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26.12.2024

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Budge up there, move along. Hagrid. Ron and Hermione squeezed together to give Hagrid enough space to join them. Bin watchin from me hut, said Hagrid, patting a large pair of binoculars around his neck, But it isnt the same as bein in the crowd. No sign of the Snitch yet, eh. Nope, said Ron. Harry mechxnics had much to do yet. Kept outta trouble, though, thats somethin, said Hagrid, raising his binoculars and peering skyward at the speck that was Harry. Way up above them, Harry was gliding over the game, squinting about for some sign of the Snitch. This was part of his and Woods game plan. Keep out of the way until you catch sight of the Snitch, Wood had said. We dont want you attacked before you have to be. When Angelina had scored, Harry had done a couple of loop-the-loops to let off his feelings. Now he was back to staring around for the Snitch. Once he caught sight of a flash of gold, but it was just a reflection from one of the Weasleys wristwatches, and once a Bludger decided to come pelting his way, more like a cannonball than anything, but Harry dodged it and Fred Weasley came chasing after it. All right there, Harry. he had time to yell, as he beat the Bludger furiously toward Marcus Flint. Slytherin in possession, Lee Jordan was saying, Chaser Pucey ducks two Bludgers, two Weasleys, and Chaser Bell, and speeds toward the - wait a moment - was that the Snitch. A murmur ran through the crowd as Adrian Pucey dropped the Quaffle, too busy looking over his shoulder at the flash of gold that had passed his left ear. Harry saw it. In a great rush of excitement he dived downward after the streak of gold. Slytherin Seeker Terence Higgs had seen it, too. Neck and neck they mechankcs toward the Snitch - all the Chasers seemed to have forgotten what they were supposed to be doing as they hung in midair to watch. Harry was faster than Higgs gae he could see the little round ball, wings fluttering, darting up ahead - he put on an extra spurt of speed - WHAM. A roar of rage echoed from the Gryffindors below - Marcus Flint had blocked Harry on purpose, and Harrys broom spun off course, Harry holding on for dear life. Foul. screamed the Gryffindors. Madam Hooch spoke angrily to Flint and then ordered a free shot global version pubg the goalposts for Gryffindor. But in all the confusion, of course, the Golden Snitch had disappeared from sight again. Down free call 10 recorder screen duty of windows download the stands, Dean Thomas was yelling, Send him off, ref. Red card. What are you talking about, Dean. said Ron. Red card. said Dean furiously. In soccer you get shown mechankcs red card and youre out of the game. But this isnt soccer, Dean, Ron reminded him. Hagrid, however, was on Deans side. They oughta change the rules. Flint coulda knocked Harry outta the air. Lee Jordan was finding it difficult not to take sides. So - after that obvious and disgusting bit of cheating - Jordan. growled Professor McGonagall. I mean, after that open and revolting foul - Jordan, Im warning you - All right, all right. Flint nearly kills the Gryffindor Seeker, which could happen to anyone, Im sure, so a penalty to Gryffindor, taken by Spinnet, who puts it away, no trouble, and we continue play, Gryffindor still in possession. It was as Harry dodged another Bludger, which went spinning dangerously past his head, that it erroe. His broom gave a sudden, frightening lurch. For a split second, he thought he was going to fall. He gripped the broom tightly with both his hands and knees. Hed never felt anything like that. It happened again. It was as though the broom was trying to buck him off. But Nimbus Two Thousands did not suddenly decide to buck their riders off. Harry tried to turn back toward the Gryffindor goalposts - he had half a mind to ask Wood to call time-out - and then he realized that his broom was completely out of his control. He couldnt turn it. He couldnt direct it at all. It was zigzagging through the air, and every now and then making violent swishing movements that almost unseated him. Lee was still commentating. Slytherin in possession - Flint with the Quaffle - passes Spinnet - passes UPbg - hit hard in the face by a Bludger, hope it broke his nose - only joking, Professor - Slytherins score - oh no. The Slytherins were cheering. No one seemed to have noticed that Harrys broom was behaving strangely. It was carrying him slowly higher, away from the game, jerking and twitching as it wrror. Dunno what Harry thinks hes doing, Hagrid mumbled. He gake through his binoculars. If I didn know better, Id say hed lost control of his broom. but he cant have. Suddenly, people were pointing up at Harry all over the stands. His broom had started to Pubb over and over, with him only just managing to hold on. Then the whole crowd gasped. Harrys broom had given a wild jerk and Harry swung off it. He was now dangling from it, holding on with only one hand. Did something happen to it when Flint blocked him. Seamus whispered. Cant have, Hagrid erdor, his voice shaking. Cant nothing interfere with a broomstick except mehcanics Dark magic - no kid could do that to a Nimbus Two Thousand. At these words, Baldurs gate 3 multiclass builds list seized Hagrids binoculars, but instead of looking up at Harry, she started looking frantically at the crowd. What are you doing. moaned Ron, gray-faced. I knew it, Hermione gasped, Snape - look. Ron mechannics the binoculars. Snape was in the middle of the stands opposite them. He had his eyes fixed on Harry and was muttering nonstop under his breath. Hes doing something - jinxing the broom, said Hermione. What should we do. Leave it to me. Before Ron could say another word, Hermione had disappeared. Ron turned the binoculars back on Harry. His broom was vibrating so hard, it was almost impossible for him to hang on much longer. The whole crowd was on its feet, watching, terrified, as the Weasleys flew up to try and pull Harry safely onto one of their brooms, but it was no good - every time they got near him, the broom would jump higher still. They dropped lower and circled beneath him, obviously hoping to catch him if he fell. Marcus Flint seized the Quaffle and scored five times without anyone noticing. Come on, Hermione, Ron muttered desperately. Hermione had fought her way across to the stand where Snape stood, and was now racing along the row behind him; she didnt even stop to say sorry as she knocked Professor Quirrell headfirst into the row in front. Reaching Snape, she crouched down, pulled out her Puvg, and whispered a few, wellchosen words. Bright blue flames shot from her wand onto the hem of Snapes robes. Mechanixs took perhaps thirty seconds for Snape to realize that he was on fire. A sudden yelp told her she had done her job. Scooping the fire off him into a little jar in her pocket, she scrambled back along the reror - Snape would never know learn more here had happened. It was enough. Up in the air, Harry was suddenly able to clamber back on to his broom. Neville, you can look. Ron said. Neville had been sobbing into Hagrids jacket for the last five minutes. Harry was speeding toward the ground when the crowd saw him clap his hand to his mouth as though he was about to be sick - he hit the field on all fours - coughed - and something gold fell into his hand. Ive got the Snitch. he shouted, waving it above his head, and the game ended in complete confusion. He didnt catch it, he mecchanics swallowed it, Flint was still howling twenty minutes later, but it made no difference - Harry hadnt broken any rules and Lee Jordan was still happily shouting the results - Gryffindor had won by one hundred and seventy points to sixty. Harry heard none of this, though. He was being made a cup of strong tea back in Hagrids hut, with Ron and Hermione. It was Snape, Ron was explaining, Hermione and I saw him. He was cursing your broomstick, muttering, he wouldnt take his eyes off you. Rubbish, said Hagrid, who hadnt heard a word of what had gone on next to him in the stands. Why would Snape do somethin like that. Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at one another, wondering what to tell him. Harry decided on the truth. I found out something about him, he read more Hagrid. He tried to get past that three-headed dog on Halloween. It bit him. We think he was trying to steal whatever its guarding. Hagrid dropped the teapot. How do you know about Fluffy. he said. Fluffy. Yeah - hes mine - bought him off a Greek chappie I met in the pub las year - I lent him to Dumbledore to guard the - Yes. said Harry eagerly. Now, dont ask me anymore, said Hagrid gruffly. Thats top secret, that is. But Snapes trying to steal it. Rubbish, said Hagrid again. Snapes a Hogwarts teacher, hed do nothin of the sort. So why did he just try and kill Harry. cried Hermione. The afternoons events certainly seemed to have changed her mind about Snape. I know a jinx when I see one, Hagrid, Ive read all about them. Youve got to keep eye contact, and Snape wasnt blinking at all, I saw him. Im tellin yeh, yer wrong. said Hagrid hotly. I don know why Harrys broom acted like that, but Snape wouldn try an kill a student. Now, listen to me, all three of yeh - yer meddlin in things that errpr concern yeh. Its dangerous. You forget that dog, an you forget what its guardin, thats between Professor Dumbledore an Nicolas Flamel - Aha. said Harry, so theres someone called Nicolas Flamel involved, is there. Hagrid looked furious with himself. C Mechanicz TWELVE THE MIRROR OF ERISED hristmas was coming. One morning in mid-December, Hogwarts woke to find itself covered in several feet of snow. The lake froze solid and the Weasley twins were punished for bewitching several snowballs so that they followed Quirrell around, bouncing off the back of his turban. The few owls that managed to battle their way through the stormy sky to deliver mail had to be nursed back to health by Hagrid before they could fly off again. No one could wait for the holidays to start. While the Gryffindor common room and the Great Hall had roaring fires, the drafty corridors had become icy and a bitter wind rattled the windows in the classrooms. Worst of all were Professor Snapes classes down in the dungeons, where their breath rose in a mist before them and they kept as close as possible to their hot cauldrons. I do feel so sorry, said Draco Malfoy, one Potions class, for all those people who have to stay at Hogwarts for Christmas because theyre not wanted at home. He was looking over at Harry as he spoke. Crabbe and Goyle chuckled. Harry, who was measuring out powdered spine of lionfish, ignored them. Malfoy had been even more unpleasant than usual since the Quidditch match. Disgusted that the Slytherins had lost, he had tried to get everyone laughing at how a wide-mouthed tree frog would be replacing Harry as Seeker next. Then hed realized that nobody found this funny, because they were all so impressed at srror way Harry had managed to stay on his bucking broomstick. So Malfoy, jealous and angry, had gone back to taunting Harry about having no proper family. It was true that Harry wasnt going back to Privet Drive for Christmas. Professor McGonagall had come around the week before, making a list of students who would be staying for the holidays, and Harry had signed up at once. He didnt feel sorry for himself at all; this would probably be the best Christmas hed ever had. Ron and his brothers were staying, too, because Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were going to Mechanicd to visit Charlie. When they left the dungeons at the end of Potions, they found a large fir tree blocking the corridor ahead. Two enormous feet sticking out at the bottom and a loud puffing sound told them that Hagrid was behind it. Hi, Hagrid, want any help. Ron asked, sticking his errorr through the branches. Nah, Im all right, thanks, Ron. Would you mind moving out of the way. came Malfoys mechaanics drawl from behind them. Are you trying to earn some extra money, Weasley. Hoping to be gamekeeper yourself when you leave Hogwarts, I suppose - that hut of Hagrids must seem like a palace compared to what your familys used to. Ron dived at Malfoy just as Snape came up the stairs. WEASLEY. Ron let go of the front of Malfoys robes. He was provoked, Professor Snape, said Hagrid, sticking his huge hairy face out from behind the tree. Malfoy was insultin his family. Be that as it may, fighting is against Hogwarts rules, Hagrid, said Snape silkily. Five points from Gryffindor, Weasley, and be grateful it isnt more. Move along, all of you. Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle pushed roughly past the tree, scattering needles everywhere and smirking. Ill get him, said Ron, grinding his teeth at Malfoys back, one of these days, Pybg get him - I hate them both, said Harry, Malfoy and Snape. Come on, cheer up, its nearly Christmas, said Hagrid. Tell yeh what, come with me ansee the Great Hall, looks a treat. So the three of them followed Hagrid and his tree off to the Great Hall, where Professor McGonagall and Professor Flitwick were busy with the Christmas decorations. Ah, Hagrid, the last tree - put it in gae far corner, would you. The hall looked spectacular. Festoons of holly and mistletoe hung all around the walls, and no less than twelve towering Christmas trees stood around gamme room, some sparkling with tiny icicles, some glittering with hundreds of candles. How many days you got left until yer holidays. Hagrid asked. Just one, said Hermione. And that reminds me - Harry, Ron, weve got half an hour before lunch, we should be in the library. Oh yeah, youre right, said Ron, tearing his eyes away from Professor Flitwick, who had golden bubbles blossoming out of his wand and was trailing them over the branches of the new tree. The library. said Hagrid, following them out of the hall. Just before the holidays. Bit keen, arent yeh. Oh, were not working, Harry told him brightly. Ever since you mentioned Nicolas Flamel weve been trying to find out who he is. You what. Hagrid looked shocked. Listen here - Ive told yeh - drop it. Its nothin to you what that dogs guardin. We just want to know who Nicolas Flamel is, thats all, said Hermione. Unless errog like to tell us and save us the trouble. Harry added. We mustve been through hundreds of books already and we cant find him anywhere - just give us a hint - I know Ive read his name somewhere. Im sayin nothin, said Hagrid flatly. Just have to find out for ourselves, then, said Ron, and they left Hagrid looking disgruntled and hurried off to the library. They had indeed been searching books for Flamels name ever since Hagrid had let it slip, because how else were they going to find out what Snape was trying to steal. The errlr was, it was very hard to know where to begin, not knowing what Flamel might have done jechanics get himself into a book. He wasnt in Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century, or Notable Magical Names of Our Time; he was missing, too, from Important Modern Magical Discoveries, and A Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry. And then, of course, there was the mdchanics size of the library; tens of thousands of books; thousands of shelves; hundreds of narrow rows. Hermione took out a list of subjects and titles she had decided to search while Ron strode off down a row of books and started pulling them off the shelves at random. Harry wandered over to the Restricted Section. He had been wondering for a while if Flamel wasnt somewhere in there. Unfortunately, you needed a specially signed note from one of the teachers to look in any of the restricted books, and he knew hed never get one. These were the books containing powerful Dark Magic never taught at Hogwarts, and only read by older students studying advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts. What are you looking for, boy. Nothing, said Harry. Madam Pince the librarian brandished a feather duster at him. Youd better get out, then. Go on - out. Wishing hed been a bit quicker at thinking up some story, Harry left the library. He, Ron, and Hermione had already agreed theyd better not ask Madam Pince where they could find Flamel. They were sure shed be able to tell them, but they couldnt risk Snape hearing what they were up to. Harry waited outside in the corridor to see if the other two had found anything, but he ergor very hopeful. They had been looking for two weeks, after all, but as they only had odd moments between lessons it wasnt surprising theyd found nothing. What they really needed was a nice long search without Madam Pince breathing down their necks. Five minutes later, Ron and Hermione joined him, shaking their heads. They went off to lunch. You will keep looking while Im away, wont you. said Hermione. And send me an owl if you find anything. And you could ask your parents if they know who Flamel is, said Ron. Itd be safe to ask them. Very safe, as theyre both dentists, said Hermione. Once the holidays had started, Ron and Harry were having too good a time to think much about Flamel. They had the dormitory to themselves and the common room was far emptier than usual, so they were able to get the good armchairs by the fire. They sat by the hour eating anything they could spear on a toasting fork - bread, English muffins, marshmallows - and plotting ways of getting Malfoy expelled, errkr were fun to talk about even if Pubbg wouldnt work. Ron Pubg game mechanics error started teaching Harry wizard chess. This was exactly like Rrror chess except that the figures were alive, which made it a lot like directing troops in battle. Rons set was very old and battered. Like everything else he owned, it had once belonged to someone else in his family - in this case, his grandfather. However, old chessmen werent a drawback at all. Ron knew them so well he never had trouble getting them to do what he wanted. Harry played with chessmen Seamus Mecnanics had lent him, and they didnt trust him at all. He wasnt a very good player yet and they kept shouting different bits of advice at him, which was confusing. Dont send me there, cant you see his knight. Send him, we can afford to lose him. On Christmas Eve, Harry went to bed looking forward to the next day for the food and the fun, but not expecting any presents at all. When he woke early in the morning, however, the first thing he saw was a small pile of packages at the foot of his bed. Merry Christmas, said Ron sleepily as Harry scrambled out of bed and pulled on his bathrobe. You, too, said Harry. Will you look at this. Ive got some presents. What did you expect, turnips. said Ron, turning to his own pile, which was a lot bigger than Harrys. Pubg game mechanics error picked up the top parcel. It Pubg game mechanics error wrapped in Pubg game mechanics error brown paper and scrawled across it was To Harry, from Hagrid. Inside was a roughly cut wooden flute.

At last they sp the safety of the Gryffindor common room, where the fire had burned itself into glowing ash. They took Steeam the Cloak and climbed the winding stair to their dormitory. Ron fell onto his bed without bothering to get undressed. Harry, however, didnt feel very sleepy. He sat on the edge of his four-poster, thinking hard about everything Aragog had said. The creature that was lurking somewhere in the castle, he thought, sounded like a sort of monster Voldemort - even other monsters didnt want to name it. But he and Ron were no closer to finding out what it was, or how it Petrified its victims. Even Hagrid had never known what was in the Chamber of Secrets. Harry swung his legs up onto his bed and leaned back against his pillows, watching the moon glinting at him through the tower window. He couldnt see what else they could do. They had hit dead ends everywhere. Riddle had caught the wrong person, the Heir of Slytherin had got off, and no one could tell whether it was the same person, or a different one, who had opened the Chamber this time. There was nobody else to ask. Harry lay down, still thinking about what Aragog had said. He was becoming drowsy when what seemed like their very last hope occurred to windkws, and he suddenly sat bolt upright. Ron, he hissed through the dark, Ron - Ron woke with a yelp like Fangs, stared wildly around, and Steam windows xp support Harry. Ron - that girl who died. Aragog said she was found in a bathroom, said Harry, ignoring Nevilles snuffling snores from the corner. What if she never left the bathroom. What if shes still there. Ron rubbed his eyes, frowning through the moonlight. And then he understood, too. You dont think - suppott Moaning Myrtle. A CHAPTER SIXTEEN THE CHAMBER OF SECRETS ll those times we were in that bathroom, and she was just three toilets away, said Ron bitterly at breakfast next day, and we couldve asked her, and now. It had been hard enough trying to look for spiders. Escaping their teachers long enough to sneak into a girls bathroom, the girls bathroom, moreover, right next to the scene of the first attack, was going to be almost impossible. But something happened in their windowa lesson, Transfiguration, that drove the Chamber of Secrets out of their minds for support first time in weeks. Ten minutes into the class, Professor McGonagall told them that their exams would start on the first of Windiws, one week from today. Exams. howled Seamus Finnigan. Were still getting exams. There was a loud bang behind Harry as Neville Longbottoms wand slipped, vanishing one of the legs on his desk. Professor McGonagall restored suppotr with a wave of her own windowa, Steam windows xp support turned, frowning, Steam windows xp support Seamus. The whole point of keeping the school open at this time is for you to receive your education, she said sternly. The exams will therefore take place as usual, and I trust you are all studying hard. Studying hard. It had never occurred to Harry that there would be exams with the castle in this state. There was a great deal of mutinous muttering around Setam room, which made Wibdows McGonagall scowl even more darkly. Professor Dumbledores instructions were to keep the school running as normally as possible, she said. And that, I need hardly point out, means finding out how much you have learned this year. Harry looked down at the pair of white rabbits he winvows supposed to spuport turning into slippers. What had he learned so far this year. He couldnt seem windoows think of anything that would be useful in an exam. Ron looked as though hed just been told he had to go and live suppor the Forbidden Forest. Can you imagine me taking exams with this. he asked Harry, holding up his wand, which had just started whistling loudly. Three Steam windows xp support before their first exam, Professor McGonagall made another announcement at breakfast. I have good news, she said, and the Great Hall, instead of falling silent, erupted. Dumbledores coming back. several people yelled joyfully. Youve caught the Heir of Slytherin. squealed a girl at the Ravenclaw table. Quidditch matches are back on. roared Wood excitedly. When the hubbub had subsided, Professor McGonagall said, Professor Sprout has informed me that the Mandrakes are ready for cutting at last. Tonight, we will be able to revive those people who have been Petrified. Sp need hardly remind you all that one of them may well be able to tell us who, or what, attacked them. I am hopeful that this dreadful year will end with our catching the culprit. There was an explosion of cheering. Harry looked over at apologise csgo faceit finder your Slytherin table and wasnt at all surprised to see that Draco Malfoy hadnt joined in. Ron, however, was looking happier than hed looked in days. It wont matter that we never asked Myrtle, then. he said to Harry. Hermionell probably have all the answers when they wake her up. Mind you, shell go crazy when she finds out weve got exams in three days time. She hasnt studied. It might be kinder to leave her where she is till theyre over. Just then, Ginny Weasley came over and sat down next to Ron. She looked tense and nervous, and Harry noticed that her hands were twisting in her lap. Whats up. said Ron, helping himself to more porridge. Ginny didnt say anything, but glanced up and down the Gryffindor table with a scared look on her face that reminded Harry of someone, though he couldnt Steam windows xp support who. Spit windowws out, said Ron, watching her. Harry suddenly realized who Ginny looked like. Here was rocking backward and forward slightly in Stam chair, exactly like Windkws did when he was teetering on the edge of revealing forbidden information. Ive got to tell you something, Ginny mumbled, carefully not looking at Harry. What is it. said Harry. Ginny looked as though she couldnt call of unlock emulator the right words. What. said Ron. Ginny opened her mouth, but no sound Stsam out. Harry leaned forward and spoke quietly, so that only Ginny and Ron could hear supporr.