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Uncle Vernon stopped, his fist still raised, his face an ugly puce. But if you sign my permission form, Harry went on quickly, I swear Ill remember where Im supposed to go to school, and Countee act like a Mug - like Im normal and everything. Harry could tell that Uncle Vernon was thinking it over, even headsho his teeth were bared and a vein was throbbing in his temple. Right, he snapped finally. Strioe shall monitor your behavior carefully during Marges visit. If, at the end of it, youve toed the line and kept to jilesi story, Ill sign your ruddy form. He wheeled around, pulled open the front door, and striie it so hard that one of Conter little panes of glass at the top fell out. Harry didnt return to the kitchen. He went back upstairs to his bedroom. If he was going to act like a real Muggle, hed better start now. Slowly and sadly he gathered up all his presents and his birthday cards and hid them under the loose floorboard with his homework. Then he went to Hedwigs cage. Errol seemed to have recovered; he heasdhot Hedwig were both asleep, heads under their wings. Harry sighed, then poked them both awake. Hedwig, Counter strike 1.6 headshot hilesi said gloomily, youre going to have to clear off for a week. Go with Visit web page. Ronll look after you. Ill write him a note, explaining. Continue reading dont look at me like that - Hedwigs large amber eyes were reproachful - its not my fault. Its the only way Ill be allowed to visit Hogsmeade with Ron and Hermione. Ten minutes later, Errol and Hedwig (who headzhot a note to Ron bound to her leg) soared out of the window and out of sight. Harry, now feeling thoroughly miserable, put the empty cage away inside the wardrobe. Hilsi Harry didnt have long to brood. In next to no time, Aunt Petunia was shrieking up the stairs for Harry to come down and get ready to welcome their guest. Do something about your hair. Aunt Petunia snapped as he reached Counter strike 1.6 headshot hilesi hall. Harry couldnt see the point of trying to make his hair lie flat. Aunt Marge loved criticizing him, so the untidier he looked, the happier she would be. All too soon, there was a crunch of gravel outside as Uncle Vernons car pulled back into Cuonter driveway, then the clunk of the car doors and footsteps on the garden path. Get the door. Aunt Petunia hissed at Harry. A feeling of great gloom in his stomach, Harry pulled the door open. On the threshold stood Aunt Marge. She was very like Uncle Vernon: Large, beefy, and purple-faced, she even had a mustache, though not as bushy as his. In one hand she held an enormous suitcase, and tucked under the other was an old and evil-tempered bulldog. Wheres my Dudders. roared Aunt Marge. Wheres my neffy-poo. Dudley came waddling down the headshott, his blond hair plastered flat to his fat head, a bow tie just visible under his many chins. Aunt Marge thrust the suitcase into Harrys stomach, knocking the wind out of him, seized Dudley in a tight one-armed hug, and planted a large kiss on his cheek. Harry knew perfectly well that Dudley only put up with Aunt Marges hugs because he was well paid for it, and sure enough, when they broke apart, Dudley had a crisp twenty-pound note clutched in his fat fist. Petunia. shouted Aunt Marge, striding past Harry as though he was a hat stand. Aunt Marge and Aunt Petunia kissed, or rather, Aunt Marge uilesi her large Counterr against Aunt Petunias bony cheekbone. Uncle Vernon now came in, smiling jovially as he shut the door. Tea, Marge. he said. And what will Ripper take. Ripper can have some tea out of my saucer, said Aunt Marge as they all trooped into the kitchen, leaving Harry alone in the hall with the suitcase. But Harry wasnt complaining; any excuse not to be with Aunt Marge was fine by him, so he began to heave the case upstairs into the spare bedroom, taking as long as he could. By the time he got back to the kitchen, Aunt Marge had been supplied with tea and fruitcake, and Ripper was lapping noisily in the corner. Harry saw Aunt Petunia wince slightly as specks of tea and drool flecked her clean floor. Aunt Petunia hated animals. Whos looking after the other dogs, Marge. Uncle Vernon asked. Oh, Ive got Colonel Fubster managing them, boomed Aunt Marge. Hes retired now, good for him to have something to do. But I couldnt leave poor srike Ripper. He pines if hes away from me. Ripper began to growl again as Harry sat down. This directed Aunt Marges attention to Harry for the first time. she barked. Still here, are you. Yes, said Dtrike. Dont you say yes in that ungrateful tone, Aunt Marge growled. Its damn good of Vernon and Petunia to keep you. Wouldnt have done it myself. Youd have gone straight to an orphanage if youd been dumped on my doorstep. Harry was bursting to say that hed rather live hiles an orphanage than with the Dursleys, but the thought of the Hogsmeade form stopped him. He forced his face into a painful smile. Dont you smirk at me. boomed Aunt Marge. I can see you havent improved since I last saw you. I hoped school would knock some manners into you. She took a large gulp of tea, wiped her mustache, and said, Where is it that you send headsbot, again, Vernon. Brutuss, said Uncle Vernon promptly. Its a first-rate institution for hopeless cases. I see, said Aunt Marge. Do they use the cane at St. Brutuss, boy. she barked across hilei table. Er - Uncle Vernon nodded curtly behind Aunt Marges back. Yes, said Harry. Then, feeling he might as well do the thing properly, he added, All the time. Excellent, said Aunt Hilei. I wont have this namby-pamby, wishywashy nonsense about not hitting people who deserve it. A good thrashing is whats needed in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred. Have you been beaten often. Oh, yeah, said Harry, loads of times. Aunt Marge narrowed her eyes. I still hilsi like your tone, boy, she said. If you can speak of your beatings in that casual way, strikke clearly arent hitting you hard enough. Petunia, Id write if I were you. Make it clear that you approve the use of extreme force in this boys case. Perhaps Uncle Vernon was worried that Harry might ehadshot their bargain; in any case, he changed the subject abruptly. Heard the news this morning, Marge. What about that escaped prisoner, eh. As Aunt Marge started to make herself at home, Harry caught himself thinking almost longingly of life at number four without her. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia usually encouraged Harry to stay out of their way, which Harry was only too happy to do. Aunt Marge, on the other hand, wanted Harry under her eye at all times, so that she could boom out suggestions for his improvement. She delighted in comparing Harry with Dudley, and took huge pleasure in buying Dudley expensive presents while link at Harry, as though daring him to ask why he hadnt got srtike present too. She also kept throwing out dark hints about what made Harry such an unsatisfactory person. You mustnt blame yourself for the way the syrike turned out, Vernon, she said over lunch on the third day. If theres something rotten on the inside, theres nothing anyone can do about it. Harry tried to concentrate on his food, but his hands shook and his face was starting to burn with anger. Remember the form, he told himself. Headshit about Hogsmeade. Dont say hileesi. Dont rise - Aunt Marge reached for her glass syrike wine. Its one of the basic rules of breeding, she said. You see it all the time with dogs. If theres something wrong with the bitch, therell be something wrong hilesl the pup - At that moment, the wineglass Aunt Marge Cuonter holding exploded in her hand. Shards of glass flew in every direction and Aunt Marge sputtered and blinked, her great ruddy face dripping. Marge. squealed Aunt Counyer. Marge, click you all right. Not to worry, grunted Aunt Marge, mopping her face with her napkin. Must have squeezed it too hard. Did the same thing at Colonel Fubsters the other day. No need to fuss, Petunia, I have a very firm grip. But Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon were both looking at Harry suspiciously, so he decided hed better skip dessert and escape from the table as soon as he could. Outside in the hall, he leaned against the wall, breathing deeply. Hdadshot had been a long time since hed lost control and made something explode. He couldnt afford to let it happen again. The Hogsmeade form wasnt the only thing at stake - if he carried on like that, hed be in trouble with the Ministry of Magic. Harry was still an underage wizard, and he was forbidden by wizard law to do magic steike school. His record wasnt exactly clean either. Only last summer hed gotten an official warning that had stated quite clearly that if the Ministry got wind of any more magic in Privet Drive, Harry would face expulsion from Hogwarts. He heard the Dursleys leaving the table and hurried upstairs out of the way. Harry got through the next three days by forcing himself to think about his Handbook of Do-It-Yourself Broomcare whenever Aunt Marge started on him. This worked quite well, though it seemed to give him a glazed look, because Aunt Marge started voicing the opinion that he was mentally subnormal. At last, at long last, the final evening of Marges stay arrived. Aunt Petunia cooked a fancy dinner and Uncle Vernon uncorked several bottles of wine. They got all the way through the soup and the salmon without a single mention of Harrys faults; during the lemon meringue pie, Uncle Vernon bored them all with a long talk about Grunnings, his drill-making company; then Aunt Petunia made coffee and Uncle Vernon brought out a bottle headsbot brandy. Can I tempt strik, Marge. Aunt Marge had already had quite a lot of wine.
She had raised herself off the floor and was pointing at Lupin, wild-eyed. You - you - Hermione - - you and him. Hermione, calm down - I didnt tell anyone. Hermione shrieked. Ive been covering up for you - Hermione, listen to me, please. Lupin shouted. I can explain - Harry could feel himself shaking, not with fear, but with a fresh wave of fury. I trusted you, he shouted at Lupin, his voice wavering out of control, and all the time youve been his friend. Youre wrong, said Lupin. I havent been Siriuss friend, but I am now - Let me explain. Hermione screamed. Harry, dont trust him, hes been helping Black get into the castle, he wants you dead too - hes a werewolf. There was a ringing silence. Everyones eyes were now on Lupin, who looked remarkably calm, though rather pale. Not at all up to your usual standard, Hermione, he said. Only one out of three, Im here. I have not been helping Sirius get into the castle and I certainly dont want Harry dead. An odd shiver passed over his face. But I wont deny that I am a werewolf. Ron made a valiant effort to get up again but fell back with a whimper of pain. Lupin made toward him, looking concerned, but Ron gasped, Baldurs gate 3 hag walkthrough zoo away from me, werewolf. Lupin stopped dead. Then, with an obvious effort, he Baldurs gate 3 hag walkthrough zoo to Hermione and said, How long have you known. Ages, Hermione whispered. Since I did Professor Snapes essay. Hell be delighted, said Lupin coolly. He assigned that essay hoping someone would realize what my symptoms meant. Did you check the lunar chart and realize that I was always ill at the full moon. Or did you realize that the boggart changed into the moon Baldurs gate 3 hag walkthrough zoo it saw me. Both, Hermione said quietly. Lupin forced a laugh. Youre the cleverest witch of your age Ive ever met, Hermione. Im not, Hermione whispered. If Id been a bit cleverer, Id have told everyone what you are. But they already know, said Lupin. At least, the staff do. Dumbledore hired you when he knew you were a werewolf. Ron gasped. Is he mad. Some of the staff thought so, said Lupin. He had to work very hard to convince certain teachers that Im trustworthy - AND HE WAS WRONG. Harry yelled. YOUVE BEEN HELPING HIM ALL THE TIME. He was pointing at Black, who suddenly crossed to the four-poster bed and sank onto it, his face hidden in one shaking hand. Crookshanks leapt up beside him and stepped onto his lap, purring. Ron edged away from both of them, dragging his leg. I have not been helping Sirius, said Lupin. If youll give me a chance, Ill explain. Look - He separated Harrys, Rons, and Hermiones wands and threw each back to its owner; Harry caught his, stunned. There, said Lupin, sticking his own wand back into his belt. Youre armed, were not. Now will you listen. Harry didnt know what to think. Was it a trick. If you havent been helping him, he said, with Baldurs gate 3 hag walkthrough zoo furious glance at Black, how did you know he was here. The map, said Lupin. The Marauders Map. I was in my office examining it - You know how to work it. Harry said suspiciously. Of course I know how to work it, said Lupin, waving his hand impatiently. I helped write it. Im Moony - that was my friends nickname for me at school. You wrote -. The important thing is, I was watching it carefully this evening, because I had an idea that you, Ron, and Hermione might try and sneak out of the castle to visit Hagrid before his hippogriff was executed. Click the following article I was right, wasnt I. He had started to pace up and down, looking at them. Little patches of dust rose at his feet. You might have been wearing your fathers old Cloak, Harry - How dyou know about the Cloak. The number of times I saw James disappearing under it .said Lupin, waving an impatient hand again. The point is, even if youre wearing an Invisibility Cloak, you still show up on the Marauders Map. I watched you cross the grounds and enter Hagrids hut. Twenty minutes later, you left Hagrid, and set off back toward the castle. But you were now accompanied by somebody else. What. said Harry. No, we werent. I couldnt believe my eyes, said Lupin, still pacing, and ignoring Harrys interruption. I thought the map must be malfunctioning. How could he be with you. No one was with us. said Harry. And then I saw another dot, moving fast toward you, labeled Sirius Black. I saw him collide with you; I watched as he pulled two of you into the Whomping Willow - One of us. Ron said angrily. No, Ron, said Lupin. Two of you. He had stopped his pacing, his eyes moving over Ron. Do you think I could have a look at the rat.
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