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Oooh, who tried to get upstairs. they giggled happily, leaping to their feet and ogling Harry and Ron. Me, said Ron, who was still rather disheveled. I didnt realize that would happen. Its not fair. he added to Harry, as the girls headed off for the portrait hole, still giggling madly. Hermiones allowed in our dormitory, how come were not allowed -. Well, its an old-fashioned rule, said Hermione, who had just slid neatly onto a rug in front of them and was now getting to her feet, but it says in Hogwarts: A History that the founders thought boys were less trustworthy than girls. Anyway, why were you trying to get in there. To ojun you - look at this. said Ron, dragging her over to the notice board. Hermiones eyes slid rapidly down the notice. Her expression became stony. Someone must have blabbed to her. Ron said angrily. They cant have done, said Hermione in a low voice. Youre so naive, said Ron, read article think just because youre all honorable and trustworthy - No, they cant have done because I put a jinx on that piece of parchment we all signed, said Hermione grimly. Believe me, if anyones run off and told Umbridge, well know exactly who they are and they will really regret it. Whatll happen to them. said Ron oyuun. Well, put it this way, said Hermione, itll make Eloise Midgens acne look like a couple of cute freckles. Come on, lets get down to breakfast and see what the others think. I wonder whether this has been put up in all the Houses. It was immediately apparent on entering the Great Hall that Umbridges sign had not only appeared in Gryffindor Tower. There was a peculiar intensity about the chatter and an extra measure of movement in the Hall as people scurried up and down their tables conferring on what they had read. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had barely taken their seats when Neville, Dean, Fred, George, and Ginny descended upon them. Did you see it. Dyou reckon she knows. What are we going to do. They were all looking at Harry. He glanced around to make sure there were no teachers near them. Were going to do it anyway, of course, he said quietly. Knew youd say that, said George, beaming and thumping Harry on the arm. The prefects as well. said Fred, looking quizzically at Ron and Hermione. Of course, said Hermione coolly. Here comes Ernie and Hannah Abbott, said Ron, looking over his shoulder. Diablo son oyun those Ravenclaw blokes and Smith. and no one looks very spotty. Hermione looked alarmed. Never mind spots, the idiots cant come over here now, itll look really suspicious - sit down. she mouthed Diavlo Ernie and Hannah, gesturing frantically to them to don the Hufflepuff table. Later. Well - talk - to - you - later. Ill tell Michael, said Ginny impatiently, swinging herself off her bench. The fool, honestly. She hurried off toward the Ravenclaw table; Harry watched her go. Cho was sitting not far away, talking to the curly-haired friend she had brought along to the Hogs Head. Would Umbridges notice scare her off meeting them again. But the full repercussions of the sign were not felt until they were leaving the Great Hall for History of Magic. Harry. Ron. It was Angelina and she was hurrying toward them looking perfectly desperate. Its okay, said Harry quietly, when she was near enough to hear him. Were still going to - You realize shes including Quidditch in this. Angelina said over him. We have to go and ask permission to re-form the Gryffindor team. What. said Harry. No way, said Ron, appalled. You read the sign, it mentions teams too. So listen, Harry. I am saying this for the last time. Please, please dont lose your temper with Umbridge again or she might not let us play anymore. Okay, okay, said Harry, for Angelina looked as though she was on the verge of tears. Dont worry, Ill behave myself. Bet Umbridge is in History of Magic, said Ron grimly, as they set off for Binnss lesson. She hasnt inspected Binns yet. Bet you anything shes there. But he was wrong; the only teacher present when they entered was Professor Binns, floating an more info or so above his chair as usual and preparing to continue his monotonous drone on giant wars. Harry did not even attempt to follow what he was saying today; he doodled idly on his parchment ignoring Hermiones frequent glares and nudges, until a particularly painful poke in the ribs made him look up angrily. What. She pointed at the window. Harry looked around. Hedwig was perched on the narrow window ledge, gazing through the thick glass at him, a letter tied to her leg. Harry could not understand it; they had just had breakfast, why on earth hadnt she delivered the letter then, as usual. Many of his classmates were pointing out Hedwig to each other too. Oh, Ive always loved that owl, shes so beautiful, Harry heard Lavender sigh to Parvati. Possible rust game not responding chrome the glanced around at Professor Binns who continued to read his notes, serenely unaware that the classs attention was even less focused upon him than usual. Harry slipped quietly off his chair, crouched down, and hurried along the row to the window, where he slid the catch and opened it very slowly. He had expected Hedwig to hold out her leg so that he could remove the letter and then fly off to the Owlery, but the moment the window was open wide enough Diabli hopped inside, hooting dolefully. He closed the window with an anxious glance at Professor Binns, crouched low again, and sped back to his seat with Hedwig on his shoulder. He regained his seat, transferred Hedwig to his lap, and made to remove the letter tied to her leg. It was only then that he realized that Hedwigs feathers were oddly ruffled; some were bent the wrong way, and she was holding one of her wings at an odd angle. Shes hurt. Harry whispered, bending his head low over her. Hermione and Ron leaned in closer; Hermione even put down her quill. Look - theres something wrong with her wing - Hedwig was quivering; when Harry made to touch the wing she gave a little jump, all her xon on end as though she was inflating herself, and gazed at him reproachfully. Professor Binns, said Harry loudly, and everyone in the class turned to look at him. Im not feeling well. Professor Binns raised his eyes from his notes, looking amazed, as always, to find the room in front of him full sno people. Not feeling well. he repeated hazily. Not Diabpo all well, said Harry firmly, getting to his feet while concealing Hedwig behind his back. So I think Ill need to go to the hospital wing. Yes, said Professor Binns, clearly very much wrong-footed. Yes. yes, hospital wing. well, off you go, then, Perkins. Once outside the room Harry returned Hedwig to his shoulder and hurried off up the corridor, pausing to think oyunn when he was out of sight of Binnss door. His first choice of somebody to cure Hedwig would have been Hagrid, of course, but as he had no idea where Hagrid was, his only remaining option was to find Professor Grubbly-Plank and hope she would help. He peered out of a window at the blustery, overcast grounds. There was no sign of her anywhere near Hagrids cabin; if she was not teaching, she was probably in the staffroom. He set off downstairs, Hedwig hooting feebly as she swayed on lyun shoulder. Two stone gargoyles flanked the staffroom door. As Harry approached, one of them croaked, You should be in class, sunny Jim. This is urgent, said Harry curtly. Ooooh, urgent, is it. said the other gargoyle in a high-pitched voice. Well, thats put us in our place, hasnt it. Harry knocked; he heard footsteps and then the door opened and he found himself face-to-face sno Professor McGonagall. You havent been given another detention. she said at once, her square spectacles flashing alarmingly. No, Professor. said Harry hastily. Well then, why are you out of class. Its urgent, apparently, said the second gargoyle snidely. Im looking for Professor Grubbly-Plank, Harry explained. Its my owl, shes injured. Injured owl, did you say. Professor Grubbly-Plank appeared at Professor McGonagalls shoulder, smoking a pipe and holding a copy of the Daily Prophet. Yes, said Harry, lifting Hedwig carefully off his shoulder, she turned up after the other post owls and her wings all funny, look - Professor Grubbly-Plank Diabo her pipe firmly between her teeth and took Hedwig from Harry while Professor McGonagall watched. Hmm, said Professor Grubbly-Plank, her pipe waggling slightly as she talked. Looks like somethings attacked her. Cant think what would have done it, though. Thestrals will sometimes go for birds, of course, but Hagrids got the Hogwarts thestrals well trained not to touch owls. Harry neither knew nor cared what thestrals were, he just wanted to know that Hedwig was going to be all right. Professor McGonagall, however, looked sharply at Harry and said, Do you know how far Dizblo owls traveled, Potter. Er, said Harry. From London, I think. He met her eyes briefly and knew that she understood London to mean number twelve, Grimmauld Place by the way her eyebrows had joined in the middle. Professor Grubbly-Plank pulled a monocle out of the inside of her robes and screwed it into her eye to examine Hedwigs wing closely. I should be able to sort this out if you leave her with me, Potter, she said. She shouldnt be flying long distances for a few days, in any case. Er - right - thanks, said Harry, just as the bell rang for break. No problem, said Professor Grubbly-Plank gruffly, turning back into the staffroom. Just a moment, Wilhelmina. said Professor McGonagall. Potters letter. Oh yeah. said Harry, who had momentarily forgotten the scroll tied to Hedwigs leg. Professor Grubbly-Plank handed it over and then disappeared into the staffroom carrying Hedwig, who was staring at Harry as though unable to believe he would give her away like this. Feeling slightly guilty, he turned to go, but Professor McGonagall called him back. Potter. Yes, Professor. She glanced up and down the corridor; there were students coming from both directions. Bear in mind, she said quickly and quietly, her eyes on the scroll in his hand, that channels of communication in and out of Hogwarts may be being watched, wont you. I - said Harry, but the flood of students rolling along the corridor was almost upon him. Professor McGonagall gave him a curt nod and retreated into the staffroom, leaving Harry to be swept out into the courtyard with the crowd. Here he spotted Ron and Hermione already standing in a sheltered corner, their cloak collars turned up against the wind. Harry slit open the scroll as he Diablo son oyun toward them and found five words in Siriuss handwriting: Today, same time, same place. Is Hedwig okay. asked Hermione anxiously, the moment he was within earshot. Can baldurs gate 3 faith leap trial report right! did you take her. asked Ron. To Grubbly-Plank, said Harry. And I met McGonagall. Listen. And he told them what Dkablo McGonagall had said. To his surprise, neither of the others looked shocked; on the contrary, they exchanged significant looks. What. said Harry, looking from Ron to Hermione and back again. Well, I was just saying to Ron. what if someone had tried to intercept Hedwig. I mean, shes never been hurt on a flight before, has she. Whos the letter from anyway. asked Ron, taking the Diabpo from Harry. Snuffles, said Harry quietly. Same time, same place. Does soon mean the fire in the common room. Obviously, said Hermione, also reading the note. She looked uneasy. I just hope nobody else has read this. But it was still sealed and everything, said Harry, trying to convince himself as much as her. And nobody would understand what it meant if they didnt know ouyn wed iyun to him before, would they. I dont know, said Hermione anxiously, hitching her bag back over her shoulder as the bell rang again. It wouldnt be exactly difficult to reseal the scroll by magic. And if anyones watching the Floo Network. but I dont really see how we can warn him not to come without that being intercepted too. They trudged down the stone steps to the dungeons for Potions, all three of them lost in thought, but as they reached the bottom of the stairs they were recalled to themselves by the voice of Draco Malfoy, who was standing just outside Snapes classroom door, waving around an official-looking piece of parchment and talking much louder than was necessary so that they could hear every word. Yeah, Umbridge gave the Slytherin Quidditch team permission to continue playing straightaway, I went to so her first thing this morning. Well, it was pretty much automatic, I mean, she knows my father really well, hes always popping in and out of the Ministry. Itll be interesting to see whether Gryffindor are allowed to keep playing, wont it. Dont read article, Hermione whispered imploringly som Harry and Ron, who were both watching Malfoy, faces set and fists clenched. Its what he wants. I mean, said Malfoy, raising his voice a little more, his gray eyes oyum malevolently in Harry and Rons direction, if its a question of influence with the Ministry, I dont Dablo theyve got much chance. From what my father says, theyve been looking for an excuse to sack Arthur Weasley for years. And as for Potter. My father says its a matter of time before the Ministry has him carted off to St. Mungos. apparently theyve got a special ward for people whose brains have been addled by magic. Malfoy made a grotesque face, his mouth sagging open and his eyes rolling. Crabbe and Goyle gave their usual grunts of laughter, Pansy Parkinson shrieked with glee. Something collided hard ohun Harrys shoulder, oyhn him sideways. A split second later he realized that Neville had just charged past him, heading straight for Malfoy. Neville, no. Harry leapt forward and seized the back of Nevilles robes; Neville struggled frantically, his fists flailing, trying desperately to get at Malfoy who looked, for a moment, extremely shocked. Help me. Harry flung at Ron, managing to get Diablp arm around Nevilles neck and dragging him backward, away from the Slytherins. Crabbe and Goyle were now flexing their arms, closing in front of Malfoy, ready for the fight. Ron hurried forward and seized Nevilles arms; together, he and Harry succeeded Dialo dragging Neville back into the Gryffindor line. Nevilles face was scarlet; the pressure Harry was exerting on his throat rendered him quite incomprehensible, but odd words spluttered from his mouth. Not. funny. dont. Mungos. show. him. The dungeon door opened. Snape appeared there. His black eyes swept up the Gryffindor line to the point where Harry and Ron were wrestling with Neville. Fighting, Potter, Weasley, Longbottom. Snape said in his cold, sneering voice. Ten points from Gryffindor. Release Longbottom, Potter, or it will be detention.
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