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Fudge shouted, banging his fist on the judges bench and upsetting a bottle of ink. And you very kindly did not press charges on steaam occasion, accepting, I presume, that even the best wizards cannot always control their emotions, said Dumbledore calmly, as Please click for source attempted to scrub the ink off his notes. And I havent even started on what he gets up to at trajns - - but as the Ministry has no authority to punish Hogwarts students for misdemeanors at school, Harrys behavior there is not relevant to this inquiry, said Dumbledore, politely as ever, but now with a suggestion of coolness behind his words. Oho. said Fudge. Not our business what he does at school, eh. You think so. The Ministry does not have the power Mino expel Hogwarts students, Cornelius, as I reminded you on the night of the second of August, said Dumbledore. Nor does it have the right to confiscate wands until charges have been successfully proven, again, as I reminded you on the night of the second of August. In your admirable haste to ensure that the law is upheld, you appear, inadvertently I am sure, to have overlooked a few laws yourself. Laws can be changed, ne Fudge savagely. Of course they can, said Dumbledore, inclining his head. And you certainly seem to be making many changes, Cornelius. Why, in the few short weeks since I was asked to leave the Wizengamot, it has already become the practice to hold a full criminal trial to deal with a simple matter of underage magic. A few of the wizards above them shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Fudge turned a slightly deeper shade of puce. The toadlike witch on his right, however, merely gazed at Dumbledore, her face quite expressionless. As far as I am aware, however, Dumbledore continued, there is no law yet in place that says this courts job is to punish Harry for every bit of magic he has ever performed. He has been charged with a specific offense and he has presented his newr. All he and I can do now is to await your verdict. Dumbledore put his fingertips together again and said no more. Fudge glared at him, evidently incensed. Harry glanced sideways at Dumbledore, seeking reassurance; he was not at all sure that Dumbledore was right in telling the Wizengamot, in effect, that it was about time they made a decision. Again, however, Dumbledore seemed oblivious to Harrys attempt to catch his eye. He continued to look up at the benches where the entire Wizengamot had fallen into urgent, whispered conversations. Harry looked at his feet. His heart, which seemed to have swollen to an unnatural size, was thumping loudly tai rar game pubg download his ribs. He had expected the hearing to last longer than this. He was not at all sure that he had made a good impression. He had not really said very much. He ought to have explained more fully about the dementors, about how he had fallen over, about how both he and Dudley had nearly been kissed. Twice he looked up at Fudge and opened his mouth to traihs, but his swollen heart was now constricting his air passages and both times he merely took a deep breath and looked back at his shoes. Then the whispering stopped. Harry wanted to look up at the judges, but found that it was really much, much easier to keep examining his laces. Those in favor of clearing the accused of all charges. said Madam Boness booming voice. Harrys head jerked upward. There were hands in the air, many of them. more than half. Breathing very fast, he tried to count, but before he could finish Madam Bones had said, And those in favor of conviction. Fudge raised his hand; so did half a dozen others, including the witch on his right and the heavily mustached wizard and the frizzy-haired witch in the second row. Fudge glanced around at them all, looking as though there was something large stuck in his throat, then lowered his own hand. Zteam took two deep breaths and then said, in a voice distorted by suppressed rage, Very well, very well. cleared of all charges. Excellent, said Dumbledore briskly, springing to his feet, pulling out his wand, and causing the two chintz armchairs to vanish. Well, I must be getting along. Good day to you all. And without looking once at Harry, he swept from the dungeon. D CHAPTER NINE THE WOES OF MRS. WEASLEY umbledores abrupt departure took Harry completely by surprise. He remained sitting where he was in the chained chair, struggling with his feelings of shock ateam relief. The Wizengamot were all getting to their feet, talking, and gathering up their papers and packing them away. Harry stood up. Nobody seemed to be paying him the slightest bit of attention except the toadlike witch on Fudges right, who was now gazing down at him instead of at Dumbledore. Ignoring her, he tried to catch Fudges trainns, or Madam Boness, wanting to ask whether he was free to go, but Fudge seemed quite determined not to notice Harry, and Madam Bones was busy with her briefcase, so he took a few tentative steps toward the exit and when nobody called him back, broke into a very fast walk. He took the last few steps at a run, wrenched open the door, and almost collided with Mr. Weasley, who was standing right outside, looking pale and apprehensive. Dumbledore didnt say - Cleared, Harry ndar, pulling the door closed behind him, of all charges. Beaming, Mr. Weasley seized Harry by the shoulders. Harry, thats wonderful. Well, of course, they couldnt have found you guilty, not on the evidence, but even so, I cant pretend I wasnt - But Mr. Weasley broke off, because the courtroom door had just opened again. The Wizengamot were filing out. Merlins beard, said Mr. Weasley wonderingly, pulling Harry aside to let them all pass, you were tried by the full court. I think so, said Harry quietly. One or two of the passing wizards nodded to Harry as they passed and a few, including Madam Bones, said, Morning, Arthur, to Mr. Weasley, but most averted their eyes. Cornelius Fudge and the toadlike witch were almost the last to leave the dungeon. Fudge acted as though Mr. Weasley and Harry were part of the wall, but again, the witch looked stam appraisingly at Harry as she passed. Last of all to pass was Percy. Like Fudge, he completely ignored his father and Harry; he marched past clutching a large roll of parchment and a handful of spare quills, his back rigid and his nose in the air. The lines around Mr. Weasleys mouth tightened slightly, but other than this he gave no sign that he had noticed his third son. Im trainz to take you straight back so you can tell the others the good news, he said, beckoning Harry forward as Percys heels disappeared up the stairs to the ninth level. Ill drop you off on the way to that toilet in Bethnal Green. Come on. So what will you have to call of duty warzone download pc indonesia about the toilet. Harry asked, grinning. Everything suddenly seemed five times funnier than usual. It was starting to sink in: He Miin cleared, he was going back to Hogwarts. Oh, its a simple enough anti-jinx, said Mr. Weasley as they mounted the stairs, but its not so much having to repair the damage, its more the attitude behind the vandalism, Harry. Muggle-baiting might strike some wizards as funny, but its an expression of something much deeper and nastier, and I for one - Mr. Weasley broke off in mid-sentence. They had just reached the ninthlevel corridor, and Cornelius Fudge was standing a few feet away from them, talking quietly to a tall man with sleek trainss hair and a pointed, pale face. The second man turned at the sound of their footsteps. He too broke off in mid-conversation, his cold gray eyes narrowed and fixed upon Harrys face. Well, well, well. Patronus Potter, said Lucius Malfoy coolly. Harry felt winded, as though he had just walked into something heavy. He had last seen those cool gray eyes through slits in a Death Eaters hood, and last heard that mans voice jeering in a dark graveyard while Lord Voldemort tortured him. He could not believe that Lucius Malfoy dared look him in the face; he could not believe that he was here, in the Ministry of Magic, or that Cornelius Fudge was talking to him, when Harry had told Fudge mere weeks ago that Malfoy was a Death Eater. The Minister was just telling me about your lucky escape, Potter, drawled Mr. Malfoy. Quite astonishing, the way you continue to wriggle out of very tight holes. Snakelike, in fact. Weasley gripped Harrys shoulder in warning. Yeah, said Harry, yeah, Im good at escaping. Lucius Malfoy raised his eyes to Mr. Weasleys face. And Arthur Weasley too. What are you doing here, Arthur. I work here, said Mr. Weasley shortly. Not here, surely. said Mr. Malfoy, raising his eyebrows and glancing toward the door over Mr. Weasleys shoulder. I thought you were up on the second floor. Dont you do something that involves sneaking Muggle artifacts home and bewitching them. No, said Mr. Weasley curtly, his fingers now biting into Harrys shoulder. What are you doing here anyway. Harry asked Lucius Mimi. I dont think private matters between myself wteam the Minister are any concern of yours, Potter, said Malfoy, smoothing the front of his robes; Harry grains heard the gentle clinking of what sounded like a full pocket of gold. Really, just Mini steam trains near me you are Dumbledores favorite boy, you must not expect the same indulgence from the rest of us. Shall we go up to your office, then, Minister. Certainly, said Fudge, turning his back on Harry and Mr. Weasley. This way, Lucius. They strode off together, talking in low voices. Weasley did not let go of Harrys shoulder until they had disappeared into the lift. Why wasnt he waiting outside Fudges office if theyve got business to do together. Harry burst out furiously. What was he doing down here. Trying to sneak down to the courtroom, if you ask me, said Mr. Weasley, looking extremely agitated as he glanced over his shoulder as though making sure they could not be overheard. Trying to find out whether youd been expelled or not. Ill leave a note for Dumbledore when I drop trajns off, he ought to know Malfoys been talking to Fudge again. What private business have they got together anyway. Gold, I expect, said Mr. Weasley angrily. Malfoys been giving generously to all sorts je things for years. Gets him in with the right people. then he can ask favors. delay laws he doesnt want passed. Oh, hes very well connected, Lucius Malfoy. The lift arrived; it was stean except for a flock of memos that flapped around Mr. Weasleys head as he pressed the button for the Atrium and the doors clanged shut; he waved them away irritably. Weasley, said Harry slowly, if Fudge is meeting Death Eaters like Malfoy, if hes seeing them alone, how do we know they havent put the Imperius Curse on him. Dont think dteam hadnt occurred to us, Harry, muttered Mr. Weasley. But Dumbledore thinks Fudge is acting of his own wteam at the moment - which, as Dumbledore says, is not a lot of comfort. Best not talk about it anymore just now, Harry. The doors slid open and they stepped out into the now almost-deserted Atrium. Eric the security man was hidden behind his Available than 15mb counter strike Prophet again. They had walked straight past the golden fountain before Harry remembered. Wait. he told Mr. Weasley, and pulling his money bag from his pocket, he turned back to the fountain. He looked up into the handsome wizards face, but up close, Harry thought he looked rather weak and foolish. The witch was wearing a vapid smile like a beauty contestant, and from what Harry knew of goblins and centaurs, they were most unlikely to be caught staring this soppily at humans of any description. Only the house-elfs attitude of creeping servility looked convincing. With a grin at the thought of what Hermione would say if she could see the statue of the elf, Harry turned his money bag upside down and emptied not just ten Galleons, but the whole contents into the pool at the statues feet. I knew it. yelled Ron, punching the air. You always get away with stuff. They were bound to clear you, said Hermione, who had looked positively faint with steamm when Harry had entered the kitchen and was now holding a shaking hand over her eyes. There was no case against you, none at all. Everyone seems quite relieved, though, considering they hrains knew Id get off, said Harry, smiling. Mrs. Weasley was wiping her face on her apron, and Fred, George, and Ginny were doing a kind of war dance to a chant that went He got off, he got off, he got off - Thats enough, settle down. shouted Mr. Weasley, though he too was smiling. Listen, Sirius, Lucius Malfoy was at the Ministry - What. said Sirius sharply. He got off, he got off, he got off - Be quiet, you three. Yes, we saw him talking to Fudge on level nine, then they went up to Fudges office together. Dumbledore ought to know. Absolutely, said Sirius. Well tell him, dont worry. Well, Id better get going, theres a vomiting go here in Bethnal Green waiting for me. Molly, Ill be late, Im covering for Tonks, but Kingsley might be dropping in for dinner - He got off, he got off, he got off - Thats enough - Fred - George - Ginny. said Mrs. Weasley, as Mr. Weasley left the kitchen. Harry dear, come and sit down, have some lunch, you hardly ate breakfast. Ron and Hermione sat themselves down opposite him looking happier than they had done since he had first arrived at number twelve, Grimmauld Place, and Harrys feeling of giddy relief, which had been somewhat dented by his encounter with Lucius Malfoy, swelled again. The gloomy house seemed warmer and more welcoming all of a sudden; even Kreacher looked less ugly as he poked his snoutlike nose into the kitchen to investigate the source of all the noise. Course, once Dumbledore turned up on your side, there was no way they were going to convict you, said Ron happily, now dishing great mounds of mashed potatoes onto everyones plates. Yeah, he swung it for me, said Harry. 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Harry, Ron, and Hermione followed the rest of the school along the platform and out onto a rough mud track, where at least a hundred stagecoaches awaited the remaining students, each pulled, Harry could only assume, by an invisible horse, because when they climbed inside and shut the door, the coach set off all by itself, bumping and swaying in procession. The coach smelled faintly of mold and straw. Harry felt better since the chocolate, but still weak. Ron and Hermione kept looking at him sideways, as though frightened he might collapse again. As the carriage trundled toward a pair of magnificent wrought iron gates, flanked with stone columns topped with winged boars, Click here saw two more towering, hooded dementors, standing guard on either side. A wave of cold sickness threatened to engulf him again; he leaned back into the lumpy seat and closed his eyes until they had passed the gates. The carriage picked up speed here the long, sloping drive up to the castle; Hermione was leaning out of the tiny window, watching the many turrets and towers draw nearer. At last, the Steam problems loading swayed to a halt, and Hermione and Ron see more out. As Harry stepped down, a drawling, delighted voice sounded in his ear. You fainted, Potter. Is Longbottom telling the truth. You actually fainted. Malfoy elbowed past Hermione to block Harrys way up the stone steps to the castle, his face gleeful and his pale eyes glinting maliciously. Shove off, Malfoy, said Ron, whose jaw was clenched. Did you faint as well, Weasley. said Malfoy loudly. Did the scary old dementor frighten you too, Weasley. Is there a problem. said a mild voice. Professor Lupin had just gotten out of the next carriage. Malfoy gave Professor Lupin an insolent stare, which took in the patches on his robes and the dilapidated suitcase. With a tiny hint of sarcasm in his voice, he said, Oh, no - er - Professor, then he smirked at Crabbe and Goyle and led Steam problems loading up the steps into the castle. Hermione prodded Ron in the back to make him hurry, and the three of them joined the crowd Steam problems loading up the steps, through the giant oak front doors, into the cavernous entrance hall, which was lit with flaming torches, and housed a magnificent marble staircase that led to the upper floors. The door into the Great Hall stood open at the right; Harry followed the crowd toward it, but had barely glimpsed the enchanted ceiling, which was black and cloudy tonight, when a voice called, Potter. Granger. I want to see you both. Harry and Hermione turned around, surprised. Professor McGonagall, Transfiguration teacher and head of Gryffindor House, was calling over the heads of Steam problems loading crowd. 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He had to wait only a few minutes; then Hermione emerged looking very happy about something, followed by Professor McGonagall, and the three of them made their way back down the marble staircase to the Great Hall. It was a sea of pointed black hats; each of the long House tables was lined with students, their faces glimmering by the light of thousands of candles, which were floating over the tables in midair. Professor Flitwick, who was a tiny little wizard with a shock of white hair, was carrying an ancient hat and a four-legged stool out of the hall. Oh, said Hermione softly, weve missed the Visit web page. New students check this out Hogwarts were sorted into Houses by trying on the Sorting Hat, which shouted out the House they were best suited to (Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, Hufflepuff, or Slytherin). Professor McGonagall strode off toward her empty seat at the staff table, and Harry and Hermione set off in the other direction, as quietly as possible, toward the Gryffindor table.
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