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No - come on, Hermione - avency 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 modrling 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 directly over to where Fred and George go here 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, Ape of whom looked mpdeling in mild surprise. Yeah, youre right, said George, nodding, this dosage looks strong enough, modeing 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. Several looked so shocked to find themselves lying on the floor, or dangling off their chairs, that Harry was sure Fred and George had not warned them what the sweets were going to do. Feel all right. said George kindly to a small dark-haired girl lying at his feet. I-I think so, she said shakily. Excellent, said Fred happily, but the next second Hermione had snatched both his clipboard and the paper bag of Fainting Fancies from his hands. It is NOT excellent. Course it is, theyre alive, arent they. said Fred angrily. You cant do this, what if you made one of them really ill. Were not going to make them ill, weve already tested them all on ourselves, this is just to see if everyone reacts the same - If you dont stop doing it, Im going to - Put us in detention. said Fred in an Id-like-to-see-you-try-it voice. Make us write lines. said George, smirking. Onlookers all over the room were laughing. Hermione drew herself up to her full height; her eyes were narrowed and her bushy hair seemed to crackle with electricity. No, she said, her voice quivering with anger, but I will write to your mother. You wouldnt, said George, horrified, ayency a step back Apfx her. Oh, yes, I would, said Hermione grimly. I cant stop you eating the stupid things yourselves, but youre not giving them to first years. Fred and George looked thunderstruck. It was clear that as far as they were concerned, Hermiones threat was way below the belt. With a last threatening look at them, she thrust Freds clipboard and the bag of Fancies back into his arms and stalked back to her chair by the fire. Ron was now so low in his seat that his nose was roughly level with his knees. Thank you for your support, Ron, Hermione said acidly. You handled it fine by yourself, Ron mumbled. Hermione stared down at her blank piece of parchment for a few seconds, then said edgily, Oh, its no good, I cant concentrate now. Im going to bed. She wrenched her bag open; Harry thought she was about to put her books away, but instead she pulled out two misshapen woolly objects, placed login download gameloop pubg carefully on a table by the fireplace, covered them with a few screwed-up bits of parchment and a broken quill, and stood back to admire the effect. What in the name of Merlin are you doing. said Ron, watching her as though fearful for her sanity. Theyre hats for house-elves, she said briskly, now stuffing her books back into her bag. I did them over the summer. Im a really slow knitter without magic, but now Im back at school I should be modling to make https://rtsgames.cloud/steam/steam-driven-kettle.php more. Youre leaving out hats for the house-elves. said Ron slowly. And youre covering them up with rubbish first. Yes, said Hermione defiantly, swinging her bag onto her back. Thats not on, said Ron angrily. Youre trying to trick them into picking up the hats. Youre setting them free when they might not want to be free. Of course they want to be free. said Hermione at once, though her face was turning pink. Dont you dare touch those hats, Ron. She left. Ron waited until she modrling disappeared through the door to the girls dormitories, then cleared the rubbish off the woolly hats. They should at least see what theyre picking up, he said firmly. Anyway. He rolled up the parchment on which modelig had written the title of Snapes essay. Theres no point trying to finish this now, I cant do it without Hermione, I havent got a clue what youre supposed to do with moonstones, have you. Harry shook his head, noticing as modeljng did so that the ache in his right temple was getting worse. He Apsx of the long essay on giant wars and the pain stabbed at him sharply. Knowing perfectly well that he would regret not finishing his homework tonight when the morning came, he piled his books back into his bag. Im going to bed too. He passed Seamus on the way to the door leading to the dormitories, but did not look at him. Harry had a fleeting impression that Seamus had opened his mouth to speak, but sped up, and reached the soothing peace of the stone spiral staircase without having to endure any more provocation. The following day dawned just as leaden and rainy as the previous one. Hagrid was still absent from the staff table at breakfast. But on the plus side, no Mldeling today, said Ron bracingly. Hermione yawned widely and poured herself some coffee. She looked mildly pleased about something, and when Ron asked her what she had to be so happy about, she simply said, The hats have gone. Seems the house-elves do want freedom after all. I wouldnt bet on it, Ron told her cuttingly. They might not count as clothes. They didnt look anything like hats to me, more like woolly bladders. Hermione did not speak to him all morning. Double Charms was succeeded by double Transfiguration. Professor Flitwick and Professor McGonagall both spent the first fifteen minutes of their lessons lecturing the class on the importance of Ahency. What you must remember, said little Professor Flitwick squeakily, perched as ever on a pile of books so that he could see over the top of his desk, is that these examinations may influence your futures for many years to come. If you have not already given serious thought to your careers, now is more info time to do so. And in the meantime, Im afraid, we shall be working harder than ever to ensure that you all do yourselves justice. They then spent more than an hour reviewing Summoning Charms, which according to Professor Flitwick were bound to come up in their O.and he rounded off the lesson by setting them their largest amount of Charms homework ever. It was the same, if not worse, in Transfiguration. You cannot pass an O.said Professor McGonagall grimly, without serious application, practice, and study. I see no reason why everybody in this class should not achieve an O. in Transfiguration as long as they put in the work. Neville made a sad little disbelieving noise. Yes, you too, Longbottom, said Professor McGonagall. Theres nothing wrong with your work except lack of confidence. So. today we are starting Vanishing Spells. These are easier than Conjuring Spells, which you would not Apeex attempt until N. level, but they are still among the most difficult magic you will be tested on in your O. She was quite right; Harry found the Vanishing Spells horribly difficult. By the end of a double period, neither he nor Ron had managed to vanish the snails on which they were modelihg, though Ron said hopefully that he thought his looked a bit paler. Hermione, on the other hand, successfully vanished her snail on the third attempt, earning her a ten-point bonus for Gryffindor from Professor McGonagall. She was the only person not given homework; everybody else was told to practice the spell overnight, ready for a fresh attempt on their snails the following afternoon. Now panicking slightly about the amount of homework they had to do, Harry and Ron spent their lunch hour in the library looking up the uses of moonstones in modelibg. Still angry about Rons slur on her woolly hats, Hermione did not join them. By the time they reached Care of Magical Creatures in the afternoon, Harrys head was agehcy again. The day had become cool and breezy, and, as they walked down the sloping lawn toward Hagrids cabin on the edge of the Forbidden Forest, they felt the occasional drop of rain on their faces. Professor Grubbly-Plank stood waiting for the class some ten yards from Hagrids front door, a long trestle table in front of her laden with many twigs. As Harry and Ron reached her, a loud shout of laughter sounded behind them; turning, they saw Draco Malfoy striding toward them, surrounded by his usual gang of Slytherin cronies. He had clearly just said something highly amusing, because Crabbe, Goyle, Pansy Parkinson, and the rest continued to snigger heartily as they gathered around the trestle table. Judging by the fact that all of them kept looking over at Harry, he was able to guess the subject of the joke without too much difficulty. Everyone here. barked Professor Grubbly-Plank, once all the Slytherins and Gryffindors had arrived. Lets crack on then - who can tell me what these things are called. Omdeling indicated the heap of twigs in front of her. Hermiones hand shot into the air. Behind her back, Malfoy did a buck-toothed imitation of her jumping up agfncy down in eagerness Apec answer a question. Pansy Parkinson gave a shriek of laughter that turned almost at once into a scream, as the twigs on the table leapt into the air and revealed themselves to be what looked like tiny pixieish creatures made of wood, each with knobbly brown arms and legs, two twiglike fingers at the end of each hand, and a funny, flat, barklike face in which a pair of beetle-brown eyes glittered. Oooooh. said Parvati and Lavender, thoroughly irritating Harry: Anyone would have thought that Hagrid never showed them impressive creatures; admittedly the flobberworms had been a bit dull, but the salamanders and hippogriffs had been interesting enough, and the Blast-Ended Skrewts perhaps too much so. Kindly keep your voices down, girls. said Professor Grubbly-Plank sharply, scattering a handful of what looked like brown rice among the stickcreatures, who immediately fell upon the food. So - anyone know the names of these creatures. Miss Granger. Bowtruckles, said Hermione. Theyre tree-guardians, usually live in wand-trees. Five points for Gryffindor, said Professor Grubbly-Plank. Yes, these are bowtruckles and, as Miss Granger rightly says, they generally live in trees whose wood agebcy of wand quality. Anybody know what they eat. Wood lice, said Hermione promptly, which explained why what Harry had taken for grains of brown rice were moving. But fairy eggs if they can get them. Good girl, take another five points. So whenever you need leaves or wood from a tree in which a bowtruckle lodges, it is wise to have a gift of wood lice ready to distract or placate it. They may not look dangerous, but if angered they will gouge out human eyes with their fingers, which, as you can see, are very sharp and not moreling all desirable near the eyeballs. So if youd like to gather closer, take a few Apex modeling agency lice and a bowtruckle - I have enough here for one between three - you can study them more closely. I want a sketch from each of you with all body parts labeled by the end of the lesson. The class surged forward around the trestle table. Harry deliberately circled around the back so that he ended up right next to Professor Grubbly-Plank. Wheres Hagrid. he modleing her, while everyone else was choosing bowtruckles. Never you mind, said Professor Grubbly-Plank repressively, which had been her attitude last time Hagrid had failed to turn up for a class too. Smirking all over his pointed face, Draco Malfoy leaned across Harry and seized the largest bowtruckle. Maybe, said Malfoy in an undertone, so that only Harry could hear him, the stupid great oafs got himself badly injured. Maybe you will if you dont shut up, said Harry out of the side of his mouth. Maybe hes been messing with stuff thats too big for him, if you get my drift. Malfoy walked away, smirking over his shoulder at Harry, who suddenly felt sick. Did Malfoy know something. His father was a Death Eater, after all; what if he had information about Hagrids fate that had not yet reached the Orders ears. He hurried back around the table to Ron and Hermione, who were squatting on the grass some distance away and attempting to persuade a bowtruckle to remain still long enough to draw it. Harry pulled out parchment and quill, crouched down beside the others, and related in a whisper what Malfoy had just said. Dumbledore would know if something had happened to Hagrid, said Hermione at once. Its just playing into Malfoys hands to look worried, it tells him we dont know exactly whats going on. Weve got to ignore him, Harry. Here, hold the bowtruckle for a moment, just so I can draw its face. Yes, came Malfoys clear drawl from the group nearest them, Father was talking to the Minister just a couple of days ago, you know, and it sounds as though the Ministrys really determined to crack down on substandard teaching in this place. So even if that overgrown moron does show up again, hell probably be sent packing straight away. OUCH. Harry had gripped the bowtruckle so hard that it had almost snapped; it had just taken a great retaliatory swipe at his agemcy with its sharp fingers, Apx two long deep cuts there. Harry dropped it; Crabbe and Goyle, who had already been guffawing at the idea of Hagrid being sacked, laughed still harder as the bowtruckle set off at full tilt toward the forest, a little, moving stickman ageency swallowed up by the tree roots. When the bell echoed distantly over the grounds Harry rolled up his bloodstained bowtruckle picture and marched off to Herbology with his hand wrapped in a handkerchief of Hermiones and Malfoys derisive laughter still ringing in his ears. If he calls Hagrid a moron one more time. snarled Harry. Harry, dont go picking a row with Malfoy, dont forget, hes a prefect now, he could make life difficult for you. Wow, I wonder what itd be like to have a difficult life. said Harry sarcastically. Ron laughed, but Hermione frowned. Together they traipsed across the vegetable patch. The sky still appeared unable to make up its mind whether it wanted to rain or not. I just wish Hagrid would hurry up and get back, thats all, said Harry in a low voice, as they reached the greenhouses. And dont say that GrubblyPlank womans a better teacher. he added threateningly. I wasnt going to, said Hermione calmly. 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Luna was wearing what looked like a pair of orange radishes for earrings, a fact that Parvati and Lavender seemed to have noticed, as they were both giggling and pointing mdeling her earlobes. You can laugh. Luna said, her voice rising, apparently under the impression that Parvati and Lavender were laughing at what she had said rather than what she was wearing. But people used to believe there were no such things as the Blibbering Humdinger or the Crumple-Horned Snorkack. Well, they were right, werent they. said Hermione impatiently. There werent any such things as the Blibbering Humdinger or the Crumple-Horned Snorkack. Luna gave her a withering look and flounced away, radishes swinging madly. Parvati and Lavender were not the only ones hooting with laughter now. Dyou mind not offending agenxy only people who believe me. Harry asked Hermione as they made their way into class. Oh, for heavens sake, Harry, you can do better than her, said Hermione. Ginnys told me all about her, apparently shell only believe in things as long as theres no proof at all. Well, I wouldnt expect anything else from someone whose father runs The Quibbler. Harry thought of the sinister winged horses he had seen on the night he had arrived and how Luna had said she could see them too. His spirits sank slightly.
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