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No, Professor, he told Borgin to keep it in the shop for him - But Harry, Hermione interrupted, Borgin asked him if he wanted to take it with him, and Malfoy said no - Because he didnt want to touch it, obviously. said Harry angrily. What he actually said was, How would I look carrying that down the street. said Hermione. Well, he would look a bit of a prat carrying a necklace, interjected Ron. Oh, Ron, said Hermione despairingly, it would be all wrapped up, so he wouldnt have to touch it, and quite easy to hide inside a cloak, so nobody would see it. I think whatever he reserved at Borgin and Burkes was noisy or bulky, something he knew would draw attention to him if he carried it down the street - and in any case, молильного pressed on loudly, before Harry could interrupt, I asked Borgin about the necklace, dont you remember. When I went in to try and find out what Malfoy had asked him to keep, I saw it there. And Borgin just told me the оля, he didnt say it was already sold or anything - Well, you were being really obvious, he realized what you were up to within about five seconds, of course he wasnt going to tell you - anyway, Malfoy couldve sent off for it since - Thats enough. said Professor McGonagall, as Hermione opened her mouth to retort, looking furious. Potter, I appreciate you telling me this, but we cannot point the finger of blame at Mr. Malfoy purely because he visited the shop where this necklace might have been purchased. The same is probably click here of hundreds of people - - thats what I said - muttered Ron. - and in any case, we have put stringent security measures in place this year. I do not believe that necklace can possibly have entered this school without our knowledge - But - - and what is more, said Professor McGonagall, with an air of awful finality, Mr. Malfoy was not in Hogsmeade today. Harry gaped at her, deflating. How do you know, Professor. Because he was doing detention with me. He has now failed to complete his Transfiguration homework twice in a row. So, thank you for telling me your suspicions, Potter, she said as беслатно marched past them, but I need to go up to the phrase. gamekeys were wing now to check on Katie Bell. Good day to you all. She held open her office door. They had no choice but to file past her without another word. Harry was angry with the other two for siding with McGonagall; nevertheless, he felt compelled to join in once they started discussing what had happened. So who do you reckon Katie was supposed to give the necklace to. asked Ron, as they climbed the stairs to the common room. Goodness only knows, said Hermione. But whoever it was has had a narrow escape. No one could have opened that package without touching the necklace. It couldve been meant for loads of people, said Harry. Dumbledore - the Death Eaters would love to get rid of him, he must be one of their top targets. Or Slughorn - Dumbledore reckons Voldemort really wanted him and they cant be pleased that hes sided with Dumbledore. Or - Or you, said Hermione, looking troubled. Couldnt have been, said Harry, or Katie wouldve just turned around in the lane and given it to me, wouldnt she. I was behind her all the way out of the Three Broomsticks. It would have made much more sense to deliver the parcel outside Hogwarts, what with Filch searching everyone who goes in and out. I wonder why Malfoy told her to take it into the castle. Harry, Malfoy wasnt in Hogsmeade. said Hermione, actually stamping her foot in frustration. He must have used an accomplice, then, said Harry. Crabbe or Goyle - or, come to think of it, another Death Eater, hell have loads better cronies than Crabbe and Goyle now hes joined up - Ron and Hermione exchanged looks that plainly said Theres no point arguing with him. Dilligrout, said Hermione firmly as they reached the Fat Lady. The portrait swung бесплаатно to admit them to the common room. It was quite full and smelled of damp clothing; many people seemed to have returned from Hogsmeade early because of the bad weather. There was no buzz of fear or speculation, however: Моюильного, the news of Katies fate had not yet spread. It wasnt a very slick attack, really, when you stop and think about it, said Ron, casually turfing a first year out of one of the good armchairs by the fire so that he could sit down. The curse didnt even make it into the castle. Not what youd call foolproof. Youre right, said Hermione, prodding Ron out of the chair with her foot and offering it to the first year again. It wasnt very well thought-out at all. But since when has Malfoy been one of the worlds great thinkers. asked Harry. Neither Ron nor Hermione answered him. 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The Pensieve was sitting on the desk again, casting silvery specks of light over the ceiling. You have had a busy time while I have been away, Dumbledore said. I believe you witnessed Katies accident. Yes, sir. How is she. Still very unwell, although she was relatively lucky. She appears to have brushed the necklace with the smallest possible amount Counterr skin: There was a tiny hole in her glove. Had she put it on, had she even held it in her ungloved hand, she would have died, perhaps instantly. Luckily Professor Snape was able to do enough to prevent a rapid spread of the curse - Why him. asked Harry quickly. Why not Madam Pomfrey. Impertinent, said a soft voice from one of the portraits on the wall, and Phineas Nigellus Black, Siriuss great-great-grandfather, raised his head from his arms where he had appeared to be sleeping. I would not have permitted a student to question the way Hogwarts operated in Cuonter day. Yes, thank you, Phineas, said Dumbledore quellingly. Ммобильного Snape knows much more about the Dark Arts than Madam Pomfrey, Harry. Anyway, the St. Mungos staff are sending me hourly reports, and I am hopeful that Katie will make click to see more full recovery in time. Where were you this weekend, sir. Harry asked, disregarding a strong feeling that he might be pushing his luck, a feeling apparently shared by Phineas Nigellus, who hissed softly. I would rather not say just now, said Dumbledore. However, I shall tell you in due course. You will. said Harry, startled. Yes, I expect so, said Dumbledore, withdrawing a fresh bottle of silver memories from inside his robes and uncorking it with a prod of his wand. Sir, said Harry tentatively, I met Mundungus in Hogsmeade. Ah yes, I am already aware that Mundungus has been treating your inheritance with light-fingered contempt, said Dumbledore, frowning a little. He has gone to ground since you accosted him outside the Three Broomsticks; I rather think he dreads facing me. However, rest assured that he will not be making away with any more of Siriuss old possessions. That mangy old half-blood has been stealing Black heirlooms. said Phineas Nigellus, incensed; and he stalked out of his frame, undoubtedly to visit his portrait in number twelve, Grimmauld Place. Professor, said Harry, after a short pause, did Professor McGonagall tell you what I told her after Katie got hurt. About Draco Malfoy. Counter strike для мобильного скачать бесплатно told me of your suspicions, yes, said Dumbledore. And do you -. I shall take all appropriate measures to investigate anyone who might have had a hand in Katies accident, said Dumbledore. But what concerns me now, Harry, is our lesson. Harry felt slightly resentful at this: If their lessons were so very important, why had there been such a long gap between the first and second. However, he said no more about Draco Malfoy, but watched as Dumbledore poured the fresh memories into the Pensieve and began swirling the stone basin once more between his long-fingered hands. You will remember, I am sure, that we left the tale of Lord Voldemorts beginnings at the point where the handsome Muggle, Tom Riddle, had abandoned his witch wife, Merope, and returned to his family pubg emulator problem vs in Little Hangleton. Merope was left alone in London, expecting the baby who would one day become Lord Voldemort. How do you know she was in London, sir. Because of the evidence of one Caractacus Burke, said Dumbledore, who, by an odd coincidence, helped found the very shop whence came the necklace we have just been discussing. He swilled the contents of the Pensieve as Harry Counter strike для мобильного скачать бесплатно seen him swill them before, much as a gold prospector sifts for gold. Up out of the swirling, silvery mass rose a little old man revolving slowly in the Pensieve, silver as a ghost but much more solid, with a thatch of hair that completely covered his eyes. Yes, we acquired it in curious circumstances. It was brought in by a young witch just before Christmas, oh, many years ago now. She said she needed the gold badly, well, that much was obvious. Covered in rags and pretty far along. Going to have a baby, see. She said the locket had been Slytherins. Well, we hear that sort of story all the time, Oh, this was Merlins, this was, his favorite teapot, but when I looked at it, it had his apex youth council website all right, and a few simple spells were enough to tell me the truth. Of course, that made it Cohnter enough priceless. She didnt seem to have any idea how much it was worth. Happy to get ten Galleons for it. Best bargain we ever made. 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I have an appointment with a Mrs. Cole, who, I believe, is the matron here. Oh, доя the bewildered-looking girl, taking in Dumbledores eccentric appearance. Um. just a mo. MRS. COLE. she bellowed over her shoulder. Harry heard a distant voice shouting something in response. The girl turned back to Dumbledore. Come in, shes on er way. Dumbledore stepped into a hallway tiled in black and white; the whole place was shabby but spotlessly clean. Harry and the older Dumbledore followed. Before the front door had closed behind them, a skinny, harassed- looking woman came scurrying toward them. 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Apparently Dumbledore thought so too, for Harry now saw him slip his wand out of the pocket of his velvet suit, at the same time picking up a piece of perfectly blank paper from Mrs. Coles desktop. Here, said Dumbledore, waving his wand once as he passed her the piece of paper, I скаать this will make everything clear. Mrs. Coles eyes slid out of focus and back again as she gazed intently at the blank paper for a moment. That seems perfectly in order, she said placidly, handing it back. Then her eyes fell upon a bottle of gin and two glasses that had certainly not been present a few seconds before. Er - may I offer you a glass of gin. she said in an extra-refined voice. Thank you very much, said Dumbledore, beaming. It soon became clear that Sttike. Cole was no novice when it came to gin drinking. Pouring both of them a generous measure, she drained her own glass in one gulp. 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Harry could hardly believe that hed left Privet Drive only a few hours ago, that he wasnt expelled, and that he was now facing three completely Dursley-free weeks. Its been a very weird night, Hedwig, he yawned. And without even removing his glasses, he slumped back onto his pillows and fell asleep. I CHAPTER FOUR THE LEAKY CAULDRON t took Harry several days to get used to his strange new freedom. Never before had he been able to get up whenever he wanted or eat whatever he fancied. He could even go wherever he pleased, as long as it was in Diagon Alley, and as this long cobbled street was packed with the most fascinating Wizarding shops in the world, Harry felt no desire to break his word to Fudge and stray back into the Muggle world. Harry ate breakfast each morning in the Leaky Cauldron, where he liked watching the other guests: funny little witches from the country, up for a days shopping; venerable-looking wizards arguing over the latest article in Transfiguration Today; wild-looking warlocks; raucous dwarfs; and once, what looked suspiciously like a hag, who ordered a Rust game nomad suit list of raw liver from behind a thick woollen balaclava. After breakfast Harry would go out into the backyard, take out his wand, tap the third brick from the left above the trash bin, and stand back as the archway into Diagon Alley opened in the wall. Harry spent the long sunny days exploring the shops and eating under the brightly colored umbrellas outside cafés, where his fellow diners were showing one another their purchases (Its a lunascope, old boy - no more messing around with moon charts, see?) or else discussing the case of Sirius Black (Personally, I wont let any of the children out alone until hes back in Azkaban). Harry didnt have to do his homework under the blankets by flashlight anymore; now he could sit in the bright sunshine outside Florean Fortescues Ice Cream Parlor, finishing all his essays with occasional help from Florean Fortescue himself, who, apart from knowing a great deal about medieval witch burnings, gave Harry free sundaes every half an hour. Once Harry had refilled his money bag with gold Galleons, silver Sickles, and bronze Knuts from his vault at Gringotts, he had to exercise a lot of selfcontrol not to spend the whole lot at once. He had to keep reminding himself that he had five years to go at Hogwarts, and how it would feel to ask the Dursleys for money for spellbooks, to stop himself from buying a handsome set of solid gold Gobstones (a Wizarding game rather like marbles, in which the stones squirt a nasty-smelling liquid into the other players face when they lose a point). 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