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A pair of enormous purple toads sat gulping wetly and feasting on dead blowflies. A gigantic tortoise with a jewel-encrusted shell was glittering near the window. Poisonous orange snails were oozing slowly up the side of their glass tank, and a fat white rabbit kept changing into a silk top hat and back again with a loud popping noise. Then there were cats of every color, a noisy cage of ravens, a basket of funny custard-colored furballs that were humming loudly, and on the counter, a vast cage of sleek apex key for biology 2 rats that were playing some sort of skipping game using their long, bald tails. The double-ended newt wizard left, and Ron approached the counter. Its my rat, he told the witch. Hes been a bit off-color ever since I brought him back from Egypt. Bang him on the counter, said the witch, pulling a pair of heavy black spectacles out of her pocket. Ron lifted Scabbers pubg hd wallpapers for pc pictures of his inside pocket and placed him next to the cage of his fellow rats, who stopped their skipping tricks and scuffled to the wire for a better look. Like nearly everything Ron owned, Scabbers the rat was second-hand (he had once belonged to Rons brother Percy) and a bit battered. Next to the glossy rats in the cage, he looked especially woebegone. Hm, said the witch, picking up Scabbers. How old is this rat. Dunno, said Ron. Quite old. He used to belong to my brother. What powers does he have. said the witch, examining Scabbers closely. Er - The truth was that Scabbers had never shown the faintest trace of interesting powers. The witchs eyes moved from Scabberss tattered left ear to his front paw, which had a toe missing, and tutted loudly. Hes been through the mill, this one, she said. He was like that when Percy gave him to me, said Ron defensively. An ordinary common or garden rat like this cant be expected to live longer than three years or so, said the witch. Now, if you were looking for something a bit more hard-wearing, you might like one of these - She indicated the black rats, who promptly started skipping again. Ron muttered, Show-offs. Well, if you dont want a replacement, you can try this rat tonic, said the witch, reaching under the counter and bringing out a small red bottle. Baldurs gate romance hero, said Ron. How much - OUCH. Ron buckled as something huge and orange came soaring from the top of the highest cage, landed on his head, and then propelled itself, spitting madly, at Scabbers. NO, CROOKSHANKS, NO. cried the witch, but Scabbers shot from between her hands like a bar of soap, landed splay-legged on the floor, and then scampered for the door. Scabbers. Ron shouted, racing out of the shop after him; Harry followed. It took them nearly ten minutes to catch Scabbers, who had taken refuge under a wastepaper bin outside Quality Quidditch Supplies. Ron stuffed the trembling rat back into his pocket and straightened up, massaging his head. What was that. It was either a very big cat or quite a small tiger, said Harry. Wheres Hermione. Probably getting her owl - They made their way back up the crowded street to the Magical Menagerie. As they reached it, Hermione came out, but she wasnt carrying an owl. Her arms were clamped tightly around the enormous ginger cat. You bought that monster. said Ron, his mouth hanging open. Hes gorgeous, isnt he. said Hermione, glowing. That was a matter of opinion, thought Harry. The cats ginger fur was thick and fluffy, but it was definitely a bit bowlegged and its face looked grumpy and oddly squashed, as though it had run headlong into a brick wall. Now that Scabbers was out of sight, however, the cat was purring contentedly in Hermiones arms. Hermione, that thing nearly scalped me. said Ron. He didnt mean to, did you, Crookshanks. said Hermione. And what about Scabbers. said Ron, pointing at the lump in his chest pocket. He needs rest and relaxation. Hows he going to get it with that thing around. That reminds me, you forgot your rat tonic, said Hermione, slapping the small red bottle into Rons hand. And stop worrying, Crookshanks will be sleeping in my dormitory and Scabbers in yours, whats the problem. Poor Crookshanks, that witch said hed been in there for ages; no one wanted him. I wonder why, said Ron sarcastically as they set off toward the Leaky Cauldron. They found Mr. Weasley sitting in the bar, reading the Daily Prophet. Harry. he said, smiling as he looked up. How are you. Fine, thanks, said Harry as he, Ron, Baldurs gate romance hero Hermione joined Mr. Weasley with all their shopping. Weasley put down his paper, and Harry saw the now-familiar picture of Sirius Black staring up at him. They still havent caught him, then. he asked. No, said Mr. Weasley, looking extremely grave. Theyve pulled us all off our regular jobs at the Ministry to try and find him, but no luck so far. Would we get a reward if we caught him. asked Ron.
Uncle Vernon had threatened to lock Harry in the shed if he came home after Dudley again, so, stifling a yawn, still scowling, Harry set off toward the park gate. Magnolia Road, like Privet Drive, was full of large, square houses with perfectly manicured lawns, all owned by large, square owners who drove very clean cars similar to Uncle Vernons. Harry preferred Little Whinging by night, when the curtained windows made patches of jewel-bright colors in the darkness and he ran no danger of hearing disapproving mutters about his delinquent appearance when he passed the householders. He walked quickly, so that halfway along Magnolia Road Dudleys gang Pubg names quiz into view again; they were saying their farewells at the entrance to Magnolia Crescent. Harry stepped into the shadow of a large lilac tree and waited. squealed like a Pubg names quiz, didnt he. Malcolm was saying, to guffaws from the others. Nice right hook, Big D, said Piers. Same time Pubf. said Dudley. Round at my place, my parents are out, said Gordon. See you then, said Dudley. Bye Dud. See ya, Big D. Harry waited for the rest of the gang to move on before setting off again. When their voices had faded once more he headed around the corner into Magnolia Crescent and by walking very quickly he soon came within hailing distance of Dudley, who was strolling along at his ease, humming Puubg. Hey, Big D. Dudley turned. Oh, he grunted. Its you. How long have you been Big D then. said Harry. Shut it, snarled Dudley, turning away again. Cool name, said Harry, grinning and falling into step beside his cousin. But youll always be Ickle Diddykins to me. I qiz, SHUT IT. said Dudley, whose ham-like hands had curled into fists. Dont the boys know thats what your mum calls you. Shut your face. You dont tell her to shut her face. What about Pubg names quiz and Dinky Diddydums, can I use them then. Dudley said nothing. The effort of keeping himself from hitting Harry seemed to be demanding all his self-control. So whove you been beating up tonight. Harry asked, his grin fading. Another ten-year-old. I know you did Mark Evans two Pubg names quiz ago - He was asking for it, snarled Dudley. Oh yeah. He cheeked me. Yeah. Did Pubg names quiz say you look like a pig thats been taught to walk on its hind legs. Cause thats not cheek, Dud, thats true. A muscle was twitching in Dudleys jaw. It gave Harry enormous satisfaction to know how furious he was making Dudley; he felt as though he was siphoning off his own frustration into his cousin, the only outlet he had. They turned right down the narrow alleyway where Harry had first seen Sirius and which formed a quix between Magnolia Crescent and Wisteria Walk. It was empty and much darker than the streets it linked because there were no streetlamps. Their footsteps were muffled between garage walls on one side and a high fence on the other. PPubg youre a big man carrying that thing, dont you. Dudley said after a few seconds. What thing. That - link thing youre hiding. Harry grinned again. Not as stupid as you look, are you, Dud. But I spose if you were, you wouldnt be able to walk and talk at the same time. Harry pulled out his wand. He saw Dudley look sideways at it. Youre Pbg allowed, Dudley said at once. I know youre not. Youd get expelled from that freak school you go to. How dyou know they havent changed the rules, Big D. They havent, said Dudley, though he didnt sound completely convinced. Harry laughed softly. You havent got the guts to take me on without that thing, have you. Dudley snarled. Whereas you just need four mates behind you before you can beat up a ten-year-old. You know that boxing title you keep banging on about. How old was your opponent. Seven. Eight. He was sixteen for your information, quis Dudley, and he was out cold for twenty minutes after Id finished with him and he was twice as heavy as you.
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