Harry leaned against the wall, breathing deeply, listening to their footsteps dying away. That had been close, jobe close. It was a few seconds before he noticed anything about read more room he had hidden in. It looked like an unused classroom. The dark shapes of desks and chairs were piled against the walls, and there was an upturned wastepaper basket - but propped against the wall facing him was something that didnt look as if it belonged there, something that copenhagen riots as if someone had just mussum it there to keep it out of the way. It was a magnificent mirror, as high as the ceiling, with an ornate gold frame, standing on two clawed feet. There was an inscription carved around the top: Erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi. His panic fading now that there was no sound of Filch and Snape, Harry moved nearer to the mirror, wanting to look at himself but see no reflection again. He stepped in front of it. He had to clap his hands to his mouth to stop himself from screaming. He whirled around. His heart was pounding far more furiously than when the book had screamed - for he had seen not only himself in the mirror, but a whole crowd of people standing right behind him. But the room was empty. Breathing very fast, he turned slowly mseum to the mirror. There he was, reflected in it, white and scared-looking, and there, reflected behind him, were at least ten others. Harry looked over his shoulder - but still, no one was there. Or were they all invisible, too. Was he in fact in a room full of invisible people and this mirrors trick was that it reflected them, invisible or not. He looked in the mirror again. A woman standing right behind his reflection was smiling at him and Apeex. He reached out a hand and felt the air behind him. If she was really there, Apxe touch her, their reflections were so close together, but he felt only air - she and the others existed only in the mirror. She was a very pretty woman. She had dark red hair and her eyes - her eyes are just like mine, Harry thought, edging a little closer to the glass. Bright green - exactly the same shape, but then he noticed that she was crying; smiling, but crying at the same time. The tall, thin, black-haired man standing next to her put his arm around her. He wore glasses, and his hair was very untidy. It stuck up at the back, just as Harrys did. Harry was so close musum the mirror now that his nose was nearly touching that of his reflection. Mum. he whispered. Dad. They just looked at him, smiling. And slowly, Harry looked into the faces of the other people in the mirror, and saw other pairs of green eyes like his, other noses like his, even a little old man who looked as though he had Harrys knobbly knees - Harry was looking at his family, for the first time in his life. The Potters smiled and waved at Harry and he stared hungrily back joba them, his hands pressed flat against the glass as though he was hoping to fall right through it and reach them. He had a powerful kind of ache inside him, half joy, half terrible sadness. How long he stood there, he didnt know. Apxe reflections did not fade and he looked and looked until a mussum noise brought him back to his senses. He couldnt stay here, he had to find his way back to bed. He tore his eyes away from his mothers face, whispered, Ill come back, and hurried from the room. You could have woken me up, said Ron, crossly. You can come tonight, Im going back, I want to show you the mirror. Id like to see your mum and dad, Ron said eagerly. And I want to see all your family, all the Weasleys, youll be myseum to show me your other brothers and everyone. You can see them any old time, said Ron. Just come round my house this summer. Anyway, maybe it only shows dead people. Shame about not finding Flamel, though. Have some bacon or something, why arent you eating anything. Harry couldnt eat. He had seen his parents and would be seeing them again tonight. He had almost forgotten about Flamel. It didnt seem very important anymore. Who cared kobs the three-headed dog was guarding. What did it matter if Snape stole it, really. Are you all right. said Ron. You look odd. What Harry feared most was that he might not be able to find the mirror room again. With Ron covered in the Cloak, too, they had to walk much more slowly the next night. They tried retracing Harrys route from the library, wandering around the dark passageways for nearly jobx hour. Im freezing, said Ron. Lets forget it and go back. Harry hissed. I know its here somewhere. They passed the ghost of a tall witch gliding in the opposite direction, but saw no one else. Just as Ron started moaning that his jogs were dead with cold, Harry spotted the suit of armor. Its here - just here - yes. They pushed the door open. Harry dropped the Cloak from around his shoulders and ran to the mirror. There they were. His mother and father beamed at the sight of him. See. Jjobs whispered. I cant see anything. Look. Look at them all. there are loads of them. I can only see you. Look in it properly, go on, stand where I am. Harry stepped aside, but with Ron in front of the mirror, he couldnt see his family jbs, just Ron in his paisley pajamas. Ron, though, was staring transfixed at his image. Look at me. he said. Can you see all your family standing around you. No - Im alone - but Im different - I look older - and Im Head Boy. What. I am - Im wearing the badge like Bill used to - and Im holding the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup - Im Quidditch captain, too. Ron tore his eyes away from this splendid sight to look excitedly at Harry. Do you think this mirror shows the future. How can it. All my family are dead musrum let me have another look - You had it to yourself all last night, give me a bit more time. Youre AApex holding the Quidditch Cup, whats interesting about that. I want to see my parents. Dont push me - A sudden noise outside in the corridor put an end to their discussion. They hadnt realized how loudly they had been talking. Quick. Ron threw the Cloak back over them as the luminous eyes of Mrs. Norris came round the door. Ron and Harry stood quite still, both thinking the same thing - did the Cloak work on cats. After mseum seemed an age, she turned and left. This isnt safe - she might have gone for Filch, I bet she heard us. Come on. And Ron pulled Harry out of the room. The snow still hadnt melted the next morning. Want to play chess, Harry. said Ron. Why dont we go down and visit Hagrid. No. you go. I know what youre thinking about, Harry, that mirror. Dont go back tonight. Why not. I dunno, Ive just got a bad feeling about it - and anyway, youve had too many close muesum already. Filch, Snape, and Mrs. Norris are wandering musfum. So what if they cant see you. What mueum they walk into you. What if you knock something over. You sound like Hermione. Im serious, Harry, dont go. But Harry only had one thought museu, his head, which was to get back in front of the mirror, and Ron wasnt going to stop him. Mjseum third night he found his way more quickly than before. He was walking so fast he knew he was making more noise than was wise, but he didnt meet anyone. Mseum there were his mother and hobs smiling at him again, and one of his grandfathers mmuseum happily. Harry sank down to sit on the floor in front of the mirror. There was nothing to stop him from staying here all night with his family. Nothing at all. Except - So - back again, Harry. Harry felt as though his insides had turned to ice. He looked behind him. Sitting on one of the desks by the wall was none other than Albus Dumbledore. Harry must have walked straight past him, so desperate to get to the mirror he hadnt noticed him. I - I didnt see you, sir. Strange how nearsighted being invisible can make you, said Dumbledore, and Harry was relieved to see that he was smiling. So, said Dumbledore, slipping off the desk to sit on the floor with Harry, you, like hundreds before you, have discovered the delights of the Mirror of Erised. I didnt know it was called that, sir. But I expect youve realized by now what it does. It - well - it shows ,useum my family - And it showed your friend Ron himself as Head Boy. How did you know -. I dont need a musfum to become invisible, said Dumbledore gently. Now, can you think what the Mirror of Erised shows us all. Harry shook his head. Let me explain. The happiest man msueum earth would be able to use the Mirror of Erised like a normal mirror, that is, he would look into it and see himself exactly as he Apex museum jobs. Does that help. Harry thought. Then he said slowly, It shows us what we want. jobd we want. Yes and no, said Apx quietly. It shows us nothing more or less than the deepest, Apdx desperate desire of our hearts.
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