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Charlie was darning a fireproof balaclava. Harry was polishing his Firebolt, the broomstick gane kit Hermione had given him for his thirteenth birthday open at his feet. Fred and George were sitting in a far corner, quills out, talking in whispers, their heads bent over a piece of parchment. What are you two up to. said Mrs. Weasley sharply, her eyes on the twins. Homework, said Fred vaguely. Dont be ridiculous, youre still on holiday, said Mrs. Weasley. Yeah, weve left it a bit late, said George. Youre not by any chance writing out a new order form, are you. said Mrs. Weasley shrewdly. You wouldnt be thinking of re-starting Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, by any chance. Now, Mum, said Fred, looking up at her, a pained look on his face. If the Hogwarts Express crashed tomorrow, and George and I died, how would you feel to know that the last thing we ever heard from you was an unfounded accusation. Everyone laughed, even Mrs. Weasley. Oh your fathers coming. she said suddenly, looking up at the clock again. Weasleys hand had suddenly spun from work call of duty mw3 battle pass traveling; a second later it had shuddered to a halt on home with the others, and they heard him calling from the kitchen. Coming, Arthur. called Mrs. Weasley, hurrying out of the room. A few moments later, Mr. Weasley came into the warm living room carrying his dinner on a tray. He looked completely exhausted. Well, the fats really in the fire now, he told Mrs. Weasley as he sat down in an armchair near the hearth and kevi unenthusiastically with his somewhat shriveled cauliflower. Rita Skeeters been ferreting gane all week, looking for more Ministry mess-ups to report. And now shes found out about poor old Bertha going missing, so thatll be the headline in the Prophet tomorrow. I told Bagman he should have sent someone to look for her ages ago. Crouch has been saying it for weeks and weeks, said Percy swiftly. Crouch is very lucky Rita hasnt found out about Winky, said Mr. Weasley irritably. Thered be a weeks worth of headlines in his house-elf being caught holding the wand that conjured the Dark Mark. I thought we were all agreed that that elf, while irresponsible, did not conjure the Mark. said Percy hotly. If you ask me, Mr. Crouch is very lucky no one at the Daily Prophet knows how mean he is to elves. said Hermione angrily. Now look here, Hermione. said Percy. A high-ranking Ministry official like Mr. Crouch deserves unswerving obedience from his servants - His slave, you mean. said Hermione, her voice rising passionately, because he didnt pay Winky, did he. I think youd all better go upstairs and check that youve packed properly. said Mrs. Weasley, breaking up the argument. Come on now, all of you. Harry repacked his broomstick servicing kit, put his Firebolt over his shoulder, and went back upstairs with Ron. The rain sounded even louder at bacin top of the house, accompanied by loud whistlings and moans from the wind, not to mention sporadic howls from the ghoul who lived in the attic. Pigwidgeon began twittering and zooming around his cage when they entered. The sight of the half-packed trunks seemed to have sent him into a frenzy of excitement. Bung him some Owl Treats, said Ron, throwing a packet across to Harry. It might shut him up. Harry poked a few Owl Treats through the bars of Pigwidgeons cage, then turned to his trunk. Hedwigs cage stood next to it, still empty. Its been over a week, Harry said, looking at Hedwigs deserted perch. Ron, you dont reckon Sirius has been caught, do you. Nah, it wouldve been in the Daily Prophet, said Ron. Jf kevin bacon game Ministry would want to show theyd caught someone, wouldnt they. Yeah, I suppose. Look, heres the stuff Mum got for you in Diagon Alley. And shes got some gold out of your vault for you. and shes washed all your socks. He heaved a pile of parcels onto Harrys camp bed and dropped the money bag and a load of socks next to it. Harry started unwrapping the shopping. Apart from The Standard Book Jv Spells, Grade 4, by Miranda Goshawk, he had a handful of new quills, a dozen rolls of parchment, and refills for his potion-making kit - he had been Jf kevin bacon game gamd on spine of lionfish and essence of belladonna. He was just piling underwear into his cauldron when Ron made a loud noise of disgust behind him. What is that supposed to be. He was holding up something that looked to Harry kecin a long, maroon velvet dress. It had a moldy-looking lace frill at the collar and matching lace cuffs. There was a knock on the door, and Mrs. Weasley entered, carrying an armful of freshly laundered Hogwarts robes. Here you are, she said, sorting them into two piles. Now, mind you pack them properly so they dont crease. Mum, youve given me Ginnys new dress, said Ron, handing it out to her. Of course I havent, said Mrs. Weasley. Thats for you. Dress robes. What. said Ron, looking horror-struck. Dress robes. repeated Mrs. Weasley. It says on your school list that youre supposed to have dress robes this year. robes for formal occasions. Youve got to be kidding, said Ron in disbelief. Im not wearing that, no way. Everyone wears them, Ron. said Mrs. Weasley crossly. Theyre all like that. Your fathers got some for smart parties. Ill go starkers before I put that on, said Ron stubbornly. Dont be so silly, said Mrs. Weasley. Youve got to have dress robes, theyre on your list. I got some for Harry too. show him, Harry. In some trepidation, Harry opened the last parcel baocn his camp bed. It wasnt as bad as he had expected, however; his dress robes didnt have any lace on them at all - in fact, they were more or less the same as his school ones, except that they were bottle green instead of black. I thought theyd bring out the color of your eyes, dear, said Mrs. Weasley fondly. Well, theyre okay. said Ron angrily, looking at Harrys robes. Why couldnt I have some like that. Because. well, I had to get yours secondhand, and there wasnt a lot of choice. said Mrs. Weasley, flushing. Harry looked away. He would willingly have split all the money in his Gringotts vault with the Weasleys, but he knew they would never take it. Im never wearing them, Ron was saying stubbornly. Never. Fine, snapped Mrs. Weasley. Go naked. And, Harry, make sure you get a picture of him. Goodness knows I could do with a laugh. She left the room, slamming the door behind her. There was a funny spluttering noise from behind them. Pigwidgeon was choking on an overlarge Owl Treat. Why is everything I own rubbish. said Ron furiously, striding across the room to unstick Pigwidgeons beak. T CHAPTER ELEVEN ABOARD THE HOGWARTS EXPRESS here was a definite end-of-the-holidays gloom in the air when Harry awoke next morning. Heavy rain was still splattering against the window as he got dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt; they would change into link school robes on the Hogwarts Express. He, Ron, Fred, and George had just reached the first-floor landing on their way down to breakfast, when Mrs. Weasley appeared at the foot of the stairs, looking harassed. Arthur. she called up the staircase. Arthur. Urgent message from the Ministry. Harry flattened himself against the wall as Mr. Weasley came clattering past with his robes on back-to-front and hurtled out kwvin sight. When Harry and the others entered the kitchen, they saw Mrs. Weasley rummaging anxiously in the drawers - Ive bwcon a quill here somewhere. 4.3 plague strike counter zombie and Mr. Weasley bending over the fire, talking to - Harry shut his eyes hard and opened them again to make sure that they were working properly. Kein Diggorys head was sitting in the middle of the flames like a large, bearded egg. It was talking very fast, completely unperturbed by learn more here sparks flying around it Jf kevin bacon game the flames licking its ears. Muggle neighbors heard bangs and shouting, so they went and called those what-dyou-call-ems - please-men. Arthur, youve got to get over there - Here. said Mrs. Weasley breathlessly, pushing a piece of parchment, a bottle of ink, and a crumpled quill into Mr. Weasleys hands. - its a real stroke of luck I heard about it, said Mr. Diggorys head. I had to hame into the office early unblocked girls games pubg send a couple gxme owls, and I found the Improper Use of Magic lot all setting off - if Rita Skeeter gets hold of this one, Arthur - What does Mad-Eye say happened. asked Mr. Weasley, unscrewing the ink bottle, loading up his quill, and preparing to take notes. Diggorys head rolled its eyes. Says he heard an intruder in his yard. Says he was creeping toward the house, but was ambushed by his dustbins. What did the dustbins do. asked Mr. Weasley, scribbling frantically. Made one hell of a noise and fired rubbish everywhere, as far as I can tell, said Mr. Diggory. Apparently one of them was still rocketing around when the please-men turned up - Mr. Weasley groaned. And what about the intruder. Arthur, you know Mad-Eye, said Mr. Diggorys head, rolling hacon eyes again. Someone creeping into his yard in the dead of night. More likely theres a very shell-shocked cat wandering around somewhere, covered in potato peelings. But if the Improper Use of Magic lot get their hands on MadEye, hes had it - think of his record - weve got to get gsme off on a minor charge, something in your department - what are exploding dustbins worth. Might be a caution, said Mr. Weasley, still writing very fast, his brow furrowed. Mad-Eye didnt use his wand. He didnt actually attack anyone. Ill bet he leapt out of bed and started jinxing everything he could reach through the window, said Mr. Diggory, but theyll have a job proving it, there arent any casualties. All right, Im off, Mr. Weasley said, and he stuffed the parchment with his notes on it into his pocket and dashed out of the kitchen again. Diggorys head looked around at Mrs. Weasley. Sorry about this, Molly, it bqcon, more calmly, bothering you so early and everything. but Arthurs the only one who can get Mad-Eye off, and MadEyes supposed to be starting his new job today. Why he had to choose last night. Never mind, Amos, said Mrs. Weasley. Sure you wont have a bit of toast or anything before you go. Oh go on, then, said Mr. Diggory. Mrs. Weasley took a piece of buttered toast from a stack on the kitchen table, put it into the fire tongs, and transferred it into Mr. Diggorys mouth. Fanks, he said in tame muffled voice, and then, with a small pop, vanished. Harry could hear Mr. Weasley calling hurried good-byes to Bill, Charlie, Percy, and the girls. Within five minutes, he was back in the kitchen, his robes on the right way now, dragging a comb through his hair. Id better hurry - you have ,evin good term, boys, said Mr. Weasley to Harry, Ron, and the twins, fastening a cloak over his shoulders and preparing to Disapparate. Molly, are you going to be all right taking the kids to Kings Cross. Of course I will, she said. You just look after Mad-Eye, well be fine. As Mr. Weasley vanished, Bill and Charlie entered the kitchen. Did someone say Mad-Eye. Bill asked. Whats he been up to now. He says someone tried to break into his house last night, said Mrs. Weasley. Mad-Eye Moody. said George thoughtfully, spreading marmalade on his toast. Isnt he that nutter - Your father thinks very highly of Mad-Eye Moody, said Mrs. Kwvin sternly. Yeah, well, Dad collects plugs, doesnt he. said Fred quietly as Mrs. Weasley left the room. Birds of a feather. Moody was a great wizard in his time, said Bill. Hes an old friend of Dumbledores, isnt he. said Charlie. Dumbledores not what youd call normal, though, is he. said Fred. I mean, I know hes a hacon and everything. Who is Mad-Eye. asked Harry. Hes retired, used to work at the Ministry, said Charlie. I met him once when Dad took me in to work with him. He was an Kecin - one of the best. a Dark wizard catcher, he added, seeing Harrys blank look. Half the cells in Azkaban are full because of him. He made himself loads of enemies, though. the families of people he caught, mainly. and I heard hes been getting really paranoid in his old age. Doesnt trust anyone anymore. Sees Dark wizards everywhere. Bill and Charlie decided to come and see everyone off at Kings Cross station, but Percy, apologizing most profusely, said that he really needed to get to work. I just cant justify taking more time off at the moment, he told them. Crouch is really starting to rely on me. Yeah, you know what, Percy. said George seriously. I reckon hell know your name soon. Mrs. Weasley had braved the telephone in the village post office to order three ordinary Muggle taxis to take them into London. Arthur tried to borrow Ministry cars for us, Mrs. Weasley whispered to Harry as they stood in the rain-washed yard, watching the taxi drivers heaving six heavy Hogwarts trunks into their cars. But there werent any to spare. Oh dear, they dont look happy, do they. Harry didnt like to tell Mrs. Weasley that Muggle taxi drivers rarely transported overexcited owls, kvein Pigwidgeon was making an earsplitting racket. Nor did it help that a number of Filibusters Fabulous Wet-Start, NoHeat Fireworks went off unexpectedly when Freds trunk sprang open, causing the driver carrying it to yell with fright and pain as Crookshanks clawed his way up the mans leg. The journey was uncomfortable, owing to the fact that they were jammed in the back of the taxis with their trunks. Crookshanks took quite a while to recover from the fireworks, and by the time they entered London, Harry, Ron, and Hermione were all severely scratched. They were very relieved to get out at Kings Cross, even though the rain was coming down harder than ever, and they got soaked carrying their trunks across the busy road and into the station. Harry was used to getting onto platform nine and three-quarters by now. It was a simple matter of walking straight through the apparently solid barrier dividing platforms nine and ten. Ievin only tricky part was doing this in an unobtrusive way, so as to avoid attracting Muggle attention. They did it in groups today; Harry, Ron, and Hermione keviin most conspicuous, since they were accompanied by Pigwidgeon and Crookshanks) went first; they leaned casually against the barrier, chatting unconcernedly, and slid sideways through it. and as they did so, platform nine and three-quarters materialized in front of them. The Hogwarts Express, a gleaming scarlet steam engine, was already there, clouds of steam billowing from it, through which the many Hogwarts students and parents on the platform appeared like dark ghosts. Pigwidgeon became noisier than ever in response to the hooting of many owls through the mist. Harry, Ron, and Hermione set off to find seats, and were soon stowing their luggage in a compartment halfway along the train. They then hopped back down onto the platform gane say good-bye to ,evin. Weasley, Bill, and Charlie. Strike xbox dlc counter might be seeing you all sooner than you think, said Charlie, grinning, as he hugged Ginny good-bye. Why. said Fred keenly. Youll see, said Charlie. Just dont tell Percy I mentioned it. its classified information, until such time as the Ministry sees fit to release it, after all. Yeah, I sort of wish I were back at Hogwarts this year, said Gamd, hands in his pockets, looking almost wistfully at the train. Why. said George impatiently. Youre going to have an interesting year, said Bill, his eyes twinkling. I might even get time off to come and watch a bit of it. A bit of what. said Ron. But at that moment, the whistle blew, and Mrs.

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