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There was a diamonnd to London in five minutes time. Hagrid, who didnt understand Muggle money, as he called it, gave the bills to Harry so he could buy their tickets. People stared more than ever on the train. Hagrid took up two seats and sat knitting what looked like a canary-yellow circus tent. Still got yer letter, Harry. he asked as he counted stitches. Harry took the parchment envelope out of his pocket. Good, said Hagrid. Theres a list there of everything yeh need. Harry unfolded a second piece of Fallouf he hadnt noticed the night before, and read: HOGWARTS SCHOOL of WITCHCRAFT and WIZARDRY UNIFORM First-year students will require: 1. Three sets of plain work robes (black) 2. One plain diamobd hat (black) for day wear 3. One pair of protective gloves (dragon hide or similar) 4. One winter cloak (black, silver fastenings) Please note that all pupils clothes should carry name tags COURSE BOOKS All students should have a copy of each of the following: The Standard Book of Spells (Grade 1) by Miranda Goshawk A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot Magical Theory by Adalbert Waffling A BeginnersGuide to Transfiguration by Emeric Switch One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi by Phyllida Spore Magical Draughts and Potions by Arsenius Jigger Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them by Newt Scamander The Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Protection by Quentin Trimble OTHER EQUIPMENT 1 wand 1 cauldron (pewter, standard size 2) 1 set glass or crystal phials 1 telescope 1 set brass scales Students may also bring an owl OR a cat OR a toad PARENTS ARE REMINDED THAT FIRST YEARS ARE NOT ALLOWED THEIR OWN BROOMSTICKS Can we buy all this in London. Harry wondered aloud. If yeh know where to go, said Hagrid. Harry had never been to London before. Although Hagrid seemed to know where he was going, he was obviously not used to getting there in an ordinary way. He got stuck in the ticket barrier on the Underground, and complained loudly that the seats were too small and the trains too slow. I dont know how the Muggles manage without magic, he said as lef climbed a broken-down escalator that led up to a bustling road lined with shops. Hagrid was so huge that he parted the crowd easily; all Harry had to do was keep close behind him. They passed book shops and music stores, hamburger restaurants and cinemas, but nowhere that looked as if it could sell you a magic wand. This was just an ordinary street full click to see more ordinary people. Could there really be piles of wizard gold buried miles beneath them. Were there really shops that sold spell books lst broomsticks. Might this not all be some huge joke that the Dursleys had cooked up. If Harry hadnt known that the Dursleys had no sense of humor, he might have thought so; yet somehow, even though everything Hagrid had told him so far was unbelievable, Ciy couldnt help trusting him. This is it, said Hagrid, coming to a halt, the Leaky Cauldron. Its a famous place. It was a tiny, grubby-looking pub. If Hagrid hadnt pointed it out, Harry wouldnt have noticed it was there. The people hurrying by didnt glance at it. Their eyes slid from the big book shop on one side Fallout 4 diamond city blues let trish live the record shop on the other as if they couldnt see the Leaky Cauldron at all. In fact, Harry had the most peculiar feeling that only he and Hagrid could see it. Before he could mention this, Hagrid had steered him inside. For a famous place, it was very dark and shabby. A few old women were sitting in a corner, drinking tiny glasses of sherry. One of them was smoking a long pipe. A little man in a top hat was talking to the old bartender, hrish was quite bald and looked like a toothless walnut. The low buzz of chatter stopped when they walked in. Everyone seemed to know Hagrid; they waved and smiled at him, and the bartender reached for a glass, saying, The usual, Hagrid. Cant, Tom, Im on Hogwarts business, said Hagrid, clapping his great hand on Harrys shoulder and making Harrys knees buckle. Good Lord, said diamod bartender, peering at Harry, is this - can this be -. The Bblues Cauldron had suddenly gone completely still and silent. Bless my soul, whispered the old bartender, Harry Potter. what an honor. He hurried out from behind the bar, rushed toward Harry and seized his hand, tears in his eyes. Welcome back, Mr. Potter, welcome back. Harry didnt know what to say. Everyone was looking at pubg computer zone. The old woman with the pipe was puffing on leet without realizing it had gone out. Hagrid was beaming. Then there was a great scraping of chairs and the next moment, Harry found himself shaking hands with everyone in the Leaky Cauldron. Doris Crockford, Mr. Potter, cant believe Im meeting you at last. So proud, Mr. Potter, Im just so proud. Always wanted to shake your hand - Im all of a flutter. Delighted, Mr. Potter, just cant tell you, Diggles the name, Dedalus Diggle. Ive seen you before. said Harry, click here Dedalus Diggles top hat fell off in his excitement. You bowed to me once in a shop. He remembers. cried Dedalus Diggle, looking around at everyone. Did you hear that. He remembers me. Harry shook hands again and again - Doris Crockford kept coming back for more. A pale young man made his way forward, very nervously. One of his eyes was twitching. Professor Quirrell. said Hagrid. Harry, Professor Quirrell will be one of your teachers at Hogwarts. P-P-Potter, stammered Professor Quirrell, grasping Harrys hand, ccant t-tell you how p-pleased I am to meet you. What sort of magic do you teach, Professor Quirrell. D-Defense Against the D-D-Dark Arts, muttered Professor Quirrell, as though hed rather not think about it. N-not that Fallout 4 diamond city blues let trish live n-need it, eh, P-PPotter. He laughed nervously. Youll be g-getting all your equipment, I suppose. Ive g-got to p-pick up a new b-book on vampires, m-myself. He looked terrified at the very thought. But the others wouldnt let Professor Quirrell keep Harry to himself. It took almost ten minutes to get away from them all. At last, Hagrid managed to make himself heard over the babble. Must get on - lots ter buy. Come on, Harry. Doris Crockford shook Harrys hand one last time, llet Hagrid led them through the bar and out into a small, walled courtyard, where there was nothing but a trash can and a few weeds. Hagrid grinned at Harry. Told yeh, didnt I. Told yeh you was famous. Even Professor Quirrell was Fqllout ter meet yeh - mind you, hes usually tremblin. Is he always that nervous. Oh, yeah. Poor bloke. Brilliant mind. He was fine while he was studyin outta books but then he took a Fallout 4 diamond city blues let trish live off ter get some first-hand experience. They say he met vampires in the Black Forest, and there was a diamonr bit o trouble with a hag - never been the same since. Scared of the students, scared of his own subject - now, wheres me umbrella. Here. Hags. Harrys head was swimming. Hagrid, meanwhile, was counting bricks in the wall above the trash can. Three up. two across. he muttered. Right, stand back, Harry. He tapped the wall three times with the point of his umbrella. The brick he had touched quivered - it wriggled - in the middle, a small hole appeared - it grew wider and wider - a second later they were facing an archway large enough even for Hagrid, an archway onto a cobbled street that twisted and turned out of sight.
You wont say no. Harry, obedience is a virtue I need to teach you before you die. Perhaps another little dose of pain. Voldemort raised his wand, but this time Harry was ready; with the reflexes born of his Quidditch training, he flung himself sideways onto the ground; he rolled behind the marble headstone of Voldemorts father, and he heard it crack as the https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/free/call-of-duty-black-ops-1-free-download-zombies.php missed him. We are not playing hide-and-seek, Harry, said Voldemorts soft, cold voice, drawing nearer, as the Death Eaters laughed. You cannot hide from me. Does this mean you are tired of our duel. Does this mean that you would prefer me to finish Building rooftop now, Harry. Come out, Harry. come out and play, then. it will be quick. it might even be painless. I would not know. I have never died. Harry crouched behind the headstone and knew the end had come. There was no hope. no help here be had. 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The Death Eaters were shouting; they were asking Voldemort for instructions; they were closing in, reforming the circle around Harry and Voldemort, the snake slithering at their heels, some of them drawing their wands - The golden thread connecting Harry and Voldemort splintered; though the wands remained connected, a thousand more beams arced high over Harry and Voldemort, crisscrossing all around them, until they were enclosed in a golden, dome-shaped web, a cage of light, beyond which the Death Eaters circled like jackals, their cries strangely muffled now. Do nothing. Voldemort shrieked to the Death Eaters, and Harry saw his red eyes wide with astonishment at what was happening, saw him fighting to break the thread of light still connecting his wand with Harrys; Harry held onto his wand more tightly, with both hands, and the golden thread remained unbroken. Do nothing unless I command you. Voldemort shouted to the Death Eaters. 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His wand began to vibrate more powerfully than ever. and now the beam between him and Voldemort changed too. it was as though large beads of light were sliding up and down the thread connecting the wands - Harry felt his wand give a shudder under his hand as the light beads began to slide slowly and steadily his way. The direction of the beams movement was now toward him, from Voldemort, and he felt his wand shudder angrily. As the closest bead of light moved nearer to Harrys wand-tip, the wood beneath his fingers grew so hot he feared it would burst into flame. The closer that bead moved, the harder Harrys wand vibrated; he was sure his wand would not survive contact with it; it felt as though it was about to shatter under his fingers - He concentrated every last particle of his mind upon forcing the bead back toward Voldemort, his ears article source of phoenix song, his eyes furious, fixed. and slowly, very slowly, the beads quivered to a halt, and then, just as slowly, they began to move the other way. and it was Voldemorts wand that was vibrating extra-hard now. Voldemort who looked astonished, and almost fearful. One of the beads of light was quivering, inches from the tip of Voldemorts wand. Harry didnt understand why he was doing it, didnt know what it might achieve. but he now concentrated as he had never done in his life on forcing that bead of light right back into Voldemorts wand. and slowly. very slowly. it moved along the golden thread. it trembled for a moment. and then it connected. 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Hold on, Harry, it said. Its voice was distant and echoing. Harry looked at Voldemort. his wide red eyes were still shocked. he had no more expected this than Harry had. and, very Building rooftop, Harry heard the frightened yells of the Death Eaters, prowling around the edges of the golden dome. More screams of pain from the wand. and then something else emerged from its tip. the dense shadow of a second head, quickly followed by arms and torso. an old man Harry had seen only in a dream was now pushing himself out of the end of the wand just as Cedric had done. and his ghost, or his shadow, or whatever it was, fell next to Cedrics, and surveyed Harry and Voldemort, and the golden web, and the connected wands, with mild surprise, leaning on his walking stick. He was a real wizard, then. the old man said, his eyes on Voldemort. Killed me, that one did. You fight him, boy. But already, yet another head was emerging. and this head, gray as a smoky statue, was a womans. Harry, both arms shaking now as he fought to keep his wand still, saw her drop to the ground and straighten up like the others, staring. The shadow of Bertha Jorkins surveyed the battle before her with wide eyes. Dont let go, now.
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