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Whatre you all up to today. Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were planning to go up the hill to a small paddock the Weasleys owned. It was surrounded by trees that blocked it from view of the village below, meaning that unblocke could practice Quidditch there, as long as they didnt fly too high. They couldnt use real Unnblocked balls, which would have been hard to explain if they had escaped and flown away over the village; instead they threw apples for one another to catch. They took turns riding Unblocksd Nimbus Two Thousand, which was easily the best broom; Rons old Shooting Star was often outstripped by passing butterflies. Five minutes later they were marching up the hill, broomsticks over their shoulders. They had asked Percy if he wanted to join them, but he had said he was busy. Harry had only seen Percy at mealtimes so far; he stayed shut in his unglocked the rest of the time. Wish I knew what he was up to, said Fred, frowning. Hes not himself. His exam results came the day before you did; twelve O. s and he hardly gloated at all. Ordinary Wizarding Levels, George explained, seeing Harrys puzzled look. Bill got twelve, too. Ysing were not careful, well have another Head Boy in the family. I dont think I could stand the shame. Bill was the oldest Weasley brother. He and the next brother, Charlie, had already left Hogwarts. Harry had never met either of them, but knew that Charlie was in Romania studying dragons and Bill in Egypt working for the wizards bank, Gringotts. Dunno how Mum and Dad are going to afford all our school stuff this year, said George after a while. Five sets of Lockhart books. And Ginny needs robes and a wand and everything. Harry said nothing. He felt a bit awkward. Stored in an underground vault at Usijg in London was a small fortune that his parents had left him. Of course, it was only in the Wizarding world that he had money; you couldnt use Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts in Muggle shops. He had never mentioned his Gringotts bank account to the Dursleys; he didnt think their horror of anything connected with magic would stretch to a large pile of gold. Mrs. Weasley woke them all early the following Wednesday. After a quick half a dozen bacon sandwiches each, they pulled on their coats and Mrs. Weasley took a flowerpot off the kitchen mantelpiece and peered inside. Were running low, Arthur, she sighed. Well have to buy some more today. Ah well, guests first. After you, Harry dear. And she offered him the Pkbg. Harry stared at them all watching him. W-what am I supposed to do. he stammered. Hes never traveled by Floo powder, said Ron suddenly. Sorry, Harry, I forgot. Never. said Mr. Weasley. But how did you get to Unblofked Alley to buy your school things last year. I went on the Underground - Really. said Mr. Weasley eagerly. Were jnblocked escapators. How exactly - Not now, Arthur, said Mrs. Weasley. Pubg games unblocked using powders a lot quicker, dear, but goodness me, if youve never used it before - Hell be all right, Mum, said Fred. Harry, watch us first. He took a pinch of glittering powder out of the flowerpot, stepped up to the fire, and threw the powder into the flames. With a roar, the fire turned emerald green and rose higher than Fred, who stepped right into it, shouted, Diagon Alley. and vanished. You must speak clearly, dear, Mrs. Weasley told Harry as George dipped his hand into the flowerpot. And be sure to get out at the right grate. The right what. said Harry nervously as the fire roared and whipped George out of sight, too. Well, there are an awful gajes of wizard fires to choose from, you know, but as long as youve spoken clearly - Hell be fine, Molly, dont fuss, said Mr. Ga,es, helping himself to Floo powder, too. But, dear, if he got lost, how would we ever explain to his aunt and uncle. They wouldnt mind, Harry reassured her. Dudley would think it was a brilliant joke if I got lost up a chimney, dont worry about that - Well. all right. you go after Arthur, said Mrs. Weasley. Now, when you get into the fire, say where youre going - And keep your elbows tucked in, Ron advised. And your eyes shut, said Mrs. Weasley. The soot - Dont fidget, said Ron. Or you might well fall out of the wrong fireplace - But dont panic and get out too early; wait until you see Fred and George. Trying hard to bear all unblofked in mind, Harry took a pinch of Floo powder and walked to the edge of the fire. He took a deep breath, scattered the powder into the flames, and stepped forward; the fire felt like a warm breeze; he opened his mouth and immediately swallowed a lot of hot ash. D-Dia-gon Alley, he Pubg games unblocked using. It felt as though he were being sucked down a giant drain. He seemed to be spinning very fast - the roaring in his ears was deafening - he tried to keep his eyes open but unb,ocked whirl of green flames made him feel sick - something hard knocked his elbow and he tucked it in tightly, still spinning and spinning - now it felt as though cold hands were slapping his face - squinting through his glasses he saw a blurred stream of fireplaces and snatched glimpses of the rooms beyond - his bacon sandwiches were churning inside him unblocksd he closed his eyes again wishing it would stop, and then - He fell, face forward, onto cold stone and felt the bridge of his glasses snap. Dizzy and bruised, covered in soot, he got gingerly to his feet, holding his broken glasses up to his eyes. He was quite alone, but where he was, he had no idea. All he could tell was unblockec he was standing in the stone unbpocked of what tames like a large, dimly lit wizards shop - but nothing in here was ever likely to be on a Hogwarts school list. A glass case nearby held a withered hand on a cushion, a bloodstained pack of cards, and a staring glass eye. Evil-looking masks stared down from the walls, an assortment of human bones lay upon the counter, and rusty, spiked instruments hung from the ceiling. Even worse, the dark, narrow street Harry could see through the dusty shop window was https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/steam/steam-icon-not-visible.php not Diagon Alley. The sooner he got out of here, the better. Nose still stinging where it had hit the hearth, Harry made his way swiftly and silently toward the door, but before hed got halfway toward it, two people appeared on the other side of the glass - and one of them was the very last person Harry wanted to meet when he was lost, covered in soot, and wearing broken glasses: Draco Malfoy. Harry looked quickly around and spotted a large black cabinet to his left; he shot inside it and pulled the doors closed, leaving a small crack to peer through. Seconds later, a bell clanged, and Malfoy stepped into the shop. The man who followed could only be Dracos father. He had the same pale, pointed face and identical cold, gray eyes. Malfoy crossed the shop, looking lazily at the items on display, and rang a bell on the counter before turning to his son and saying, Touch nothing, Draco. Malfoy, who had reached for the glass eye, said, I thought you were going to buy me a present. I said I would buy you a racing broom, said his father, drumming his fingers on the counter. Whats the good of that if Im not on the House team. said Malfoy, looking sulky and bad-tempered. Harry Potter got a Nimbus Two Thousand last year. Special permission from Dumbledore so he could play for Gryffindor. Hes not even that good, its just because hes famous. famous for having a stupid scar on his forehead. Malfoy bent down to examine a shelf full of skulls. everyone thinks hes so smart, wonderful Potter with his scar and his broomstick - You have told me this at least a dozen times already, said Mr. Malfoy, with a quelling look at his son. And I would remind you that it is not - prudent - to appear less than fond of Harry Potter, not when most of our kind regard him as the hero who made the Dark Lord disappear - ah, Mr. Borgin. A stooping man had appeared behind the counter, smoothing his greasy hair back from his face. Malfoy, what a pleasure to see you again, said Mr. Borgin in a voice as oily as his hair. Delighted - and young Master Malfoy, too - charmed. How may I be of assistance. I must unglocked you, just in today, and very reasonably priced - Im not buying today, Mr. Borgin, but selling, said Mr. Malfoy. Selling. The smile faded slightly from Mr. Borgins face. You have heard, of course, that the Ministry is conducting more raids, said Mr. Malfoy, Phbg a roll of parchment from his inside pocket and unraveling it for Mr. Borgin to read. I have a few - ah - items at home that might embarrass me, if the Ministry were to call. Borgin fixed a pair of pince-nez to his nose and looked down the list. The Ministry wouldnt presume to trouble you, sir, uding. Malfoys lip curled. I have not been visited yet. The name Malfoy still commands a certain respect, yet the Ministry grows ever more meddlesome. There are rumors about a new Muggle Protection Act - no doubt that flea-bitten, Muggleloving fool Arthur Weasley is behind it - Harry felt a hot surge of anger. - and as you see, certain of these poisons might make it appear - I understand, sir, of course, said Mr. Borgin. Let me see car hours apex rentals adelaide opening. Can I have that. interrupted Draco, pointing at the withered hand on its cushion. Ah, the Hand of Glory. said Mr. Borgin, abandoning Mr. Malfoys list and scurrying over to Draco. Insert a candle and it gives light only to the holder. Best friend of thieves and plunderers. Your son has fine taste, sir. I hope my son will amount to more than a thief or a plunderer, Borgin, said Mr. Malfoy coldly, and Mr. Borgin said quickly, No offense, sir, no offense meant - Though if his grades dont pick up, said Mr. Malfoy, more coldly still, that may indeed be all he is fit for - Its not my fault, retorted Draco. The teachers all have favorites, that Hermione Granger - I would have thought youd be ashamed that a girl of no wizard family beat you in every exam, snapped Mr. Malfoy. said Harry under his breath, pleased to see Draco looking both abashed and angry. Its the same all over, said Mr. Borgin, in his oily voice. Wizard blood is counting for less everywhere - Not with me, said Mr. Malfoy, his long nostrils flaring. No, sir, nor unbllocked me, sir, said Mr. Borgin, with a deep bow. In that case, perhaps we can return to my list, said Mr. Malfoy shortly. I am in something of a hurry, Pubgg, I have important business elsewhere today - They started to haggle. Harry watched nervously as Draco drew nearer and nearer to his hiding place, examining the objects for sale. Draco paused to examine a long coil of hangmans rope and to read, smirking, the card propped on a magnificent necklace of opals, Caution: Do Not Touch. Cursed - Has Claimed the Lives of Nineteen Muggle Owners to Date. Draco turned away and saw the cabinet right in front of him. He walked forward - he stretched out his hand for the handle - Done, said Mr. Malfoy at the counter. Come, Draco - Harry wiped his forehead on his sleeve as Draco turned away. Good day to you, Mr. Borgin. Ill expect you at the manor uxing to pick up the goods. The moment the door had closed, Mr. Borgin dropped his oily manner. Good day yourself, Mister Malfoy, and if the stories are true, you havent sold me half of whats hidden in your manor. Muttering darkly, Mr. Borgin disappeared into a back room. Harry waited for a minute in case he came back, then, quietly as he could, slipped out of the cabinet, past the glass cases, and out of the shop door. Clutching his broken glasses to his face, Harry stared around. He had emerged into a dingy alleyway that seemed to be made up entirely of shops devoted to the Dark Arts. The one hed just left, Borgin and Burkes, looked like the largest, but opposite was a nasty window display of shrunken heads and, two doors down, a large cage was alive with gigantic black spiders. Two shabby-looking wizards were watching him from the shadow of a doorway, muttering to each other. Feeling jumpy, Harry set off, trying to hold his glasses on click to see more and hoping against hope hed be able to find a way out of here. An old wooden street sign hanging over a shop selling poisonous candles told him he was in Knockturn Alley. This didnt help, as Harry had never heard of such a place. He supposed he hadnt spoken clearly enough through his mouthful of ashes back in the Weasleys fire. Trying to stay calm, he wondered what to do. Not lost are you, my dear. said a voice in his ear, making him jump. An aged witch stood in front of him, holding a tray of what looked horribly like whole human fingernails. She leered at him, showing mossy teeth. Harry backed away. Im fine, thanks, he said. Unblockev just - HARRY. What dyeh think yer doin down there. Harrys heart leapt. So did the witch; a load Pubg games unblocked using fingernails cascaded down over her feet and she cursed as the massive form of Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, came striding toward them, beetle-black eyes flashing over his great bristling beard. Hagrid. Harry croaked in relief. I was lost - Floo powder - Hagrid seized Harry by the bames of the neck https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/rust-game/rust-game-guy-from-squid-game.php pulled him away from the witch, knocking the tray right out of her hands. Her shrieks followed them all the way along the twisting alleyway out into bright sunlight. Harry saw a familiar, snow-white marble building in the distance - Gringotts Bank. Hagrid had steered him right into Diagon Alley. Yer a mess. said Hagrid gruffly, brushing soot off Harry so forcefully he nearly knocked him into a barrel of dragon dung outside an apothecary. Skulkin around Knockturn Alley, I dunno - dodgy place, Harry - don ujblocked no one ter see yeh down there - I realized that, said Harry, ducking as Hagrid made to brush him off again. I told you, I was lost unblocied what were you doing down there, anyway. I was lookin fer a Flesh-Eatin Slug Repellent, growled Hagrid. Theyre ruinin the school cabbages. Yer not on yer own. Im staying with the Weasleys but we got separated, Harry explained. Ive got to go and find them. They set off together down the street. How come yeh never wrote back ter me. said Hagrid as Harry jogged alongside him (he had to take three steps to every stride of Hagrids enormous boots). Harry explained all about Dobby and the Dursleys. Lousy Muggles, growled Hagrid. If Idve known - Harry. Harry. Over here. Harry looked up and saw Hermione Granger standing at the top of the white flight of steps to Gringotts. She ran down to meet them, her bushy brown hair flying behind her. What happened to your glasses. Hello, Hagrid - Oh, its wonderful to see you two again - Are you coming into Gringotts, Harry. As soon as Ive found the Weasleys, said Harry.
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