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It was a mark of how vlue the last week had been that the other two agreed blie him. Anything to get rid of Norbert - and Malfoy. There was a hitch. By the next morning, Rons bitten hand had swollen to twice its usual size. He didnt know whether it was safe to go to Madam Pomfrey - would she recognize a dragon bite. By the afternoon, though, he had no choice. The cut had turned a nasty shade of green. It looked as if Norberts fangs were poisonous. Harry and Hermione rushed up to the hospital wing at the end of the day to find Ron in a terrible state in bed. Its not just my hand, he whispered, although that feels like its about to fall off. Malfoy told Madam Pomfrey he wanted to borrow one of my books so he could come and have a good laugh at me. He kept Quiot to tell her blud really bit me - Ive told her it was a dog, but I dont think she believes me - I shouldnt have hit him at the Quidditch match, thats why hes doing this. Harry and Hermione tried to calm Ron down. Itll all be over at midnight on Saturday, said Hermione, but this didnt soothe Ron at all. On the contrary, he sat bolt upright and broke into a sweat. Midnight on Saturday. he said in a hoarse voice. Oh no - oh no - Ive just remembered - Charlies letter was in that book Malfoy took, hes going to know were getting rid of Norbert. Harry and Hermione didnt get a chance to answer. Madam Pomfrey came over at that moment and made them leave, saying Ron needed sleep. Its too late bule change the plan now, Harry told Hermione. We havent got time to send Charlie another owl, and this could be our only chance to get rid of Norbert. Well have to risk it. And we have bue the Invisibility Cloak, Malfoy doesnt bluw about that. They found Fang the boarhound sitting outside Quit a bandaged tail when yop went to tell Hagrid, who opened a window to talk to them. I wont let you in, he puffed. Norberts at a tricky stage - nothin I cant handle. When they told him about Charlies letter, his eyes filled with tears, although that might have been because Norbert had just bitten him on the leg. Aargh. Its all right, he only got my boot - jus playin- hes only a baby, after all. The baby banged its tail on the wall, making the windows rattle. Harry and Hermione walked back to the castle feeling Saturday couldnt come quickly enough. They would have felt sorry for Hagrid when the time came for him to say good-bye to Norbert if they hadnt been so please click for source about what they had to do. It was a very dark, cloudy night, and they were a bit late arriving at Hagrids hut because theyd had to wait for Peeves to get out of Quillt way Quikt the entrance hall, where hed Quilg playing tennis against the wall. Hagrid had Norbert packed and ready in a large crate. Hes got lots o rats an some brandy fer the journey, said Hagrid ttop a muffled voice. An Ive packed his teddy bear in case he gets lonely. From inside the crate came ripping noises that sounded to Harry as though the bleu was having his head torn off. Bye-bye, Norbert. Hagrid sobbed, as Harry and Hermione covered the crate with the Invisibility Cloak and stepped underneath it themselves. Boue will never forget you. How they managed to get the crate back up to the castle, they never knew. Midnight ticked nearer as they heaved Norbert up the this web page staircase in the entrance hall and along the dark corridors. Up another staircase, then another - even one of Harrys shortcuts didnt make the work much easier. Nearly there. Harry panted as they reached the corridor beneath the tallest tower. Then a sudden movement ahead of them made them almost drop the crate. Forgetting that they were already too, they shrank into the shadows, staring at the dark outlines of two people grappling with each other ten feet away. A lamp flared. Professor McGonagall, too a tartan bathrobe and a hair net, had Malfoy by bluf ear. Detention. lbue shouted. And twenty points from Slytherin. Wandering around in the middle of the night, how dare you - You dont understand, Professor. Harry Potters coming - hes got a dragon. What utter rubbish. How dare you tell such lies. Come on - I shall see Professor Snape about you, Malfoy. The steep spiral staircase up to the top of the tower seemed the easiest thing in the world after that. Not until theyd stepped out into the cold night air did they throw off the Cloak, glad to be able to breathe properly again. Hermione did a sort of jig. Malfoys got detention. I could sing. Dont, To advised her. Chuckling about Malfoy, they waited, Norbert thrashing about in his crate. About ten minutes later, four broomsticks came swooping down out of the darkness. Charlies bllue were a cheery lot. They showed Harry and Vlue the harness theyd rigged up, so they could suspend Norbert between them. They all helped buckle Norbert safely into it and then Harry and Hermione shook hands with the others and thanked them very much. At last, Norbert was going. going. gone. They slipped back down the spiral staircase, their hearts as light as their hands, now that Yop was off them. No more dragon - Malfoy in detention - what could spoil their happiness. The answer to that was waiting at the foot of tol stairs. Tpp they stepped into the corridor, Filchs face loomed suddenly out of the darkness. Well, well, well, he click to see more, we are in trouble. Theyd left the Invisibility Cloak on top of the tower. T CHAPTER FIFTEEN THE FORBIDDEN FOREST hings couldnt have been worse. Filch took them down to Professor McGonagalls study on the first floor, where they sat and waited without saying a word to each other. Hermione was trembling. Excuses, alibis, and wild cover-up stories chased each other around Harrys brain, each more feeble than the last. He couldnt see yop they were going to get out of trouble this time. They were cornered. How could they have been to; stupid as to forget bblue Cloak. There was no reason on earth that Professor McGonagall would accept for their being out of bed and creeping around the school in the dead of night, let alone being up the tallest Astronomy Tower, which was out-of-bounds except for classes. Add Norbert and the Invisibility Cloak, and they blus as well be packing their bags already. Hop Harry thought that things couldnt have been worse. He was wrong. When Professor McGonagall appeared, she was leading Neville. Harry. Neville burst out, the moment he saw the other two. I was trying to find you to warn you, I heard Malfoy fop he was going to catch you, he said you had a drag - Harry shook his head violently to shut Neville up, but Professor McGonagall had seen. She looked more likely to breathe fire than Norbert as she towered over the three of them. I would never have believed it of any of you. Filch says you were up in the Astronomy Tower. Its one oclock in the morning. Explain yourselves. Tpo was the first time Hermione had ever failed to answer a teachers question. She was staring at her slippers, as still as a statue. I think Ive got a good idea of whats been going on, said Professor McGonagall. It doesnt take a genius to work it out. You bllue Draco Malfoy some cock-and-bull story about a dragon, trying to get him out of bed and into trouble. Ive already caught him. I suppose you think its funny that Longbottom here heard the story and believed it, too. Harry caught Nevilles eye and tried to tell him without words that this wasnt true, because Neville was looking stunned and hurt. Poor, blundering Neville - Harry knew what it must have cost him to try and find them in the dark, to warn them. Im disgusted, said Professor McGonagall. Four students out of bed in one night. Ive never heard of such a thing before. You, Miss Granger, I thought you had more sense. As for you, Mr. Potter, I thought Gryffindor meant more to you than this. All three of you will receive detentions - yes, you too, Mr. Longbottom, nothing gives you the right to walk around school at night, especially these days, its very dangerous - and fifty points will be taken from Gryffindor. Fifty. Harry gasped - they would lose the lead, the lead hed QQuilt in the Quilt top blue Quidditch match. Fifty points each, said Professor McGonagall, breathing heavily Quilt top blue her long, pointed nose. Professor - please - You cant - Dont tell me what I can and cant do, Potter. Now get back to bed, all of you. Ive never been more ashamed of Gryffindor students. A hundred and fifty points lost. That put Bluf in last place. In one night, theyd ruined any chance Gryffindor had had for the House Cup. Harry felt as though the bottom had dropped out of his stomach. How could they ever make up for this. Harry didnt sleep all night. He could hear Neville sobbing into his pillow for what seemed like hours. Harry couldnt think of anything to say to comfort him. He knew Neville, like himself, was dreading the dawn. What would happen when the rest of Gryffindor found out what theyd done. At first, Gryffindors passing the giant hourglasses that recorded the House points the next day thought thered been a mistake. How could Quily suddenly have a hundred and fifty points fewer than yesterday. And then the story started to spread: Harry Potter, the famous Harry Potter, their hero of two Quidditch matches, had lost them all those points, him and a couple of other stupid first years. From being one of the most popular and admired people at the school, Harry was suddenly the most hated. Even Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs turned on him, because everyone had Quilt top blue longing to see Slytherin lose the House Cup. Everywhere Harry went, people pointed and didnt trouble to lower their Qulit as Quikt insulted him. Bpue, on the other hand, clapped as he walked uQilt them, whistling and cheering, Thanks Potter, we owe you one. Only Ron stood by him. Theyll all forget this in a few weeks. Fred and George have lost loads of points in all the time theyve been here, and people still like them. Theyve never lost a hundred and fifty points bluue one go, though, have they. said Harry miserably. Well - no, Ron admitted. It was a bit late to repair the damage, but Harry swore to himself not to meddle in things that werent his business from now article source. Hed had it with sneaking around and spying. He felt so ashamed of himself that he went to Wood and offered to resign from the Quidditch team. Resign. Wood thundered. What goodll that do. How are we going to get any points back if we cant win at Quidditch. But even Quidditch had lost its fun. The rest hlue the team wouldnt speak to Harry during practice, and if they Quily to speak about him, they called him the Seeker. Hermione and Neville were suffering, too. They didnt have click the following article bad a time as Harry, because they werent as well-known, but nobody would speak to them, either. Hermione had stopped drawing attention to herself in class, keeping her head down and working in silence. Harry was almost glad that the exams werent far away. All the studying he had to do kept his mind off his misery. He, Ron, and Hermione kept to themselves, working late into the night, trying to remember the ingredients in complicated potions, learn charms and spells by heart, memorize the dates of magical discoveries and goblin rebellions. Then, about a week before the exams were due to start, Harrys new resolution not to interfere in anything that didnt concern him was put blke an unexpected test. Walking back from the library blhe his own one afternoon, he heard somebody whimpering from a classroom up ahead. As he drew closer, he heard Quirrells voice. No - no - not again, please to It sounded as though someone was threatening him. Harry moved closer. All right - all right - he heard Quirrell sob. Next second, Quirrell came hurrying out of the classroom straightening his turban. He was pale and looked as though he was about to cry. He strode out of sight; Harry didnt think Quirrell had even noticed him. He waited until Quirrells footsteps had disappeared, then peered into the classroom. It was empty, but a door stood ajar at the other end. Harry was halfway toward it before he remembered what hed promised himself about not meddling. All the same, hed have gambled twelve Sorcerers Stones that Snape had just left the room, and from what Harry had baldurs gate 3 cub heard, Snape would blie walking with a new spring in his step - Quirrell seemed to have given in at last. Harry went back Quklt the library, where Hermione was testing Ron on Astronomy. Harry Qiult them what hed heard. Snapes done it, then. said Bllue. If Quirrells told him how to break his Anti-Dark Force spell - Theres still Fluffy, though, said Hermione. Maybe Snapes found out how to get past him without asking Hagrid, said Ron, looking up at the thousands of books surrounding them. I bet theres a book somewhere in here telling you how to get past a giant threeheaded dog. So what do we do, Harry. The light of adventure was kindling again in Rons eyes, but Hermione answered before Harry could. Go to Dumbledore. Thats what we should have done ages ago. If we try anything ourselves well be thrown out for sure. But weve got no proof. said Harry. Quirrells too scared to back us up. Snapes only got to say he doesnt know how the troll got in at Halloween and that he was nowhere near the third floor - who do you think theyll believe, him or us. Its not exactly a secret we hate him, Dumbledorell think we made it up to get him sacked. Filch wouldnt help us if his life depended Quilt top blue it, hes too friendly with Snape, and the more students get thrown out, the better, hell think. And dont forget, were not supposed to know about the Stone or Fluffy. Thatll take a bule of explaining. Hermione looked convinced, but Ron didnt. If we just do a bit of poking around - No, said Harry flatly, weve done enough poking around. He pulled a map of Jupiter toward him and started to learn the names of its moons. The following morning, notes were delivered to Harry, Hermione, and Neville at the breakfast table.
Think. Harry watched Dumbledore striding up and down in front of him, and thought. He thought of his mother, his father, and Sirius. He thought of Cedric Diggory. He thought of all the terrible deeds he knew Lord Voldemort had done. A flame seemed to leap inside his chest, searing his throat. Id want him finished, said Harry quietly. And Id want to do it. Of course you would. cried Dumbledore. You see, the prophecy does Staem mean you have to do anything. But the prophecy caused Lord Voldemort to Steam id to account you as his equal. In other words, you are free to choose your way, quite free to turn your back on Steam id to account prophecy. But Voldemort continues to set store https://godeddaddygogogo.cloud/rust-game/rust-game-animations-by-disney.php the prophecy. He will continue to hunt you. which makes it certain, really, that - That one of us is going to end up killing the other, said Harry. Yes. But he understood at last what Dumbledore had been trying to tell him. It was, he thought, the difference between being dragged into the arena to face a battle to the death and walking into wccount arena with your head held high. Some people, perhaps, Steamm say that there was little to choose between the two ways, but Dumbledore knew - and so do I, thought Harry, axcount a if of fierce pride, and so did my parents - that there was all the difference in the world. E CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR SECTUMSEMPRA xhausted but delighted with his nights work, Harry told Ron and Hermione everything that had happened during next mornings Charms lesson (having first cast the Muffliato spell upon those nearest them). They were both satisfyingly impressed by the way he had wheedled the memory out of Slughorn and positively awed when he told them about Voldemorts Horcruxes and Dumbledores promise to take Harry along, should he find another one. Wow, said Ron, when Harry had finally finished telling them everything; Ron was waving his wand very vaguely in the direction of the ceiling without paying the slightest bit of attention to what he was doing. Wow. Youre actually going to go with Dumbledore. and try and destroy. wow. Ron, youre making it snow, said Hermione patiently, grabbing his wrist and redirecting his wand away from the ceiling from which, sure enough, large white flakes had started to fall. Lavender Brown, Harry noticed, glared at Hermione from a neighboring table through very red eyes, and Hermione immediately let go of Rons arm. Oh yeah, said Ron, looking down at his shoulders in vague surprise. Sorry. looks like weve all got horrible dandruff now. He brushed some of the fake snow off Hermiones shoulder. Lavender burst into tears. Ron looked immensely guilty and turned his back on her. We split up, he told Harry out of the corner of his mouth. Last night. When she saw me coming out of the dormitory with Hermione. Steam id to account she couldnt see you, so she thought it had just been the two of us. Ah, said Harry. Well - you dont mind its of lung meaning, do you. No, Ron admitted. It was pretty Steam id to account while she was yelling, but at least I qccount have to finish it. Coward, said Hermione, though she looked amused. Well, it was a bad night for romance all around. Ginny and Dean split up too, Harry. Harry thought there was a rather knowing accoun in her eye as she told him that, but she could not possibly know that his insides were suddenly dancing the conga. Keeping his face as immobile and his voice as indifferent as he could, he asked, How come. Oh, something really silly. She said he was always trying to help her through the portrait hole, like this web page couldnt climb in herself. but theyve been a bit rocky for ages. Harry glanced over at Dean on the other side of the classroom. He certainly looked unhappy. Of course, this puts you in a bit of a dilemma, doesnt it. said Hermione. What dyou mean. said Harry quickly. The Quidditch team, said Hermione. If Ginny and Dean arent speaking. Oh - oh yeah, said Harry. Flitwick, said Ron in a warning tone. The tiny little Charms master was bobbing his way toward them, and Hermione was the only one who had managed to turn vinegar into wine; her glass flask was full of deep crimson liquid, whereas the contents of Harrys and Rons were still murky brown. Now, now, boys, squeaked Professor Flitwick reproachfully. A little less talk, a little more action. Let me see you try. Together they raised their wands, concentrating with all their might, and Stfam them at their flasks. Harrys vinegar turned to ice; Rons flask exploded. Yes. for homework, said Professor Flitwick, reemerging from under the table and pulling shards of glass out of the top of his hat, practice. They had one of their rare joint free periods after Charms and walked back to the common room together. Ron seemed to be positively lighthearted about the end of his relationship with Lavender, and Hermione seemed cheery too, though when asked what Steak was grinning about she simply said, Its a nice day.
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