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Potter. The classroom was silent and still. Everyone was staring at either Umbridge or Harry. Now, let me make a few things quite plain. Professor Umbridge stood up and leaned toward them, her World of warcraft steam hands splayed on her desk. You have been told that a certain Dark wizard has returned from the dead - He wasnt dead, said Harry angrily, but yeah, hes warcraf. -Potter-you-have-already-lost-your-House-ten-points-do-not-makematters-worse-for-yourself, said Professor Umbridge in one breath without looking at him. As I was saying, you have been informed that a certain Dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie. It is NOT a lie. said Harry. I saw him, I fought him. Detention, Mr. Potter. said Professor Umbridge triumphantly. Tomorrow evening. Five oclock. My office. I repeat, this is a lie. The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you are not in danger from any Dark wizard. If you are still worried, Wor,d all means come and see me outside class hours. If someone is alarming you with fibs about reborn Dark wizards, I would like to hear about it. I am here to help. I am your friend. And now, you will kindly continue your reading. Page five, Basics for Beginners. Professor Umbridge sat down behind her desk again. Harry, however, stood up. Everyone was staring at him; Seamus looked half-scared, half-fascinated. Harry, no. Hermione whispered in a warning voice, tugging at his sleeve, but Harry jerked his arm out of her reach. So, according ov you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord, did he. Harry asked, his voice shaking. There was a collective intake of breath from the class, for none of them, apart from Ron and Hermione, had ever heard Harry talk Worldd what had happened on the night that Cedric had died. They stared avidly from Harry to Professor Umbridge, who had raised her eyes and was staring at him without a trace of a fake smile on her face. Cedric Diggorys death was a tragic accident, she said coldly. It was murder, said Harry. He could feel himself shaking. He had hardly talked to anyone about this, least of all thirty eagerly listening classmates. Voldemort killed him, and you know it. Professor Umbridges face was quite blank. For a moment he thought she was going to scream at him. Then she said, in her softest, most sweetly girlish voice, Come here, Mr. Potter, dear. He kicked his chair aside, strode around Ron and Hermione and up to the teachers desk. He could feel the rest of the class holding its breath. He felt so angry he did not care what happened next. Professor Umbridge pulled a small roll of pink parchment out of her handbag, stretched it out on the desk, dipped her quill into a bottle of ink, and started scribbling, hunched over so that Harry could not see what she was writing. Nobody spoke. After a minute or so she rolled up the parchment and tapped it with her wand; it sealed itself seamlessly so that he could not open it. Take this to Professor McGonagall, dear, said Professor Umbridge, holding out the note to him. He took it from her without saying a word and left the room, not even looking back at Ron and Watcraft, and slamming the classroom door shut behind him. He walked very fast along the corridor, the note to McGonagall clutched tight in his hand, and turning wxrcraft corner walked slap into Peeves the Poltergeist, a wide-faced little man floating on his back in midair, juggling syeam inkwells. Why, its Potty Wee Potter. cackled Peeves, allowing two of the inkwells to fall to the ground where they smashed and spattered the steeam with ink; Harry jumped backward out of the way with a snarl. Get out of it, Peeves. Oooh, Crackpots feeling cranky, said Peeves, pursuing Harry along the corridor, leering as he zoomed along above him. What is it this time, my fine Potty friend. Hearing voices. Seeing visions. Speaking in - Peeves blew a gigantic raspberry - tongues. I said, leave me ALONE. Harry shouted, running down the nearest flight warcrart stairs, but Peeves merely slid down the banister on his back beside him. Oh, most think hes barking, the Potty wee lad, But some are more kindly and think hes just sad, But Peevesy knows better and says that hes mad - SHUT UP. A door to his left flew open and Professor McGonagall emerged from her office looking grim and World of warcraft steam harassed. What on earth are you shouting about, Potter. she snapped, Wotld Peeves cackled gleefully and zoomed out of sight. Why arent you in class. Ive been sent to see you, said Harry stiffly. Sent. What do warceaft mean, sent. He held out the note from Professor Umbridge. Professor McGonagall took it from him, frowning, slit it open with a tap of her wand, stretched it out, and began to read. Her eyes zoomed from side to side behind their square spectacles as she read what Umbridge had written, and dteam each line they became narrower. Come in here, Potter. He followed her inside her study. The door closed automatically behind him. Well. said Professor McGonagall, rounding on him. Is this true. Is what true. Harry asked, rather more aggressively than he had intended. Professor. he added in an attempt to sound more polite. Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge. Yes, said Harry. You called her a liar. Yes. You told her He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named is back. Yes. Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk, frowning at Harry. Then she said, Have a biscuit, Potter. Have - what. Have a biscuit, she repeated impatiently, indicating a tartan tin of cookies lying on top of one of the piles of papers on her desk. And sit down. There had been a previous occasion when Harry, expecting to be caned by Professor McGonagall, had instead been appointed by her to the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He sank into a chair opposite her and helped himself to a Ginger Newt, feeling just as confused and wrong-footed as he had done on that occasion. Professor McGonagall set down Professor Umbridges note and looked very seriously at Harry. Potter, you need to be careful. Harry swallowed his mouthful of Ginger Newt and stared at her. Her tone of voice was not at all what he was used to; it was not brisk, crisp, and stern; it was low and anxious and somehow much more human than usual. Misbehavior in Dolores Umbridges class could cost you much more than House points and a detention. What do you -. Potter, use your common sense, snapped Professor McGonagall, with an abrupt return to her usual manner. You know where she comes from, you must know to whom she is reporting. The bell rang for the end of the lesson. Overhead and all around came the elephantine sounds of hundreds of students on the move. It says here shes given you detention every evening this week, starting tomorrow, Professor McGonagall said, looking down at Umbridges note again. Every evening this week. Harry repeated, horrified. But, Professor, couldnt you -. No, I couldnt, said Professor McGonagall flatly. But - She is your teacher and has every right to give you detention. You will go to her room at five oclock tomorrow for the first one. Just remember: Tread carefully around Dolores Umbridge. But I was telling the truth. said Harry, outraged. Voldemorts back, you know he is, Professor Dumbledore knows he is - For heavens sake, Potter. said Professor McGonagall, straightening her glasses angrily (she had winced horribly when he had used Voldemorts name). Do you really think this is about truth or lies. Its about keeping your head down and your temper under control. She stood up, nostrils wide and mouth very thin, and he stood too. Have another biscuit, she said irritably, thrusting the tin at him. No, thanks, said Harry coldly. Dont be ridiculous, she snapped. He took one. Thanks, he said grudgingly. Didnt you listen to Dolores Umbridges speech at the start-of-term feast, Potter. Yeah, said Harry. Yeah. she said. progress will be prohibited or. well, it meant that. that the Ministry of Magic is trying to interfere at Hogwarts. Professor Click here eyed him for a moment, then sniffed, walked around her desk, and held open the door for him. Steaj, Im glad you listen to Hermione Granger at any rate, she said, pointing him out of her office. D CHAPTER THIRTEEN DETENTION WITH DOLORES inner in the Great Hall that night was not a pleasant experience for Harry. The news about his shouting match with Umbridge seemed to have traveled exceptionally fast even by Hogwarts standards. He heard whispers all around him as he sat eating between Ron and Hermione. The click here thing was that none of the whisperers seemed to mind him overhearing what they were saying about him steamm on the contrary, it was as though they were hoping he would get angry and start shouting again, so that they could hear his story firsthand. He says he saw Cedric Diggory murdered. He reckons he dueled with You-Know-Who. Come off it. Who does he think hes kidding. Pur-lease. What I dont get, said Harry in a shaking voice, laying down his https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/for/pubg-game-for-computer-torrent.php and fork (his hands were trembling too much wagcraft hold them steady), is why they all believed the story two months sheam when Dumbledore told them. The thing is, Harry, Im not sure they did, said Hermione grimly. Oh, lets get out of here. She slammed down her own knife and fork; Ron looked sadly at his halffinished apple pie but followed suit. People stared at them all the way out of the Hall. What dyou mean, youre not sure they believed Dumbledore. Harry asked Hermione when they reached the first-floor landing. Look, you dont understand what it was like after it happened, said Hermione quietly. You arrived back in the middle of the lawn clutching Cedrics dead body. None of us saw what happened in the maze. We just had Dumbledores word for it that You-Know-Who had warcrraft back and killed Cedric and fought you. Which is the truth. Worrld Harry loudly. I know it is, Harry, so will you please stop biting my head off. said Hermione wearily. Its just that sheam the truth could sink in, everyone went home for the summer, where they spent two months reading about how youre a nutcase and Dumbledores going senile. Rain pounded on the windowpanes as they strode along the empty corridors back to Gryffindor Tower. Harry felt as though his first day had lasted a week, but he still had a mountain of homework to do before bed. A dull pounding pain was developing over his right eye. He glanced out of a rain-washed window at the dark grounds as they turned into the Fat Ladys corridor. There was still no light in Hagrids cabin. Mimbulus mimbletonia, said Hermione, before the Fat Lady could ask. The portrait swung open to reveal the hole behind and the three click at this page them scrambled back through it. The common room was almost empty; nearly everyone was still down at dinner. Crookshanks uncoiled himself from an armchair and trotted to meet them, purring loudly, and when Harry, Ron, and Hermione took their three favorite chairs at the fireside he leapt lightly into Hermiones lap and curled up there like a furry ginger cushion. Harry gazed into the flames, feeling ssteam and exhausted. How can Dumbledore have let this happen. Hermione cried suddenly, making Harry and Ron jump; Crookshanks leapt off her, looking affronted. She pounded the arms of her chair in fury, so that bits of stuffing leaked out of the holes. How can he let that terrible woman teach us. And in our O. year too. Well, weve never had great Defense Against the Dark Arts Worldd, have we. said Harry. You know what its like, Hagrid told us, nobody wants the job, they say its jinxed. Yes, but to employ someone whos actually refusing to let us do magic. Whats Dumbledore playing at. And shes trying to get people to dlc ratings 4 fallout for her, said Ron darkly. Remember when she said she wanted us to come and tell her if we hear anyone saying You-Know-Whos back. Of course shes here to spy on us all, thats obvious, why else would Fudge have wanted her to come. snapped Hermione. Stteam start arguing again, said Harry wearily, as Ron opened his mouth to retaliate. Cant we just. Lets just do that homework, get it out of the way. They see more their schoolbags from a corner and returned to the chairs by the fire. People were coming back from dinner now. Harry kept his face averted from the portrait hole, but could still sense the stares he was attracting. Shall we do Snapes stuff first. said Ron, dipping his quill into his ink. The properties. of moonstone. and its uses. in potion-making. he muttered, writing the words across the top of his parchment as he spoke them. There. He underlined the title, then looked up expectantly at Hermione. So what are the warcrsft of moonstone and its uses in potion-making. But Hermione was not listening; she was squinting over into the far corner of the room, where Fred, George, and Lee Jordan were now sitting at the center of a knot of innocent-looking first years, all of whom were chewing something that seemed to have come out of a large paper bag that Fred was holding. No, Im sorry, theyve gone too far, she said, standing up and looking positively furious. Come on, Ron. I - what. said Ron, plainly playing for time. No - check this out on, Hermione - we cant tell them off for giving out sweets. You know perfectly well that those are bits of Nosebleed Nougat or - or Puking Pastilles or - Fainting Fancies. Harry suggested quietly. One by one, as though hit over the heads with invisible mallets, the first years were slumping unconscious in their seats; some slid right onto the floor, others merely hung over the arms of their chairs, their tongues lolling out. Most of the people watching were laughing; Hermione, however, squared her shoulders and marched warcdaft over to where Fred and George now stood with clipboards, closely observing the unconscious first years. Ron rose halfway out of his chair, hovered uncertainly for a moment or two, then muttered to Harry, Shes got it under control, before sinking as low in his chair as his lanky frame permitted. Thats enough. Hermione said forcefully to Fred and George, both of whom looked up in mild Word. Yeah, youre right, said George, nodding, this dosage looks strong enough, doesnt it. I told you this morning, you cant test your rubbish on students. Were paying them. said Fred indignantly. I dont care, it could be dangerous. Rubbish, said Fred. Calm down, Hermione, theyre fine. said Lee reassuringly as he walked from first year to first year, inserting purple sweets into their open mouths. Yeah, look, theyre coming round now, said George. A few of the first years were indeed stirring.
Let the Orcs lie, said Gandalf. The morning may bring new counsel. In the afternoon the Kings company prepared to depart. The work of burial was then but beginning; and The´oden mourned for the loss of Ha´ma, his captain, and cast the first earth upon his grave. 546 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS Great injury indeed has Saruman done to me and all this land, he said; and I will remember it, when we meet. The sun was already drawing near the hills upon the west of the Coomb, when at last The´oden and Gandalf and their companions rode down from the Dike. Behind them were gathered a great host, both of the Riders and of the people of Westfold, old and young, women and children, who had come out from the caves. A song of victory they sang with clear voices; and then they fell silent, wondering what would chance, for their eyes were on the trees and they feared them. The Riders came to the wood, and they halted; horse and man, they were unwilling to pass in. The trees were grey and menacing, and a shadow or a mist was about them. The ends see more their long sweeping boughs hung down like searching fingers, their roots stood up from the ground like the limbs of strange monsters, and dark caverns opened beneath them. But Gandalf went forward, leading the company, and where the road from the Hornburg met the trees they saw now an opening like an arched gate under mighty boughs; and through it Gandalf passed, and they followed him. Then to their amazement they found that the road ran on, and the Deeping-stream beside it; and the sky was open above and full of golden light. But on either side the great aisles of the wood were already wrapped in dusk, stretching away into impenetrable shadows; and there they heard the creaking and groaning of boughs, and far cries, and a rumour of wordless voices, murmuring angrily. No Orc or other living creature could be seen. Legolas and Gimli were now riding Steaming meaning drunk upon one horse; and they kept close beside Gandalf, for Gimli was afraid of the wood. It is hot in here, said Legolas to Gandalf. I feel a great wrath about me. Do you not feel the air throb in your ears. Yes, said Gandalf. What has become of the miserable Orcs. said Legolas. That, I think, no one will ever know, said Gandalf. They rode in silence for a while; but Legolas was ever glancing from side to side, and would often have halted to listen to the sounds of the wood, if Gimli had allowed it. These are the strangest trees that ever I saw, he said; and I have seen many an oak grow from acorn to ruinous age. I wish that there were leisure now to walk among them: they have voices, and in time I might come to understand their thought. No, no. said Gimli. Let us leave them. I guess their thought already: hatred of all that go on two legs; and their speech is of crushing and strangling. T HE R OAD T O ISEN GARD 547 Not of all that go on two legs, said Legolas. There I think you are wrong. It is Orcs that they hate. For they do not belong here and know little of Elves and Men. Far 5 counter скачать strike are the valleys where they sprang. From the deep dales of Fangorn, Gimli, that is whence they come, I guess. Then that is the most perilous wood in Middle-earth, said Gimli. I should be grateful for the part they have played, but I do not love them. You may think them wonderful, but I have seen a greater wonder in this land, more beautiful than any grove or glade that ever grew: my heart is still full of it. Strange are the ways of Men, Legolas. Here they have one of the marvels of the Northern World, and what do they say of it. Steaming meaning drunk, they say. Caves. Holes to fly to in time of war, to store fodder in. My good Legolas, do you know that see more caverns of Helms Deep are vast and beautiful. There would be an endless pilgrimage of Dwarves, merely to gaze at them, if such things were known to be. Aye indeed, they would pay pure gold for a brief glance. And I would give gold to be excused, said Legolas; and double to be let out, if I strayed in. You have not seen, so I forgive your jest, said Gimli. But you speak Steaming meaning drunk a fool. Do you think those halls are fair, where your King dwells under the hill in Mirkwood, and Dwarves helped in their making long ago. Steaming meaning drunk are but hovels compared with the caverns I have seen here: immeasurable halls, filled with https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/windows/google-pubg-install-for-pc-windows-10.php everlasting music of water that tinkles into pools, as fair as Kheled-zaˆram in the starlight. And, Legolas, when the torches are kindled and men walk on the sandy floors under the echoing domes, ah. then, Legolas, gems and crystals and veins of precious ore glint in the polished walls; and the light glows through folded marbles, shell-like, translucent as the living hands of Queen Galadriel. There are columns of white and saffron and dawn-rose, Legolas, fluted and twisted into dreamlike forms; they spring up from many-coloured floors to meet the glistening pendants of the roof: wings, ropes, curtains fine as frozen clouds; spears, banners, pinnacles of suspended palaces. Still lakes mirror them: a glimmering world looks up from dark pools covered with clear glass; cities, such as the mind of Durin could scarce have imagined in his sleep, stretch on through avenues and pillared courts, on into the dark recesses where no light can come. And plink. a silver drop falls, and the round wrinkles in the glass make all the towers bend and waver like weeds and corals in a grotto of the sea. Then evening comes: they fade and twinkle out; the torches pass on into another chamber and another dream. There is chamber after chamber, Legolas; hall opening out of hall, dome after dome, stair beyond stair; and still the winding paths lead on into the mountains heart. Caves. 548 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS The Caverns of Helms Deep. Happy was the chance that drove me there. It makes me weep to leave them. Then I will wish you this fortune for your comfort, Gimli, said the Elf, that you may come safe from war and return to see them again. But do not tell all your kindred. There seems little left for them to do, from your account. Maybe the men of this land are wise to say little: one family of busy dwarves with hammer and chisel might mar more than they made. No, you do not understand, said Gimli. 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