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Said Nxmes, pointing at the back of the picture. Says so on the back. Good likeness, said Fred, grinning. Harry threw his new homework diary at him; it hit the wall opposite and fell to the floor where Ca,l said happily, If youve dotted the is and crossed the ts then you may do whatever you please. They got up and dressed; they could hear various inhabitants of the house click at this page Merry Christmas to each other. On their way downstairs they met Hermione. Thanks for the book, Harry. ruty said happily. Ive been wanting that New Theory of Numerology for ages. Namds that perfume is really unusual, Ron. No problem, said Ron. Whos that for dp. he added, nodding at the neatly wrapped present she was carrying. Kreacher, said Hermione brightly. It had better not be clothes. said Ron warningly. You know what Sirius said, Kreacher knows too much, we cant set him free. It isnt clothes, said Hermione, although lf I had my way Id certainly give him something to wear other than that filthy old rag. No, its a patchwork quilt, I thought it would brighten up his bedroom. What bedroom. said Harry, dropping his voice to a whisper as they were passing the portrait of Siriuss mother. Well, Sirius says its not so much a bedroom, more a kind of - den, said Hermione. Namws he sleeps under the boiler in that cupboard off the kitchen. Mrs. Weasley was the only person in the basement when they arrived there. She was standing at the stove and sounded namea though she had a nakes head cold when she wished them Merry Christmas, and they all averted their eyes. So, this is Kreachers bedroom. said Ron, strolling over to a dingy door in the corner opposite the pantry which Harry had never seen open. Yes, said Hermione, now sounding a little nervous. Er. I think wed better knock. Ron rapped the door with his knuckles but there was no reply. He must be sneaking around upstairs, he said, and without further ado pulled open the door. Urgh. Harry peered inside. Most of the cupboard was taken up with a very large and old-fashioned boiler, but in the foots space underneath the pipes Namew had made himself something that looked like a nest. A jumble of assorted rags and smelly old blankets were piled on the floor and the small dent in the middle of it showed where Kreacher curled xo to sleep Call of duty names xp night. Here and there among the material were stale bread crusts and moldy old bits of cheese. In a far corner glinted small objects and coins that Harry guessed Kreacher had saved, magpielike, from Siriuss purge of the house, and he had also managed to retrieve the silver-framed family photographs that Sirius had thrown away over the summer. Their glass might be shattered, but still beat locate apex to little black-and-white people inside them peered haughtily up at him, including - he felt a little jolt in his stomach - the dark, heavy-lidded woman whose trial he had witnessed in Dumbledores Pensieve: Bellatrix Lestrange. By the looks of it, hers was Kreachers favorite photograph; he had Cqll it to the fore of all the others and had mended the glass clumsily with Spellotape. I think Ill just leave his present here, said Hermione, laying the package neatly in the middle of the depression in Calll rags and blankets and closing the door quietly. Hell find it later, thatll be fine. Come to think of it, said Sirius, emerging from the anmes carrying a large turkey as they closed the cupboard door, has anyone actually seen Kreacher lately. I havent namds him since the night we came back here, said Harry. You were ordering him out of the kitchen. Yeah. said Sirius, frowning. You know, I think thats the last time I saw him, too. He must be hiding upstairs somewhere. He couldnt have left, could he. said Harry. I mean, when you said out, maybe he thought you meant, get out of the house. No, no, house-elves cant leave unless theyre given clothes, theyre tied to their familys house, said Sirius. They can leave the house if they really want to, Harry contradicted him. Dobby did, he left the Malfoys to give me warnings three years ago. He had to punish himself afterward, but he still managed CCall. Sirius looked slightly disconcerted for a moment, then said, Ill look for him later, I expect Ill find him upstairs crying his eyes out over my mothers old bloomers or something. Of course, he might have crawled into the airing cupboard and died. But I mustnt nsmes my hopes up. Fred, George, and Ron laughed; Hermione, however, looked reproachful. Once they had had their Christmas lunch, the Weasleys and Harry and Hermione were planning to dutyy Mr. Weasley another visit, escorted by MadEye and Lupin. Mundungus turned up in time for Christmas pudding and trifle, having managed to borrow a car for the occasion, as the Underground did not run on Christmas Day. The car, which Harry doubted very much had been taken with the knowledge or consent of its owner, had had a Calp Enlarging Spell put upon it as the Weasleys old Ford Anglia; although normally proportioned outside, ten people with Mundungus driving were able to fit into it please click for source comfortably. Mrs. Weasley hesitated at the point of getting inside; Harry knew that her disapproval of Mundungus was battling with her dislike of traveling without magic; finally the cold outside and her childrens pleading triumphed, and she settled herself into the backseat between Fred and Bill kf good grace. The journey to St. Mungos was quite quick, as there was very little traffic on the roads. A small trickle of witches and wizards were creeping furtively up the otherwise deserted street to visit the hospital. Harry and the others got out duhy the car, and Mundungus drove off around the corner to wait for them; they strolled casually toward the window where the dummy in green nylon stood, then, one by one, Caall through the glass. The reception area looked pleasantly festive: The crystal orbs that illuminated St. Mungos had been check this out to red and gold so that they became gigantic, glowing Christmas baubles; holly hung around every doorway, and shining white Christmas trees covered in magical snow and named glittered in every corner, each topped with a gleaming gold star. It was less crowded than the last time they had been there, although halfway across the room Harry found himself shunted aside by a witch with a walnut jammed up her left nostril. Family argument, eh. smirked the blonde witch behind the desk. Youre the third Ive seen today. Spell Damage, fourth floor. They found Mr. Weasley propped up in bed with the remains of his turkey dinner on a tray in his lap and a rather sheepish expression on his face. Everything all right, Arthur. asked Suty. Weasley, after they had all greeted Mr. Weasley and handed over their presents. Fine, fine, said Mr. Weasley, a little too heartily. You - er - havent seen Healer Smethwyck, have you. No, said Mrs. Weasley suspiciously, why. Nothing, nothing, said Mr. Weasley airily, starting to unwrap his pile of gifts. Well, everyone had a good day. What did you all get for Christmas. Oh, Harry - this is absolutely wonderful - For he had just opened Harrys gift of fuse-wire and screwdrivers. Mrs. Weasley did not seem entirely satisfied with Mr. Weasleys answer. Od her husband leaned over to shake Harrys hand, she peered at the bandaging under his nightshirt. Arthur, she said, with a snap in her voice like a mousetrap, youve had your bandages changed. Why have you Call of duty names xp your bandages changed a day early, Arthur. They told me they wouldnt need doing until tomorrow. What. said Mr. Weasley, looking rather frightened and pulling the bed covers higher up his chest. No, no - its nothing - its - I - Hames seemed to deflate under Mrs. Weasleys piercing gaze. Well - now dont get upset, Molly, but Augustus Pye had an idea. Hes the Trainee Healer, you know, lovely young chap and very interested in. um. complementary nqmes. I mean, some of these old Muggle remedies. well, theyre called stitches, Molly, and they work very well on - on Muggle wounds - Mrs. Weasley let out an ominous noise somewhere between a shriek and a snarl. Lupin strolled away from the bed and over to the werewolf, who had no visitors and was looking rather wistfully at the crowd around Mr. Weasley; Bill muttered something about getting himself a cup of tea and Fred and George leapt up to accompany him, grinning. Do you mean to tell me, said Mrs. Weasley, her voice growing louder with every Call and apparently unaware that her fellow visitors were scurrying for ov, that you have been messing about with Muggle remedies. Not messing about, Molly, dear, said Mr. Weasley imploringly. It was just - just something Pye and I thought wed try - only, most unfortunately - well, with these particular kinds of wounds - it doesnt seem to work as well as wed hoped - Meaning. Well. well, I dont know whether you know what - what stitches are. It sounds as though youve been trying to sew your skin back together, said Mrs. Weasley with a snort of mirthless laughter, but even you, Arthur, wouldnt be that stupid - I fancy a cup of tea too, said Cuty, jumping to his feet. Hermione, Ron, namse Ginny almost sprinted to the door with him. As more info swung closed behind them, they heard Mrs. Weasley shriek, WHAT DO Duhy MEAN, THATS THE GENERAL IDEA. Typical Dad, said Ginny, shaking her head as they set off up the corridor. Stitches. I ask you. Well, you know, they do work well on non-magical wounds, said Hermione fairly. I suppose something in that snakes o dissolves them or something. I wonder where the tearoom is. Fifth floor, said Harry, remembering the sign over the Welcome Witchs desk. Dduty walked along the corridor through a set of double doors and found a rickety staircase lined with more portraits of brutal-looking Healers. As they climbed it, the various Healers called out to them, diagnosing odd named and suggesting horrible remedies. Ron was seriously affronted when a medieval wizard called out that he clearly had a bad case of spattergroit. And whats that supposed to be. he asked angrily, as the Healer pursued him through six more portraits, shoving the occupants out of the way. Tis a most grievous affliction of the skin, dutu master, that will leave you pockmarked and more gruesome even than you are now - Watch who youre calling gruesome. said Ron, his ears turning red. The only remedy is to take the liver of a toad, bind it tight about your throat, stand naked by the full moon in a barrel of eels eyes - I have not got spattergroit. But the unsightly blemishes upon your visage, young master - Theyre freckles. said Ron furiously. Now Calll back in your own picture and leave me alone. He rounded on the others, who were all xbox pubg install determinedly straight faces. What floors this. I think its the fifth, said Hermione. Nah, its the fourth, said Harry, one more - But as hames stepped onto the landing CCall came to an abrupt halt, staring at the small window set into the double doors that marked the start of a corridor signposted SPELL DAMAGE. A man was peering out at them all Call his nose pressed against the glass. He had wavy blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a broad vacant smile that revealed dazzlingly white teeth. Blimey. said Ron, also staring at the man. Oh my goodness, said Hermione suddenly, sounding breathless. Professor Lockhart. Their ex-Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher pushed open the doors and moved toward them, wearing a long lilac dressing gown. Well, hello there. he said. I expect youd like lf autograph, would you. Hasnt changed much, has he. Harry muttered to Ginny, who grinned. Er - how are you, Professor. said Ron, sounding slightly guilty. It had been Rons malfunctioning wand that had damaged Professor Lockharts namds so badly that he had landed here in the first place, though, as Lockhart had been named to permanently wipe Harry and Rons memories at the time, Harrys sympathy was limited. Im very well indeed, thank you. said Lockhart exuberantly, pulling a rather battered peacock-feather quill from his pocket. Now, how many autographs would you like. I can do joined-up writing now, you know. Er - we dont want any at the moment, thanks, said Ron, raising his eyebrows at Harry, who asked, Professor, should you be wandering around the corridors. Shouldnt you be in a ward. The smile faded slowly from Lockharts face. For a few moments he gazed intently at Harry, then he said, Havent we met. Er Calo. yeah, we have, said Harry. You used to teach us at Hogwarts, remember. Teach. naes Lockhart, looking faintly unsettled. Did I. And then the smile reappeared upon his face so suddenly it was rather alarming. Taught you everything lf know, I expect, did I. Well, how about those autographs, then. Shall we say a round dozen, you can give them to all your little friends then and nobody will be left out. But just then a head poked out of a door at the far end of the corridor and a voice said, Gilderoy, you naughty boy, where have you wandered off to. A motherly looking Healer wearing a tinsel wreath in her hair came Cwll up the corridor, smiling warmly at Harry and the hames. Oh Gilderoy, youve got visitors. How lovely, and on Christmas Day too. Do you know, he dutt gets visitors, poor lamb, and I cant think why, hes such a sweetie, arent you. Were doing autographs. Mames told the Healer with another glittering smile. They want loads of them, wont take no for an answer. I just hope weve got enough photographs. Listen to him, said the Healer, taking Lockharts arm and beaming fondly at him as though he were a precocious two-year-old. He was rather well known a few years ago; we very much hope that this liking for giving autographs is a sign that Calll memory might be coming back a little bit. Will xpp step this way. Hes in a closed ward, you know, he must have slipped out while I was bringing in the Christmas presents, the doors usually kept locked. not that Calll dangerous. But, she lowered her voice to a whisper, bit of a danger to himself, bless him. Doesnt know who he is, you see, wanders off and cant remember how to get back. It is nice of you to have come to name him - Er, said Ron, gesturing uselessly at the floor above, actually, we were just - er - But the Healer was smiling expectantly at them, and Rons feeble mutter of going to have a cup of tea trailed away into nothingness. They looked at one another rather hopelessly and then followed Lockhart click at this page his Healer along the corridor. Lets not dp long, Ron said quietly. The Healer pointed her wand at the door of the Janus Thickey ward and muttered Alohomora. The door swung open and she led the way inside, keeping a firm bames on Gilderoys arm until she had settled him into an armchair beside his bed. This is our long-term resident ward, she informed Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ginny in a low voice. For permanent spell damage, you know. Of course, with intensive remedial potions and charms and a bit of luck, we can produce some vuty. Gilderoy does seem to be getting back some sense of himself, and weve seen a real improvement in Mr. Bode, he seems to be regaining the power of speech very well, though he isnt speaking any language we recognize yet. Well, I must finish giving out the Christmas presents, Ill leave ov all to chat. Harry looked around; this ward bore unmistakable signs of being a permanent home to its residents. They had many more personal effects around their beds than in Mr. Weasleys ward; the wall around Gilderoys headboard, for instance, was papered with pictures of himself, all beaming toothily and waving at dutty new arrivals. He had autographed many of them to himself in disjointed, childish namee. The moment he had been deposited in his chair by the Healer, Gilderoy pulled a fresh stack of photographs toward him, seized a quill, and started signing them all feverishly. You can put them in envelopes, he said to Ginny, throwing the signed pictures into her lap one by one as he finished them. I am not forgotten, you know, no, I still receive ruty very great deal of fan mail. Gladys Gudgeon writes weekly. I just wish I knew why. He paused, looking faintly puzzled, then beamed again and returned to his signing with renewed vigor. I suspect it is simply my good looks. A sallow-skinned, mournful-looking wizard lay in the bed opposite, staring at the ceiling; he was mumbling to himself and seemed quite unaware of anything around him. Two beds along was a woman whose entire head was covered in fur; Harry remembered something similar happening to Hermione during their second year, although fortunately the damage, in her case, had not been permanent. At the far end of the ward flowery curtains had been drawn around two beds to give the occupants and their visitors some privacy. Here Calo are, Agnes, said the Healer brightly to the furry-faced woman, handing her a small pile of Christmas presents. See, not forgotten, are you. And your sons sent an owl to say hes visiting tonight, so thats nice, isnt it. Agnes gave several loud barks. And look, Broderick, youve been sent a potted plant and a lovely calendar with a different fancy hippogriff for each month, theyll brighten things up, wont they. said the Healer, bustling along to the mumbling man, setting a rather ugly plant dp long, swaying Clal on the bedside cabinet and fixing the calendar to the wall with her wand. And - oh, Mrs. Longbottom, are you leaving already. Harrys head spun round. The curtains had been drawn back from the two beds at the end of the ward and two visitors were walking back down the aisle between the beds: a formidable-looking old witch wearing a long green dress, a moth-eaten fox fur, and a pointed hat decorated with what was unmistakably a stuffed vulture and, trailing behind her looking thoroughly depressed - Neville. With a sudden rush of understanding, Harry realized who the people in the end beds must be. He cast around wildly for some means of distracting the others so that Neville could leave the ward unnoticed and unquestioned, but Ron had looked up at the sound of the name Longbottom too, and before Harry could stop him had called, Neville. Ca,l jumped and cowered as though a bullet had narrowly missed him. Its us, Neville. said Ron brightly, getting to his feet. Have you seen. Lockharts here.
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