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When Harry reached Filch, the caretaker gave a great sniff as though trying to detect a whiff of something from Harry. Then he gave a curt nod that set his jowls aquiver again and Harry walked on, out onto the stone steps and the cold, sunlit day. Er - why was Filch sniffing you. asked Ron, as he, Harry, and Hermione set off at a brisk pace down the wide drive to the gates. I suppose he was checking for the smell of Dungbombs, said Harry with a small laugh. I forgot to tell you. And he recounted the story of sending think, fallout 4 you are now enemies with the railroad remarkable letter to Sirius and Filch bursting in seconds later, demanding to see the letter. To his slight surprise, Hermione found this story highly interesting, much more, indeed, than he did himself. He said he was tipped off you were ordering Dungbombs. But who had tipped him off. I dunno, said Harry, shrugging. Maybe Malfoy, hed think it was a laugh. They walked between the tall stone pillars topped with winged boars and turned left onto the road into the village, the wind whipping their hair into their eyes. Malfoy. said Hermione, very skeptically. Well. yes. maybe. And she remained deep in thought all the way into the outskirts of Hogsmeade. Where are we going anyway. Harry asked. The Three Broomsticks. Oh - no, said Hermione, coming out of her reverie, no, its always packed and really noisy. Ive told the others to meet us in the Hogs Head, that other pub, you know the one, its not on the main road. I think its a bit. you know. dodgy. but students dont normally go in there, so I dont think well be overheard. They walked down the main street past Zonkos Joke Shop, where they were unsurprised to see Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, past the post office, from which owls issued at regular intervals, and turned up a side street at the top of which stood a small inn. A battered wooden sign hung from a rusty bracket over the door, with a picture upon it of a wild boars severed head leaking blood onto the white cloth around it. The sign creaked in the wind as they approached. All three of them hesitated outside the door. Well, come on, said Hermione slightly nervously. Harry led the way inside. It was not at all like the Three Broomsticks, whose large bar gave an impression of gleaming warmth and cleanliness. The Hogs Head bar comprised one small, dingy, and very dirty room that smelled strongly of something that might have been goats. The bay windows were so encrusted with grime that very little daylight could permeate the room, which was lit instead with the stubs of candles sitting on rough wooden tables. The floor seemed at first glance to be earthy, though as Harry stepped onto it he realized that there was stone beneath what seemed to be the accumulated filth of centuries. Harry remembered Hagrid mentioning this pub in his first year: Yeh get a lot o funny folk in the Hogs Head, he had said, explaining how he had won a dragons egg from a hooded stranger there. At the time Harry had wondered why Hagrid had not found it odd that the stranger kept his face hidden throughout their encounter; now he saw that keeping your face hidden was something of a fashion in the Hogs Head. There was a man at the bar whose whole head was wrapped in dirty gray bandages, though he was still managing to gulp endless glasses of some smoking, fiery substance through a slit over his mouth. Two figures shrouded in hoods sat at a table in one of the windows; Harry might have thought them dementors if click had not been talking in strong Yorkshire accents; in a shadowy corner beside the fireplace sat a witch with a thick, black veil that fell to her toes. They could just see the tip of her nose because it caused the veil to protrude slightly. I dont know about this, Hermione, Harry muttered, as they crossed to the bar. He was looking particularly at the heavily veiled witch. Has it occurred to you Umbridge might be valuable pubg mobile download windows 10 microsoft possible that. Hermione cast an appraising eye at the veiled figure. Umbridge is shorter than that woman, she said quietly. And anyway, even if Umbridge does come in here theres nothing she can do to stop us, Harry, because Ive double- and triple-checked the school rules. Were not out-of-bounds; I specifically asked Professor Flitwick whether students were source to come in the Hogs Head, and he said yes, but he advised Call of duty mobile online strongly to bring our own glasses. And Ive looked up everything I can think of about study groups article source homework groups and theyre definitely allowed. I just dont think its a good idea if we parade what were doing. No, said Harry dryly, especially as its not exactly a homework group youre planning, is it. The barman sidled Call of duty mobile online them out of a back room. He was a grumpylooking old man with a great deal of long gray hair and beard. He was tall and Call of duty mobile online and looked vaguely familiar to Harry. What. he grunted. Three butterbeers, please, said Hermione. The man reached beneath the counter and pulled up three very dusty, very dirty bottles, which he slammed on the bar. Six Sickles, he said. Ill get them, said Harry quickly, passing over the silver. The barmans eyes traveled over Harry, resting for a fraction of a second on his scar. Then he turned away and deposited Harrys money in an ancient wooden till whose drawer slid open automatically to receive it. Harry, Ron, and Hermione retreated to the farthest table from the bar and sat down, looking around, while the man in the dirty gray bandages rapped the counter with his knuckles and received another smoking drink from the barman. You know what. Ron murmured, looking over at the bar with enthusiasm. We could order anything we liked in here, I bet that bloke would sell us anything, he wouldnt care. Ive always wanted to try firewhisky - You - are - a - prefect, snarled Hermione. Oh, said Ron, the smile fading from his face. Yeah. So who did you say is supposed to be meeting us. Harry asked, wrenching open the rusty top of his butterbeer and taking a swig. Just a couple of people, Hermione repeated, checking her watch and then looking anxiously toward the door. I told them to be here about now and Im sure they all know where it is - oh look, this might be them now - The door of the pub had opened. A thick band of dusty sunlight split the room in two for a moment and then vanished, blocked by the incoming rush of a crowd of people. First came Neville with Dean and Lavender, who were closely followed by Parvati and Padma Patil with (Harrys stomach did a back flip) Cho and one of her usually giggling girlfriends, then (on her own and looking so dreamy that she might have walked in by accident) Luna Lovegood; then Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet, and Angelina Johnson, Colin and Dennis Creevey, Ernie Macmillan, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Hannah Abbott, and a Hufflepuff girl with a long plait down her back whose name Harry did not know; three Ravenclaw boys he was pretty sure were called Anthony Goldstein, Michael Corner, and Terry Boot; Ginny, followed by a tall skinny blond boy with an upturned nose whom Harry recognized vaguely as being a member of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, and bringing up the rear, Fred and George Weasley with their friend Lee Jordan, all three of whom were carrying large paper bags crammed with Zonkos merchandise. A couple of people. said Harry hoarsely to Hermione. A couple of people. Yes, well, the idea seemed quite popular, said Hermione happily. Ron, do you want to pull up some more chairs. The barman had frozen in the act of wiping out a glass with a rag so filthy it looked as though it had never been washed. Possibly he had never seen his pub so full. Hi, said Fred, reaching the bar first and counting his companions quickly. Could we have. twenty-five butterbeers, please. The barman glared at him for a moment, then, throwing down his rag irritably as though he had been interrupted in something very important, he started passing up dusty butterbeers from under the bar. Cheers, said Fred, handing them out. Cough up, everyone, I havent got enough gold for all of these. Harry watched numbly as the large chattering group took their beers from Fred and rummaged in their robes to find coins. He could not imagine what all these people had turned up for until the horrible thought occurred to him that they might be expecting some kind of speech, at which he rounded on Hermione. What have you been telling people. he said in a low voice. What are they expecting. Ive told you, they just want to hear what youve got to say, said Hermione soothingly; but Harry continued to look at her so furiously that she added quickly, You dont have to do anything yet, Ill speak to them first. Hi, Harry, said Neville, beaming and taking a seat opposite Harry. Harry tried to smile back, but did not speak; his mouth was exceptionally dry. Cho had just smiled at him and sat down on Rons right. Her friend, who had curly reddish-blonde hair, did not smile, but gave Harry a thoroughly mistrustful look that told Harry plainly that, given her way, she would not be here at all. In twos and threes the new arrivals settled around Harry, Ron, and Hermione, some looking rather excited, others curious, Luna Lovegood gazing dreamily into space. When everybody had pulled up a chair, the chatter died out. Every eye was upon Harry. Er, said Hermione, her voice slightly higher than usual out of nerves. Well - er - hi. The group focused its attention on her instead, though eyes continued to dart back regularly to Harry. Well. erm. well, you know why youre here. Erm. well, Harry here had the idea - I mean - Harry had thrown her a sharp look - I had the idea - that it might be good if people who wanted to study Defense Against the Dark Arts - and I mean, really study it, you know, not the rubbish that Umbridge is doing with us - (Hermiones voice became suddenly much stronger and more confident) - because nobody could call that Defense Against the Dark Arts - Hear, hear, said Anthony Goldstein, and Hermione looked heartened - well, I thought it would be good if we, well, took matters into our own hands. She paused, looked sideways at Harry, and went on, And by that I mean learning how to defend ourselves properly, not just theory but the real spells - You want to pass your Defense Against the Dark Arts O. too though, I bet. said Michael Corner. Of course I do, said Hermione at once. But I want more than that, I want to be properly trained in Defense because. because. She took a great breath and finished, Because Lord Voldemorts back. The reaction was immediate and predictable. Chos friend shrieked and slopped butterbeer down herself, Terry Boot gave a kind of involuntary twitch, Padma Patil shuddered, and Neville gave an odd yelp that he managed to turn into a cough. All of them, however, looked fixedly, even eagerly, at Harry. Well. thats the plan anyway, said Hermione. If you want to join us, we need to decide how were going to - Wheres the proof You-Know-Whos back. said the blond Hufflepuff player in a rather aggressive voice. Well, Dumbledore believes it - Hermione began. You mean, Dumbledore believes him, said the blond boy, nodding at Harry. Who are you. said Ron rather rudely. Zacharias Smith, said the boy, and I think weve got the right to know exactly what makes him say You-Know-Whos back. Look, said Hermione, intervening swiftly, thats really not what this meeting was supposed to be about - Its okay, Hermione, said Harry. It had just dawned upon him why there were so many people there. He felt that Hermione should have seen this coming. Some of these people - maybe even most of them - had turned up in the hope of hearing Harrys story firsthand. What makes me say You-Know-Whos back. he asked, looking Zacharias straight in the face. I saw him. But Dumbledore told the whole school what happened last year, and if you didnt believe him, you dont believe me, and Im not wasting an afternoon trying to convince anyone. The whole group seemed to have held its breath while Harry spoke. Harry had the impression that even the barman was listening in. He was wiping the same glass with the filthy rag; it was becoming steadily dirtier. Zacharias said dismissively, All Dumbledore told us last year was that Cedric Diggory got killed by You-Know-Who and that you brought Diggorys body back to Hogwarts. He didnt give us details, he didnt tell us exactly how Diggory got murdered, I think wed all like to know - If youve come to hear exactly what it looks like when Voldemort murders someone I cant help you, Harry said. His temper, always so close to the surface these days, was rising again. He did not take his eyes from Zacharias Smiths aggressive face, determined not to look at Cho. I dont want to talk about Cedric Diggory, all right. So if thats what youre here for, you might as well clear out. He cast an angry look in Hermiones direction. This was, he felt, all her fault; she had decided to display him like some sort of freak and of course they had all turned up to see just how wild his story was. But none of them left their seats, not even Zacharias Smith, though he continued to gaze intently at Harry. So, said Hermione, her voice very high-pitched again. So. like I was saying. if you want to learn some defense, then we need to work out how were going to do it, how often were going to meet, and where were going to - Is it true, interrupted the girl with the long plait down her back, looking at Harry, that you can produce a Patronus. There was a murmur of interest around the group at this. Yeah, said Harry slightly defensively. A corporeal Patronus. The phrase stirred something in Harrys memory. Er - you dont know Madam Bones, do you. he asked. The girl smiled. Shes my auntie, she said. Im Susan Bones. She told me about your hearing. So - is it really true. You make a stag Patronus. Yes, said Harry. Blimey, Harry. said Lee, looking deeply impressed. I never knew that. Mum told Ron not to spread it around, said Fred, grinning at Harry. She said you got enough attention as it was. Shes not wrong, mumbled Harry and a couple of people laughed. The veiled witch sitting alone shifted very slightly in her seat. And did you kill a basilisk with that sword in Dumbledores office. demanded Terry Boot. Thats what one of the portraits on the wall told me when I was in there last year. Er - yeah, I did, yeah, said Harry. Justin Finch-Fletchley whistled, the Creevey brothers exchanged awestruck looks, and Lavender Brown said wow softly. Harry was feeling slightly hot around the collar now; he was determinedly looking anywhere but at Cho. And in our first year, said Neville to the group at large, he saved that Sorcerous Stone - Sorcerers, hissed Hermione. Yes, that, from You-Know-Who, finished Neville. Hannah Abbotts eyes were as round as Galleons. And thats not to mention, said Cho (Harrys eyes snapped onto her, she was looking at him, smiling; his stomach did another somersault), all the tasks he had to get through in the Triwizard Tournament last year - getting past dragons and merpeople and acromantulas and things. There was a murmur of impressed agreement around the table. Harrys insides were squirming. He was trying to arrange his face so that he did not look too pleased with himself. The fact that Cho had just praised him made it much, much harder for him to say the thing he had sworn to himself he would tell them. Look, he said and everyone fell silent at once, I. I dont want to sound like Im trying to be modest or anything, but. I had a lot of help with all that stuff. Not with the dragon, you https://freewargames.cloud/game/call-of-duty-x-little-caesars-games.php, said Michael Corner at once. That was a seriously cool bit of flying. Yeah, well - said Harry, feeling it would be churlish to disagree. And nobody helped you get rid of those dementors this summer, said Susan Bones. No, said Harry, no, okay, I know I did bits of it without help, but the point Im trying to make is - Are you trying to weasel out of showing us any of this stuff. said Zacharias Smith. Heres an idea, said Ron loudly, before Harry could speak, why dont you shut your mouth. Perhaps the word weasel had affected Ron particularly strongly; in any case, he was now looking at Zacharias as though he would like nothing better than to thump him. Zacharias flushed. Well, weve all turned up to learn from him, and now hes telling us he cant really do any of it, he said. Thats not what he said, snarled Fred Weasley. Would you like us to clean out your ears for you. inquired George, pulling a long and lethal-looking metal instrument from inside one of the Zonkos bags. Or any part of your body, really, were not fussy where we stick this, said Fred. Yes, well, said Hermione hastily, moving on. the point is, are we agreed we want to take lessons from Harry. There was a murmur of general agreement. Zacharias folded his arms and said nothing, though perhaps this was because he was too busy keeping an eye on the instrument in Georges hand. Right, said Hermione, looking relieved that something had at last been settled. Well, then, the next question is how often we do it. I really dont think theres any point in meeting less than once a week - Hang on, said Angelina, we need to make sure this doesnt clash with our Quidditch practice. No, said Cho, nor with ours. Nor ours, added Zacharias Smith. Im sure we can find a night that suits everyone, said Hermione, slightly impatiently, but you know, this is rather important, were talking about learning to defend ourselves against V-Voldemorts Death Eaters - Well said. barked Ernie Macmillan, whom Harry had been expecting to speak long before this. Personally I think this is really important, possibly more important than anything else well do this year, even with our O. s coming up. He looked around impressively, as though waiting for people to cry, Surely not. When nobody spoke, he went on, I, personally, am at a loss to see why the Ministry has foisted such a useless teacher upon us at this critical period. Obviously they are in denial about the return of You-Know-Who, but to give us a teacher who is trying to actively prevent us from using defensive spells - We think the reason Umbridge doesnt want us trained in Defense Against the Dark Arts, said Hermione, is that shes got some. some mad idea Call of duty mobile online Dumbledore could use the students in the school as a kind of private army. She thinks hed mobilize us against the Ministry. Nearly everybody looked stunned at this news; everybody except Luna Lovegood, who piped up, Well, that makes sense. After all, Cornelius Fudge has got his own private army. What. said Harry, completely thrown by this unexpected piece of information. Yes, hes got an army of heliopaths, said Luna solemnly. No, he hasnt, snapped Hermione. Yes, he has, said Luna. What are heliopaths. asked Neville, looking blank. Theyre spirits of fire, said Luna, her protuberant eyes widening so that she looked madder than ever. Great tall flaming creatures that gallop across the ground burning everything in front of - They dont exist, Neville, said Hermione tartly. Oh yes they do. said Luna angrily.
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Professor Trelawney moved into the firelight, and they saw that she was very thin; her large glasses magnified her eyes to several times their natural size, and she was draped in a gauzy spangled shawl. Innumerable chains and beads hung around her spindly neck, and her arms and hands were encrusted with bangles and rings. Sit, my children, sit, she said, and they all climbed awkwardly into armchairs or sank onto poufs. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat themselves around the same Stremeast table. Welcome to Divination, said Professor Trelawney, who had seated herself in a winged armchair in bacheoor of the fire. My name is Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds Streameast the bachelor Inner Eye. Nobody said anything to this extraordinary pronouncement. Professor Trelawney delicately rearranged her shawl and continued, So you have chosen to study Divination, the most difficult of all magical arts. I must warn you at the outset that if you do not have the Sight, there is very little I will be able to teach you. Books can take you only so far in this field. At these words, both Harry and Ron glanced, grinning, Streameast the bachelor Hermione, who looked startled at the news that books wouldnt be much help in this subject. Many witches and wizards, talented though they continue reading in the area of loud bangs and smells and sudden disappearings, are yet unable to penetrate the veiled mysteries of the future, Professor Trelawney recommend apex racing porsche cup sorry on, her enormous, gleaming eyes moving from face to nervous face. It is a Gift granted to few. You, boy, she said suddenly to Neville, who almost toppled https://freewargames.cloud/baldurs-gate/baldurs-gate-how-to-recruit-minthara-list.php his pouf. Is your grandmother well. I think so, said Neville tremulously. I wouldnt be so sure if I were you, dear, said Professor Trelawney, the firelight glinting on her long emerald earrings. Neville gulped. Professor Trelawney continued placidly. We bacyelor be covering the basic methods of Divination this year. The first term will be devoted to reading the tea leaves. Next term we shall progress to palmistry. By the way, my dear, she shot suddenly at Parvati Patil, beware a red-haired man. Parvati gave a startled look at Ron, who was right behind her, and edged her chair away from him. In the second term, Professor Trelawney went on, we shall progress to the crystal Streameast the bachelor - if we have finished with fire omens, that is. Unfortunately, classes will be disrupted in February by a nasty bout of flu. I myself will lose my voice. And around Easter, one of our number will leave us forever. A very tense https://freewargames.cloud/for/gta-vice-city-download-for-android.php followed Streameasst pronouncement, but Professor Trelawney seemed unaware of it. I wonder, dear, she said to Lavender Brown, who was nearest and shrank back in her chair, if you could pass me the largest source teapot. Lavender, looking relieved, stood up, took an enormous teapot from the shelf, and put it down on the table in front of Professor Trelawney. Thank you, my dear. Incidentally, that thing you are dreading - it will happen on Friday the sixteenth of October. Lavender trembled. Now, I want you all to divide into pairs. Collect a teacup from the shelf, come to me, and I will fill it. Then sit down and bchelor, drink until only the dregs remain. Swill these around the cup three times with the left hand, then turn the cup upside down on its saucer, wait for the last of the tea to drain away, then give your cup to your partner to read. You will interpret the patterns using pages five and six of Unfogging the Future. I shall move among you, helping and instructing. Oh, and dear - she caught Neville by the arm as he made to stand up - after youve broken your first cup, would you be so kind as to select one of the blue-patterned ones. Im rather attached to the Streameast the bachelor. Sure enough, Neville had no sooner reached the shelf of teacups when there was a tinkle of breaking china. Professor Trelawney swept over to him holding a dustpan and brush and said, One of the blue ones, then, dear, if you wouldnt mind. thank you. When Harry and Ron had had their teacups filled, they went back to their table and tried to drink the scalding tea quickly. They swilled the dregs around Streameast the bachelor Professor Trelawney had instructed, then drained the cups and swapped them. Right, said Ron as they both opened their books at pages five and six. What can you see in bachelog. A load of soggy brown stuff, said Harry. 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