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But - Itll be my fault Fred and George left, you wait, said Ron darkly. Shell say I shouldve stopped them leaving, I shouldve grabbed the ends of their brooms and hung on or something. Yeah, itll be all my fault bladepoint unsinkable naga naraka. Well, if she does say that itll be very unfair, you couldnt have done anything. But Im sure she wont, I mean, if its really true theyve got premises in Diagon Alley now, they must have been planning this for ages. Yeah, but thats another thing, how did they get premises. said Ron, hitting his teacup so hard with his wand that its legs collapsed again and it lay twitching before him. Its a bit dodgy, isnt it. Theyll need loads of Galleons to afford the rent on a place in Diagon Alley, shell want to know what theyve been up to, to get their hands on that sort of gold. Well, yes, that occurred to me too, said Hermione, allowing her teacup to jog in neat little circles around Harrys, whose stubby little legs were still unable to touch the desktop. Ive been wondering whether Mundungus has persuaded them to sell stolen goods or something awful. He hasnt, said Harry curtly. How do you know. said Ron and Hermione together. Because - Harry hesitated, but the moment to confess finally seemed to have come. There was no good to be gained in keeping silent if it meant anyone suspected that Fred and George were criminals. Because they got the gold from me. I gave them my Triwizard winnings last June. There was a shocked silence, then Hermiones teacup jogged right over the edge of the desk and smashed on the floor. Oh, Harry, you didnt. she said. Yes, I did, said Harry mutinously. And I dont regret it either - I didnt need the gold, and theyll be great at a joke shop. But this is excellent. said Ron, looking thrilled. Its all your fault, Harry - Go here cant blame me at all. Can I tell her. Yeah, I suppose youd better, said Harry dully. Specially if she thinks theyre receiving stolen cauldrons or something. Hermione said nothing at all for the rest of the lesson, but Harry had a shrewd suspicion that her self-restraint was bound to crack before long. Sure enough, once they had left the castle for break and were standing around in the weak May sunshine, she fixed Harry with a beady eye and opened her mouth with a determined air. Harry interrupted her before she had even device steam handheld gaming. Its no good nagging me, its done, he said firmly. Fred and George have got the gold - spent a good bit of it too, by the sounds of it - and I cant get it back from them and I dont want to. So save your breath, Hermione. I wasnt going to say anything about Fred and George. she said in an injured voice. Ron snorted disbelievingly and Hermione threw him a very dirty look. No, I wasnt. she said angrily. As a matter of fact, I was going to ask Harry when hes going to go back to Snape and ask for Occlumency lessons again. Harrys heart sank. Once they had exhausted the subject of Fred and Georges dramatic departure, which admittedly had taken many hours, Ron and Hermione had wanted to hear news of Sirius. As Harry had not source in them the reason he had wanted to talk to Sirius in the first place, it had been hard to think of things to tell them. He had ended up saying to them truthfully that Sirius wanted Harry to resume Occlumency lessons. He had been regretting this ever since; Hermione would not let the subject drop and kept reverting to it when Harry least expected it. You cant tell me youve stopped having funny dreams, Hermione said now, because Ron told me last night you were muttering in your sleep again. Harry threw Ron a furious look. Ron had the grace to look ashamed of himself. You were only muttering a bit, he mumbled apologetically. Something about just a bit farther. I dreamed I was watching you lot play Quidditch, Harry lied brutally. I was trying to get you to stretch out a bit farther to grab the Quaffle. Rons ears went red. Harry felt a kind of vindictive pleasure: He had not, of course, dreamed anything of the sort. Last night he had once again made the journey along the Department of Mysteries corridor. He had passed through the circular room, then the room full of clicking and dancing light, until he found himself again inside that cavernous room full of shelves on which were ranged dusty glass spheres. He had hurried straight toward row number ninety-seven, turned left, and ran along it. It had probably been then that he had spoken aloud. Just a bit bobo pubg hd jonni tdm. for he could feel his conscious self struggling to wake. and before he had reached the end of the row, he had found himself lying in bed again, gazing up at the canopy of his four-poster. You are trying to block your mind, arent you. said Hermione, looking beadily at Harry. You are keeping going with your Occlumency. Of course I am, said Harry, trying to sound as though this question was insulting, but not quite meeting her eye. The truth was that he was so intensely curious about what was hidden in that room full of dusty orbs that he was quite keen for the dreams to continue. The problem was that with just under a month to go until the exams and every free moment devoted to studying, his mind seemed saturated with information when he went to bed so that he found it very difficult to get to sleep at all. When he did, his overwrought brain presented him most nights with stupid dreams about the exams. He also suspected that part of his mind - the part that often spoke in Hermiones voice - now felt guilty on the occasions it strayed down that corridor ending in the black door, and sought to wake him before he could reach journeys end. You know, said Ron, whose ears were still flaming red, if Montague doesnt recover before Slytherin play Hufflepuff, we might be in with a chance of winning the Cup. Yeah, I spose so, said Harry, glad of a change of subject. I mean, weve won one, lost one - if Slytherin lose to Hufflepuff next Saturday - Yeah, thats right, said Harry, losing track of what he was agreeing to: Cho Chang had just walked across the courtyard, determinedly not looking at him. The final match of the Quidditch season, Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw, was to take place on the last weekend of May. Although Slytherin had been narrowly defeated by Hufflepuff in their last match, Gryffindor was not daring to hope for victory, due mainly (though of course nobody said it to him) to Rons abysmal goalkeeping record. He, however, seemed to have found a new optimism. I mean, I cant get any worse, can I. he told Harry and Hermione grimly over Steam link quest 1 on the morning of the match. Nothing to lose now, is there. You know, said Hermione, as she and Harry walked down to the pitch a little later in the midst of a very excitable crowd, I think Ron might do better without Fred and George around. They never exactly gave him a lot of confidence. Luna Lovegood overtook them with what appeared to be a live eagle perched on top of her head. Oh gosh, I forgot. said Hermione, watching the eagle flapping its wings as Luna walked serenely past a group of cackling and pointing Slytherins. Cho will be playing, wont she. Harry, who had not forgotten this, merely grunted. They found seats in the second to topmost row of the stands. It was a fine, clear day. Ron could not wish for better, and Harry found himself hoping against hope that Ron would not give the Slytherins cause for more rousing choruses of Weasley Is Our King. Lee Jordan, who had been very dispirited since Fred and George had left, was commentating as usual. As the teams zoomed out onto the pitches he named the players with something less than his usual gusto. Bradley. Davies. Chang, he said, and Harry felt his stomach perform, less of a back flip, more a feeble lurch as Cho walked out onto the pitch, her shiny black hair rippling in the slight breeze. He was not sure what he wanted to happen anymore, except that he could not stand any more rows. Even the sight of her chatting animatedly to Roger Davies as they prepared to mount their brooms caused him only a slight twinge of jealousy. And Steam link quest 1 off. said Lee. And Davies takes the Quaffle immediately, Ravenclaw Captain Davies with the Quaffle, he dodges Johnson, he dodges Bell, he dodges Spinnet as well. Hes going straight for goal. Hes going to shoot - and - and - Lee swore very loudly. And hes scored. Harry and Hermione groaned with the rest of the Gryffindors. Predictably, horribly, the Slytherins on the other side of the stands began to sing: Weasley cannot save a thing, He cannot block a single ring. Harry, said a hoarse voice in Harrys ear. Hermione. Harry looked around and saw Hagrids enormous bearded face sticking between the seats; apparently he had squeezed his way all along the row behind, for the first and second years he had just passed had a ruffled, flattened look about them. For some reason, Hagrid was bent double as though anxious not to be seen, though he was still at least four feet taller than everybody else. Listen, he whispered, can yeh come with me. Now. While evryones watchin the match. Er. cant it wait, Hagrid. asked Harry. Till the match is over. No, said Hagrid. No, Harry, its gotta be now. while evryones lookin the other way. Please. Hagrids nose was gently dripping blood. His eyes were both blackened. Harry had not seen him this close up since his return to the school; he looked utterly woebegone. Course, said Harry at once, course well come. He and Hermione edged back along their row of seats, causing much grumbling among the students who had Steam link quest 1 stand up for them. The people in Hagrids row were not complaining, merely attempting to make themselves as small as possible. I ppreciate this, you two, I really do, said Hagrid as they reached the stairs. He kept looking around nervously as they descended toward the lawn below. I jus hope she doesn notice us goin. You mean Umbridge. said Harry. She wont, shes got her whole Inquisitorial Squad sitting with her, didnt you see. She must be expecting trouble at the match. Yeah, well, a bit o trouble wouldn hurt, said Hagrid, pausing to peer around the edge of the stands to make sure the stretch this web page lawn between there and his cabin was deserted. Give us more time. What is it, Hagrid. said Hermione, looking up at him with a concerned expression on her face as they hurried across the lawn toward the edge of the forest. Yeh - yehll see in a mo, said Hagrid, looking over his shoulder as a great roar rose from the stands behind them. Hey - did someone jus score. Itll be Ravenclaw, said Harry heavily. Good. good. said Hagrid distractedly. Thas good. They had to jog to keep up with him as he strode across the lawn, looking around with every other step. When they reached his cabin, Hermione turned automatically left toward the front door; Hagrid, however, walked straight past it into the shade of the trees on the outermost edge of the forest, where he picked up a crossbow that was leaning against a tree. When he realized they were no longer with him, he turned. Were goin in here, he said, jerking his shaggy head behind him. Into the forest. said Hermione, perplexed. Yeah, said Hagrid. Cmon now, quick, before were spotted. Harry and Hermione looked at each other, then ducked into the cover of the trees behind Hagrid, who was already striding away from them into the green gloom, his crossbow over his arm. Harry and Hermione ran to catch up with him. Hagrid, why are you armed. said Harry. Jus a precaution, said Hagrid, shrugging his massive shoulders. You didnt bring your crossbow the day you showed us the thestrals, said Hermione timidly. Nah, well, we weren goin in so far then, said Hagrid. An anyway, tha was before Firenze left the forest, wasn it. Why does Firenze leaving make a difference. asked Hermione curiously. Cause the other centaurs are good an riled at me, thas why, said Hagrid quietly, glancing around. They used ter be - well, yeh couldn call em friendly - but we got on all righ. Kept emselves to emselves, bu always turned up if I wanted a word. Not anymore. He sighed deeply. Firenze said that theyre angry because he went to work for Dumbledore. Harry asked, tripping on a protruding root because he was busy watching Hagrids profile. Yeah, said Hagrid heavily. Well, angry doesn cover it. Ruddy livid. If I hadnstepped in, I reckon theydve kicked Firenze ter death - They attacked him. said Hermione, sounding shocked. Yep, said Hagrid gruffly, forcing his way through several low-hanging branches. He had half the herd onto him - And you stopped it. said Harry, amazed and impressed. By yourself. Course I did, couldnt steam guard backup codes by an watch em kill him, could I. said Hagrid. Lucky I was passin, really. an Idve thought Firenze mighta remembered tha before he started sendin me stupid warnins. he added hotly and unexpectedly. Harry and Hermione looked at each other, startled, but Hagrid, scowling, did not elaborate. Anyway, he said, breathing a little more heavily than usual, since then the other centaursve bin livid with me an the trouble is, theyve got a lot of influence in the forest. Cleverest creatures in here. Is that why were here, Hagrid. asked Hermione. The centaurs. Ah no, said Hagrid, learn more here his head dismissively, no, its not them. Well, o course, they could complicate the problem, yeah. But yehll see what I mean in a bit. On this incomprehensible note he fell silent and forged a little ahead, taking one stride for every three of theirs, so that they had great trouble keeping up with him. The path was becoming increasingly overgrown and the trees grew so closely together as they walked farther and farther into the forest that it was as dark as dusk. They were soon a long way past the clearing where Hagrid had shown them the thestrals, but Harry felt no sense of unease until Hagrid stepped unexpectedly off the path and began wending his way in and out of trees toward the dark heart of the forest. Hagrid. said Harry, fighting his way through thickly knotted brambles over which Hagrid had stepped easily and remembering very vividly what had happened to him on the other occasions he had stepped off the forest path. Where are we going. Bit further, said Hagrid over his shoulder. Cmon, Harry. We need ter keep together now. It was a great struggle to keep up with Hagrid, what with branches and thickets of thorn through which Hagrid marched as easily as though they were cobwebs, but which snagged Harry and Hermiones robes, frequently entangling them so severely that they had to stop for minutes at a time to free themselves. Harrys arms and legs were soon covered in small cuts and scratches. They were so deep in the forest now that sometimes all Harry could see of Hagrid in the gloom was a massive dark shape ahead of him. Any sound seemed threatening in the muffled silence. The breaking of a twig echoed loudly and the tiniest rustle of movement, though it might have been made by an innocent sparrow, caused Harry to peer through the gloom for a culprit. It occurred to him that he had never managed to get this far into the forest without meeting some kind of creature - their absence struck him as rather ominous. Hagrid, would it be all right if we lit our wands. said Hermione quietly. Er. all righ, Hagrid whispered back. In fact. He stopped suddenly and turned around; Hermione walked right into him and was knocked over backward. Harry caught her just before she hit the forest floor. Maybe we bes jus stop fer a momen, so I can. fill yeh in, said Hagrid. Before we ge there, like. Good. said Hermione, as Harry set her back on her feet. They both murmured Lumos. and their wand-tips ignited. Hagrids face swam through the gloom by the light of the two wavering beams and Harry saw that he looked nervous and sad again. Righ, said Hagrid. Well. see. the thing is. He took a great breath. Well, theres a good chance Im goin ter be gettin the sack any day now, he said. Harry and Hermione looked at each other, then back at him. But youve lasted this long - Hermione said tentatively. What makes you think - Umbridge reckons it was me that put tha niffler in her office. And was it. said Harry, before he could stop himself. No, it ruddy well wasn. said Hagrid indignantly. Ony anythin ter do with magical creatures an she thinks its got somethin ter do with me. Yeh know shes bin lookin fer a chance ter get rid of me ever since I got back. I don wan ter go, o course, but if it wasn fer. well. the special circumstances Im abou ter click at this page to yeh, Id leave righ now, before shes go the chance ter do it in front o the whole school, like she did with Trelawney. Harry and Hermione both made noises of protest, but Hagrid overrode them with a wave of one of his enormous hands. Its not the end o the world, Ill be able ter help Dumbledore once Im outta here, I can be useful ter the Order. An you lotll have Grubbly-Plank, yehll - yehll get through yer exams fine. His voice trembled and broke. Don worry abou me, he said hastily, as Hermione made to pat his arm. He pulled his enormous spotted handkerchief from the pocket of his waistcoat and mopped his eyes with it. Look, I wouldn be tellin yer this at all Steam link quest 1 I didn have ter. See, if I go. well, I can leave withou. withou tellin someone. because Ill - Ill need you two ter help me.

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