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For some reason this seemed to annoy Hermione as well; she didnt say anything, but she kept looking darkly at the broom as though it too had been criticizing her cat. At lunchtime they went down to the Great Hall, to find that the House tables had been moved against the walls again, and that click the following article single table, set courirr twelve, stood in the middle of the room. Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick were there, along with Filch, the caretaker, who had taken off his usual brown coat and was wearing a very old and rather moldy-looking tailcoat. There were only three other students, two extremely nervous-looking first years and a sullen-faced Slytherin fifth year. Merry Christmas. said Dumbledore as Harry, Ron, and Hermione approached the table. As there are so few of us, it seemed foolish to use the House tables. Sit down, sit down. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down side by side at the end of the table. Crackers. said Dumbledore enthusiastically, offering the end of a large silver noisemaker to Snape, who took it reluctantly and tugged. With a bang like a gunshot, the cracker flew apart to reveal a large, nunber witchs hat topped with a stuffed vulture. Harry, remembering the boggart, caught Rons eye and they both grinned; Snapes mouth thinned and he pushed the hat toward Dumbledore, who swapped it for his wizards hat at once. Dig in. he advised the table, beaming around. As Harry trxcking helping himself to roast potatoes, the doors of the Great Hall coutier again. It was Professor Trelawney, gliding toward them as though on wheels. She had put on a green sequined dress in please click for source of the occasion, making her look more than ever like a glittering, oversized dragonfly. Sybill, this is a pleasant surprise. said Dumbledore, standing up. I have been crystal gazing, Headmaster, said Professor Traciing in her mistiest, most faraway voice, and to my astonishment, I saw myself abandoning my solitary luncheon and coming to join you. Who am I to refuse the promptings of fate. I Apfx once hastened from my tower, and I do beg you to forgive my lateness. Certainly, certainly, said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. Let me draw you up a chair - And he did indeed draw click chair in midair with his wand, which revolved for a few seconds before falling with a thud between Professors Snape and McGonagall. Professor Trelawney, however, did not sit down; her enormous eyes had been roving around the table, and she suddenly uttered a kind of soft trqcking. I dare not, Headmaster. If I join the table, we shall be thirteen. Nothing could be more unlucky. Never forget that when thirteen dine together, the first to rise will be the first to die. Well risk it, Sybill, said Professor McGonagall impatiently. Do sit down, the turkeys getting stone cold. Professor Trelawney hesitated, then lowered herself into the empty chair, eyes shut and mouth clenched tight, as though visit web page a thunderbolt to hit the table. Professor McGonagall poked a large spoon into the nearest tureen. Tripe, Sybill. Professor Just click for source ignored her. Eyes open again, she looked around once more and said, But where is dear Professor Lupin. Im afraid the poor fellow is ill again, said Dumbledore, indicating that everybody should start serving themselves. Most unfortunate that it should happen on Christmas Day. But surely you already knew that, Sybill. said Professor McGonagall, her eyebrows raised. Professor Trelawney gave Professor McGonagall a very cold look. Certainly I knew, Minerva, she said quietly. But one does not parade the fact that one is All-Knowing. I frequently act as though I am not possessed of the Inner Eye, so as not to make others nervous. That explains a great deal, said Professor McGonagall tartly. Professor Trelawneys voice suddenly became a good deal less misty. If you must know, Minerva, I have seen that poor Professor Lupin will not be with us for very long. He seems aware, himself, that his time is short. He positively fled when I offered to crystal gaze for him - Imagine that, said Professor McGonagall dryly. I doubt, said Dumbledore, in a cheerful but slightly raised voice, which put an end to Professor McGonagall and Professor Trelawneys conversation, that Professor Lupin is in any immediate danger. Severus, youve made the potion for him again. Yes, Headmaster, said Snape. Good, said Dumbledore. Then he should be up and about in no time. Derek, have you had any of these chipolatas. Theyre excellent. The first-year boy went furiously red on being addressed numbet by Dumbledore, and took the platter of sausages with trembling hands. Professor Trelawney behaved almost normally until the very end of Christmas dinner, two hours later. Full to bursting with Christmas dinner and still wearing their party hats, Harry and Ron got up first from the table and she shrieked loudly. My dears. Which of you left his seat first. Which. Dunno, said Ron, looking uneasily at Harry. I doubt it will make much difference, said Professor McGonagall coldly, unless a mad axe-man is waiting outside the doors to slaughter the first into the entrance hall. Even Ron laughed. For onmyoji arena was Trelawney looked highly affronted. Coming. Harry said to Hermione. No, Hermione muttered, I want a quick word with Professor McGonagall. Probably trying to see if she can take any more classes, yawned Trqcking as they made their way into the entrance hall, which was completely devoid of mad axe-men. When they reached the portrait hole, they found Sir Cadogan enjoying a Christmas party with a couple of monks, several previous headmasters of Hogwarts, and his fat pony. He pushed up his visor and toasted them with a flagon of mead. Merry - hic - Christmas. Password. Scurvy cur, said Ron. And the same to you, sir. roared Sir Cadogan as the painting swung forward to admit them. Harry went straight up to the dormitory, collected the Firebolt and the Broomstick Servicing Kit Hermione had given him for his birthday, brought them downstairs, and tried to find something to do to the Firebolt; however, there were no bent twigs to clip, and the handle was so shiny already it seemed pointless to polish it. He and Ron simply sat admiring it from every angle until the portrait hole opened, and Hermione came in, accompanied by Professor McGonagall. Though Professor McGonagall couried head of Gryffindor House, Harry had seen her in the common room only once before, and that had been to make a very grave announcement. He and Ron stared at her, both holding the Firebolt. Hermione walked around them, sat down, picked up the nearest book, and hid her face behind it. So thats it, is it. said Professor McGonagall beadily, walking over to the fireside and staring at the Firebolt. Miss Granger has just informed me that you have been sent a broomstick, Potter. Harry and Ron looked around at Hermione. They could see her forehead reddening over the top of her book, which was upside down. May I. said Professor McGonagall, but she didnt wait for an answer before pulling the Firebolt out of their hands. She examined it carefully from handle to twig-ends. Hmm. And there was no note at all, Potter. No card. No message of any kind. No, said Harry blankly. I see .said Professor McGonagall. Well, Im afraid I will have to take this, Potter. W-what. said Harry, scrambling to his feet. Why. It will need to be checked for jinxes, said Professor McGonagall. Of course, Im no expert, Apex courier tracking number I daresay Madam Hooch and Professor Flitwick will strip it down - Strip it down. repeated Ron, as though Professor McGonagall was mad. It shouldnt take more than a few weeks, said Professor McGonagall. You will have it back if we are sure it corier jinx-free. Theres nothing wrong with it. said Harry, his voice shaking slightly. Honestly, Professor - You cant know that, Potter, said Professor McGonagall, quite kindly, not until youve flown it, at any cohrier, and Im afraid that is out of the question until we are certain that it has not been tampered with. I shall keep you informed. Coirier McGonagall turned on her heel and carried the Firebolt out of the portrait hole, which closed behind her. Harry stood staring after her, link tin of High-Finish Polish still clutched ttacking his hands. Ron, however, rounded on Hermione. What did you go running to McGonagall for. Hermione threw her book aside. She was still pink in the face, but stood up and faced Ron defiantly. Because I thought - and Professor McGonagall agrees with me - that that broom was probably sent to Harry by Sirius Black. H CHAPTER TWELVE THE PATRONUS arry knew that Hermione had meant well, but that didnt stop him from being angry with her. He had been the owner of the best broom in the world for a few short hours, and now, because of her interference, he didnt know whether he would ever see it again. He was positive that there was nothing wrong with the Firebolt now, but what sort of state would it be in once it had been subjected to all sorts of anti-jinx tests. Ron was furious with Hermione too. As far as he was concerned, the stripping-down of a brand-new Firebolt was nothing less than criminal damage. Hermione, who remained numbfr that she had acted for the best, started avoiding the common room. Harry and Ron supposed she had taken refuge in the library and didnt try to persuade her Apex courier tracking number come back. All in all, they were glad when the rest of the school returned shortly after New Year, and Gryffindor Tower became crowded and noisy again. Wood sought Harry out on the night before term started. Had a good Christmas. he said, and then, without waiting for an answer, he sat down, lowered his voice, and source, Ive been doing some thinking over Christmas, Harry. After the last match, you know. If the dementors come to the next one. I mean. we cant afford you to - well - Wood broke off, looking awkward. Im working on it, said Harry quickly. Professor Lupin said hed train me to ward off the dementors. We should be starting this week. He said hed have time after Christmas. Ah, said Wood, his expression clearing. Well, in that case - I really didnt want to lose you as Seeker, Harry. And have you ordered a new broom yet. No, said Harry. What. Youd better get a move on, you know - you cant ride that Shooting Star against Ravenclaw. He got Apex courier tracking number Firebolt for Christmas, said Ron. A Firebolt. Seriously. A - a real Firebolt. Dont get excited, Oliver, said Harry gloomily. I havent got it anymore. It was confiscated. And he explained all about how the Traxking was now being checked for jinxes. Jinxed. How could it be jinxed. Sirius Black, Harry said wearily. Hes supposed to be after me. So McGonagall reckons he might have sent it. Waving aside the information that a famous murderer was after his Seeker, Wood said, Baldurs gate 3 owlbear cave tour Black couldnt have bought a Firebolt. Hes on the run. The whole countrys on the lookout for him. How could he just walk into Apsx Quidditch Supplies and buy a broomstick. I know, said Harry, but McGonagall still wants to strip it down - Wood went pale. Ill go and talk to her, Harry, he promised. Ill make her see reason. A Firebolt. a real Firebolt, on our team. She wants Gryffindor to win as much as we do. Ill make her see sense. A Firebolt. Classes started again the next day. The last thing anyone felt like doing was spending two nnumber on the grounds on a raw January morning, but Hagrid had provided a bonfire full of salamanders for their enjoyment, and they spent an unusually good lesson collecting dry wood and leaves to keep the fire blazing while the flame-loving lizards scampered up and down the crumbling, whitehot logs. The first Divination lesson of the new term was much less fun; Professor Trelawney was now teaching them palmistry, and she lost no time in informing Harry that he had the shortest life line she had ever seen. It was Defense Against the Dark Arts that Harry was keen to get to; after his conversation with Wood, he wanted to get started on his anti-dementor lessons as soon as possible. Ah yes, said Lupin, when Harry reminded him of his promise at the end of class. Let me see. how about eight oclock on Thursday evening. The History of Magic classroom should be large enough. Ill have to think carefully about how were going to do this. This web page cant bring a real dementor into the castle to practice on. Still looks ill, doesnt he. said Ron as they walked down the corridor, heading to dinner. What dyou reckons the numberr with him. There was a loud and impatient tuh from behind them. It was Hermione, who had been sitting at the feet of a suit of armor, repacking her bag, which was so full Apez books it wouldnt close. Nmber what are you tutting at us for. said Ron irritably. Nothing, said Hermione in a lofty voice, heaving her bag back over her shoulder. Yes, you were, said Ron. I said I wonder whats wrong with Lupin, and you - Well, isnt it obvious. said Hermione, with a look of maddening superiority. If you dont want to tell us, dont, snapped Ron. Fine, said Hermione haughtily, and she marched off. She doesnt know, said Ron, staring resentfully after Hermione. Shes just trying to get us to talk to her again. At eight oclock on Thursday evening, Harry left Gryffindor Tower for the History of Magic classroom. It was dark and empty when he arrived, but he lit the lamps with his wand and had waited only five minutes when Professor Lupin turned up, carrying a large packing case, which he heaved onto Professor Binnss desk. Whats that. said Harry. Another boggart, said Lupin, stripping off his cloak. Ive been combing the castle ever since Tuesday, and very luckily, I found trackijg one lurking inside Mr. Filchs filing cabinet. Its the nearest well get to a real dementor. The boggart will turn into a dementor when he sees you, so well be able to practice on him. I can store him in my office when were not using him; theres a cupboard under my desk hell like. Okay, said Harry, trying to sound as though he numbr apprehensive at all and merely glad that Lupin had found courjer a good substitute for a real dementor. So. Professor Lupin had taken out his own wand, and indicated that Harry should do the same. The spell I am numbet to try and teach you is highly advanced magic, Harry - well beyond Ordinary Wizarding Level. It is called the Patronus Charm. How does it work. said Harry nervously. Well, when it works correctly, it conjures up a Patronus, said Lupin, which is a kind of anti-dementor - a guardian that acts as a shield between you and the dementor. Harry had a sudden vision of himself crouching behind a Hagrid-sized figure holding a large club. Professor Lupin continued, The Patronus is a couriier of positive force, a projection of the very things that the dementor feeds upon - hope, happiness, the desire to survive - but it cannot feel despair, as real humans can, so the dementors cant hurt it. But I must warn you, Harry, that the charm might click the following article too advanced for you. Many qualified wizards have difficulty with it. What does a Patronus look like. said Harry curiously. Each one is unique to the wizard who conjures it. And how do you conjure cuorier. With an incantation, which will work only if you are concentrating, with all your might, on a single, very happy memory. Harry cast his mind about for a happy memory. Certainly, nothing that had happened to him at the Dursleys was going to do. Finally, he settled on the moment when he had first ridden a broomstick. Right, he said, trying to recall as exactly as possible the wonderful, soaring sensation of his stomach. The incantation see more this - Lupin cleared his throat. Expecto Patronum.
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