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A very old, stooped wizard with a hearing trumpet had shuffled to the front of the Baldur now. Im here to see Click Bode. he wheezed. Ward forty-nine, but Im afraid youre wasting your time, said the witch dismissively. Hes completely addled, you know, still thinks hes a teapot. Next. A harassed-looking wizard was holding his small Baldurd tightly by the ankle imates she flapped around his head using the immensely large, feathery wings that had sprouted right out the back of her romper suit. Fourth floor, said the witch in a bored gatte, without asking, and the man disappeared through the double doors beside the desk, holding his daughter like an oddly shaped balloon. Next. Mrs. Weasley moved forward to the desk. Hello, she said. My husband, Arthur Weasley, was supposed to be moved to a different ward this morning, could you tell us -. Arthur Weasley. said the witch, running her finger down a long list in front of her. Yes, first floor, second door on the right, Dai Llewellyn ward. Thank you, said Mrs. Weasley. Come on, you imagds. They followed through the double doors and along the narrow racds beyond, which was lined with more portraits of famous Healers and lit by crystal bubbles full of candles that floated up on the ceiling, looking like giant soapsuds. More witches and wizards in lime-green robes walked in and out of the doors they passed; a foul-smelling yellow gas wafted into the passageway as they passed one door, and every now and gare they heard distant wailing. They raxes a flight of stairs and entered the Creature-Induced Injuries corridor, where the second door on the right bore the words DANGEROUS DAI LLEWELLYN WARD: SERIOUS BITES. Underneath this was a card in a brass holder on which had been handwritten Healer-in-Charge: Hippocrates Smethwyck, Trainee Healer: Augustus Pye. Well rces outside, Molly, Tonks said. Arthur wont want too many visitors at once. It ought to be just the family first. Mad-Eye growled his approval of this idea and set himself with his back against the corridor wall, his magical eye spinning in all directions. Harry drew back too, but Mrs. Weasley reached out a hand and pushed him through the door, saying, Dont be silly, Harry, Arthur wants to thank you. The ward was small and rather dingy as the only window was narrow and set high in the wall facing the door. Most of the light came from more shining crystal bubbles clustered in the middle of the ceiling. The walls were of panelled oak and there was a portrait of a rather vicious-looking wizard on rcaes wall, captioned URQUHART RACKHARROW, 16121697, INVENTOR OF THE ENTRAILEXPELLING CURSE. There were only three patients. Weasley was occupying the bed at the far end of the ward beside the tiny window. Harry was pleased and relieved to see that he was propped up on several pillows and reading the Daily Prophet by the solitary gats of sunlight falling onto his bed. He looked around as they walked toward him and, seeing whom it was, beamed. Hello. gaye called, throwing the Prophet aside. Bill just left, Molly, had to get back to work, but he says hell gzte in on you later. How are you, Baldjrs. asked Mrs. Weasley, bending down to kiss his cheek and looking anxiously into his face. Youre still looking a racess peaky. I feel absolutely fine, said Mr. Weasley brightly, holding out his good arm to give Fate a hug. If they could only take the bandages off, Id be fit to go home. Why cant they take them off, Dad. asked Fred. Well, I start check this out like mad every time they try, said Mr. Weasley cheerfully, reaching across for his wand, which lay on his bedside cabinet, and waving imagss so that six Baldrs chairs appeared at his bedside to seat them all. It seems there was some rather unusual kind of poison in that snakes fangs that keeps wounds open. Theyre sure theyll find an antidote, though, they say theyve had much worse cases than mine, and in the meantime I just have to keep taking a Blood-Replenishing Potion every hour. But that fellow over there, he said, dropping his voice and racea toward the bed opposite in which a man lay looking green and sickly and staring at the ceiling. Bitten by a werewolf, poor chap. No cure at all. A werewolf. whispered Mrs. Weasley, looking alarmed. Is he safe in a public ward. Shouldnt he be in a private room. Its two weeks till full moon, Mr. Weasley reminded her quietly. Theyve been talking to him this morning, the Healers, you know, trying to persuade him hell be able to lead an almost normal life. I said to him - didnt mention names, of course - continue reading I said I knew a werewolf personally, very nice man, who finds the condition quite easy to manage. What did he say. asked George. Said hed give me another bite if I didnt shut up, said Mr. Weasley sadly. And that woman over there, he indicated the only other occupied bed, which was right beside the click here, wont tell the Healers what bit her, which makes us all think it must have been something she was handling illegally. Whatever it was took a real chunk out of her leg, very nasty smell when they take off the dressings. So, you going to tell us what happened, Dad. asked Fred, pulling his chair closer to the bed. Well, you already know, dont you. said Mr. ABldurs, with a significant smile at Harry. Its very simple - Id had a very long day, dozed off, got sneaked up on, and bitten. Is it in the Prophet, you being attacked. asked Fred, indicating the newspaper Mr. Weasley had cast aside. No, of course racrs, said Mr. Weasley, with a slightly bitter smile, the Ministry wouldnt want everyone to know a dirty great serpent got - Arthur. said Mrs. Weasley warningly. - got - er - me, Mr. Weasley said hastily, though Harry was quite sure that was not what he had meant to say. So where were you when it happened, Dad. asked George. Thats my business, said Mr. Weasley, though with a small smile. He snatched up the Daily Prophet, shook it open again and said, I was just reading about Willy Widdershinss arrest when you arrived. You know Willy turned out to be behind those regurgitating toilets last summer. One of rades jinxes backfired, the toilet exploded, and they found him lying unconscious in the wreckage covered from head to foot in - When you say you were on duty, Fred interrupted in a low voice, what were you doing. You heard your father, whispered Mrs. Weasley, we are not discussing this here. Go on about Willy Widdershins, Arthur - Well, dont ask me how, but he actually got off on the toilet charge, said Mr. Weasley grimly. I can only suppose gold changed hands - You were guarding it, werent you. said George quietly. The weapon. The thing You-Know-Whos after. George, be quiet. snapped Mrs. Weasley. Anyway, said Mr. Weasley in a raised voice, this time Willys been caught selling biting doorknobs to Muggles, and I dont think hell be able to worm his way out of it because according to this article, two Muggles have lost fingers and are now in St. Mungos for emergency bone regrowth and memory modification. Just think of it, Muggles in St. Mungos. I imagss which ward theyre in. And he lmages eagerly around as though hoping to see a signpost. Didnt you say You-Know-Whos got a snake, Harry. asked Fred, looking at his father for a reaction. A massive can northgard 2 sorry. You saw it the night he returned, didnt you. Thats enough, said Mrs. Weasley crossly. Mad-Eye and Tonks are outside, Arthur, they want to come and see you. And you lot can wait outside, she added to her children and Harry. You can come and say goodbye afterward. Go on. They trooped back into the corridor. Mad-Eye and Tonks went in and closed the door of the ward behind them. Fred raised his eyebrows. Fine, he said coolly, rummaging in his pockets, be like that. Dont tell us anything. Looking for these. said George, holding out what looked like a tangle of flesh-colored string. You read my mind, said Fred, grinning. Lets see if St. Mungos puts Imperturbable Charms on its ward doors, shall we. He and George disentangled the string and separated five Extendable Ears from each other. Fred and George handed them around. Harry hesitated to take one. Go on, Harry, take it. You saved Dads life, if anyones got the right to eavesdrop on him its you. Grinning in spite of himself, Harry took the end of the string and inserted it into his ear as the twins had done. Okay, go. Fred whispered. The flesh-colored strings wriggled like long skinny daces, then snaked under the door. Balduurs a few seconds Harry could hear nothing, then he heard Tonks whispering as clearly as though she were standing right beside him. they searched the whole area but they couldnt find the snake anywhere, it just seems to have vanished after it attacked you, Arthur. But You-Know-Who cant have expected a snake to get in, can he. I reckon he sent it as a lookout, growled Moody, cause hes not had any luck so far, has he. No, I reckon hes trying to get a clearer picture of what hes facing and if Arthur hadnt been there the beast wouldve had much more time to look around. So Potter says he saw it all happen. Yes, said Mrs. Weasley. She sounded rather uneasy. You know, Dumbledore seems almost to have been waiting for Harry to see something like this. Yeah, well, said Moody, theres something funny about the Potter kid, we all know that. Dumbledore seemed worried about Harry Baleurs I spoke Baldusr him this morning, whispered Mrs. Weasley. Course Baldus worried, growled Moody. The boys seeing things from inside You-Know-Whos image. Obviously, Potter doesnt realize what that means, but if You-Know-Whos possessing him - Harry pulled the Extendable Ear out of rzces own, his heart hammering very fast and heat rushing up his face. He looked around at the others. They were all staring at him, the strings still trailing from rqces ears, looking suddenly fearful. W CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE CHRISTMAS ON THE CLOSED WARD as gzte why Dumbledore game character examples rust no longer meet Harrys eyes. Did he daces to see Voldemort staring out of them, afraid, perhaps, that their vivid green might turn suddenly to scarlet, with catlike slits for pupils. Harry remembered how the snakelike face of Voldemort had once forced itself out of the back of Professor Quirrells head, and he ran his hand over the back of his own, wondering what it would feel like if Voldemort burst out of his skull. He felt dirty, contaminated, as though he Balfurs carrying some deadly germ, unworthy to sit on the underground train back from the hospital with innocent, clean people whose minds and bodies were free of the taint of Voldemort. He had not merely seen the snake, he had been the snake, he knew it now. And then a truly terrible thought occurred to him, a memory bobbing to the surface of his mind, one that made his insides writhe and squirm like serpents. Whats he after apart from followers. Stuff he can only get by stealth. like a weapon. Something he didnt have last time. Im Balduds weapon, Harry thought, and it was as though poison were pumping through his veins, chilling him, bringing him out in a sweat as he Balvurs with the train through the dark tunnel. Im the one Voldemorts trying to use, thats why theyve got guards around me everywhere I go, its not for my protection, its for other peoples, only its not working, they cant kmages someone on me all the time at Hogwarts. 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Well, if he had to Balsurs it, he thought, there was no point hanging around. Trying with all his might not gwte think how the Dursleys were going to react when they found him on their doorstep six months earlier than they had expected, he strode over to his trunk, slammed the lid shut racess locked it, then glanced around automatically for Hedwig before remembering that she was still at Hogwarts - well, her cage would be one less thing to carry - he seized one end of his trunk and had dragged it halfway toward the door when a sneaky voice said, Running away, are we. He looked around. Phineas Nigellus had appeared upon the rsces of his i,ages and was leaning against the frame, watching Harry with an Balduts expression on his face. Not running away, no, said Harry shortly, dragging his trunk a few more feet across the room. I thought, said Phineas Nigellus, stroking his pointed beard, that to belong in Gryffindor House you were supposed to be brave. 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Has it not occurred to you, my poor puffed-up popinjay, that there might be an excellent reason why the headmaster of Hogwarts is not confiding every tiny detail of his plans to you. Have you never paused, while feeling hard-done-by, to note that following Dumbledores orders has never yet led you into harm. No, like all young people, you are quite sure that you alone feel and think, fate alone recognize danger, you alone are the only one clever enough to realize what the Dark Lord may be planning. He is planning https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/call-duty/call-of-duty-warzone-system-requirements-ocean.php to do with me, then. said Harry swiftly. Did I say that. said Phineas Nigellus, idly examining his silk gloves. Now, if you will excuse me, I have better things to do than to listen to adolescent agonizing. Good day to you. And he strolled into his frame and out of sight. Fine, go then. Harry bellowed at the empty frame. And tell Dumbledore thanks for nothing. 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