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No, no. best we know where you are. I mean. Fudge cleared his throat loudly and picked up his pinstriped cloak. Well, Ill be off, plenty to do, you know. Have you had any luck with Black yet. Harry asked. Fudges finger slipped on the silver fastenings of his cloak. Whats that. Oh, youve heard - well, no, not yet, but its only a matter of time. The Azkaban guards have never yet failed. and they are angrier than Ive ever seen them. Fudge shuddered slightly. So, Ill say good-bye. He held out his hand and Harry, shaking it, had a sudden idea. Er - Minister. Can I ask you something. Certainly, said Fudge with a smile. Well, third years at Hogwarts are allowed to visit Hogsmeade, but my aunt and uncle didnt sign the permission form. Dyou think you could -. Fudge was looking uncomfortable. Ah, he said. No, no, Im very sorry, Harry, but as Im not your parent or guardian - But youre the Minister of Magic, said Harry eagerly. 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Harry sat on his bed for a long time, absentmindedly stroking Hedwig. The sky outside the window was changing rapidly from deep, velvety blue to cold, steely gray and then, slowly, to pink shot with gold. 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 plate 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 apk pubg china into the other players face when they lose a point). He was sorely tempted, too, by the perfect, moving model of the galaxy in a large glass ball, which would have meant he never had to take another Astronomy lesson. But the thing that tested Harrys resolution most appeared in his favorite shop, Quality Quidditch Supplies, a week after hed arrived at the Leaky Cauldron. Curious to know what the crowd in the shop was staring at, Harry edged his way inside and squeezed in among the excited witches and wizards until he glimpsed a newly erected podium, on which was mounted the most magnificent broom he had ever seen in his life. Just come out - prototype - a square-jawed wizard was telling his companion. Its the fastest broom in the world, isnt it, Dad. squeaked a boy younger than Harry, who was swinging off his fathers arm. Irish International Sides just put in an order for seven of these beauties. the proprietor of the shop told the crowd. And theyre favorites for the World Cup. A large witch in front of Harry moved, and he was able to read the sign next to the broom: THE FIREBOLT This state-of-the-art racing broom sports a streamlined, superfine handle of ash, treated with a diamond-hard polish and hand-numbered with its own registration number. Each individually selected birch twig in the broomtail has been honed to aerodynamic perfection, giving the Firebolt unsurpassable balance and pinpoint precision. The Firebolt has an acceleration of 150 miles an hour in ten seconds and incorporates an unbreakable Braking Charm. Price on request. Price on request. Harry didnt like to think how much gold the Firebolt would cost. He had never wanted anything as much in his whole life - but he had never lost a Quidditch match on his Nimbus Two Thousand, and what was the point in emptying his Gringotts vault for the Firebolt, when he had a very good broom already. Harry didnt ask for the price, but he returned, almost every day after that, just to look at the Firebolt. There were, however, things that Harry needed to buy. He went to the Apothecary to replenish his store of potions ingredients, and as his school robes were now several inches too short in the arm and leg, he visited Madam Malkins Robes for All Occasions and bought new ones. Most important of all, apex butcher street derry had to buy his new schoolbooks, which would include those for his two new subjects, Care of Magical Creatures and Divination. Harry got a surprise as he looked in at the bookshop window. Instead of the usual display of gold-embossed spellbooks the size of paving slabs, there was a large iron cage behind the glass that held about a hundred copies of The Monster Book of Monsters. Torn pages were flying everywhere as the books grappled with each other, locked together in furious wrestling matches and snapping aggressively. Harry pulled his booklist out of his pocket and consulted it for the first time. The Monster Book of Monsters was listed as the required book for Care of Magical Creatures. Now Harry understood why Hagrid had said it would come in useful. He felt relieved; he had been wondering whether Hagrid wanted help with some terrifying new pet. As Harry entered Flourish and Blotts, the manager came hurrying toward him. Hogwarts. he said abruptly. Come to get your new books. Yes, said Harry, I need - Get out of the way, said the manager impatiently, brushing Harry aside. He drew on a pair of very thick gloves, picked up a large, knobbly walking stick, and proceeded toward the door of the Monster Books cage. Hang on, said Harry quickly, Ive already got one of those. Have you. A look of enormous relief spread over the managers face. Thank heavens for that. Ive been bitten five times already this morning - A loud ripping noise rent the air; two of the Monster Books had seized a third and were pulling it apart. Stop it. Stop it. cried the manager, poking the walking stick through the bars and knocking the books apart. Im never stocking them again, never. Its been bedlam. I thought wed seen the worst when we bought two hundred copies of the Invisible Book of Invisibility - cost a fortune, and we never found them. Well. is there anything else I can help you with. Yes, said Harry, looking down https://rtsgames.cloud/xbox/grand-theft-auto-4-xbox-one.php booklist, I need Unfogging the Future by Cassandra Vablatsky. Ah, starting Divination, are you. said the manager, stripping off his gloves and leading Harry into the back of the shop, where there was a corner devoted to fortune-telling. A small table was stacked with volumes such as Predicting the Unpredictable: Insulate Yourself Against Shocks and Broken Balls: When Fortunes Turn Foul. Here you are, said the manager, who had climbed a set of steps to take down a thick, black-bound book. Unfogging the Future. Very good guide to all your basic fortune-telling methods - palmistry, crystal balls, bird entrails - But Harry wasnt listening. His eyes had fallen on another book, which was among a display on a small table: Death Omens: What to Do When You Know the Worst Is Coming. Oh, I wouldnt read that if I were you, said the manager lightly, looking to see what Harry was staring at. Youll start seeing death omens everywhere. Its enough to frighten anyone to death. But Harry continued to stare at the front cover of the book; it showed a black dog large as a bear, with gleaming eyes. It looked oddly familiar. The manager pressed Unfogging the Future into Harrys hands. Anything else. he said. Yes, said Harry, tearing his eyes away from the dogs and dazedly consulting his booklist. Er - I need Intermediate Transfiguration and The Standard Book of Spells, Grade Three. Harry emerged from Flourish and Blotts ten minutes later with his new books under his arms and made his way back to the Leaky Cauldron, hardly noticing where he was going and bumping into several people. He tramped up the stairs to his room, went inside, and tipped his books onto his bed. Somebody had been in to tidy; the windows were open and sun was pouring inside. Harry could hear the buses rolling by in the unseen Muggle street behind him and the sound of the invisible crowd below in Rust game meaning yellow Alley. He caught sight of himself in the mirror over the basin. It cant have been a death omen, he told his reflection defiantly. I was panicking when I saw that thing in Magnolia Crescent. Source was probably just a stray dog. He raised his hand automatically and tried to make his hair lie flat. Youre fighting a losing battle there, dear, said his mirror in a wheezy voice. As the days slipped by, Harry started looking wherever he went for a sign of Ron or Hermione. Plenty of Hogwarts students were arriving in Diagon Alley now, with the start of term so near. Harry met Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, his fellow Gryffindors, in Quality Quidditch Supplies, where they too were ogling the Firebolt; he also ran into the real Neville Longbottom, a round-faced, forgetful boy, outside Flourish and Blotts. Harry didnt stop to chat; Neville appeared to have mislaid his booklist and was being told off by his very formidable-looking grandmother. Harry hoped she never found out that hed pretended to be Neville while on the run from the Ministry of Magic. Harry woke on the last day of the holidays, thinking that he would at least meet Ron and Hermione tomorrow, on the Hogwarts Express. He got up, dressed, went for a last look at the Firebolt, and was just wondering where hed have lunch, when someone yelled his name and he turned. Harry. HARRY. They were there, both of them, sitting outside Florean Fortescues Ice Cream Parlor - Ron looking incredibly freckly, Hermione very brown, both waving frantically at him. Finally. said Ron, grinning at Harry as he sat down. We went to the Leaky Cauldron, but they said youd left, and we went to Flourish and Blotts, and Madam Malkins, and - I got all my school stuff last week, Harry explained. And how come you knew Im staying at the Leaky Cauldron. Dad, said Ron simply. Weasley, who worked at the Ministry of Magic, would of course have heard the whole story of what had happened to Aunt Marge. Did you really blow up your aunt, Harry. said Hermione in a very serious voice. I didnt mean to, said Harry, while Ron roared with laughter. I just - lost control. Its not funny, Ron, said Hermione sharply. Honestly, Im amazed Harry wasnt expelled. So am I, admitted Harry. Forget expelled, I thought I was going pubg pack quest be arrested. He looked at Ron. Your dad doesnt know why Fudge let me off, does he. Probably cause its you, isnt it. shrugged Ron, still chuckling. Famous Harry Potter and all that. Id hate to see what the Ministryd do to me if I blew up an aunt. Mind you, theyd have to dig me up first, because Mum wouldve killed me. Anyway, you can ask Dad yourself this evening. Were staying at the Leaky Cauldron tonight too. So you can come to Kings Cross with us tomorrow. Hermiones there as well. Hermione nodded, beaming. Mum and Dad dropped me off this morning with all my Hogwarts things. Excellent. said Harry happily. So, have you got all your new books and stuff. Look at this, said Ron, pulling a long thin box out of a bag and opening it. Brand-new wand. Fourteen inches, willow, containing one unicorn tailhair. And weve got all our books Rust game meaning yellow He pointed at a large bag under his chair. What about those Monster Books, eh. The assistant nearly cried when we said we wanted two. Whats all that, Hermione. Harry asked, pointing at not one but three bulging bags in the chair next to her. Well, Im taking more new subjects than you, arent I. said Hermione. Those are my books for Arithmancy, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, Study of Ancient Runes, Muggle Studies - What are you doing Muggle Studies for. said Ron, rolling his eyes at Harry. Youre Muggle-born. Your mum and dad are Muggles. You already know all about Muggles. But itll be fascinating to study them from the Wizarding point of view, said Hermione earnestly. Are you planning to eat or sleep at all this year, Hermione. asked Harry, while Ron sniggered. Hermione ignored them. Ive still got ten Galleons, she said, checking her purse. Its my birthday in September, and Mum and Dad gave me some money to get myself an early birthday present. How about a nice book. said Ron innocently. No, I dont think so, said Hermione composedly. I really want an owl. I mean, Harrys got Hedwig and youve got Errol - I havent, said Ron. Errols a family owl. All Ive got is Scabbers. He pulled his pet rat out of his pocket. And I want to get him checked over, he added, placing Scabbers on the table in front of them. I dont think Egypt agreed with him. Scabbers was looking thinner than usual, and there was a definite droop to his whiskers. Theres a magical creature shop just over there, said Harry, who knew Diagon Alley very well by now. You could see if theyve got anything for Scabbers, and Hermione can get her owl. So they paid for their ice cream and crossed the street to the Magical Menagerie. There wasnt much room inside. Every inch of wall was hidden by cages. It was smelly and very noisy because the occupants of these cages were all squeaking, squawking, jabbering, or hissing. The witch behind the counter was already advising a wizard on the care of double-ended newts, so Harry, Ron, and Hermione waited, examining the cages. 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 black 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 out 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 come Fred and George never gave it to me. said Ron, outraged. Im their brother. But Harry isnt going to keep it. said Hermione, as though the idea were ludicrous. Hes going to hand it in to Professor McGonagall, arent you, Harry. No, Im not. said Harry. Are you mad. said Ron, goggling at Hermione. Hand in something that good. If I hand it in, Ill have to say where I got it. Filch would know Fred and George had nicked it. But what about Sirius Black. Hermione hissed. He could be using one of the passages on that map to get into the castle. The teachers have got to know. He cant be getting in through a passage, said Harry quickly. There are seven secret tunnels on the map, right. Fred and George reckon Filch already knows about four of them. And of the other the apex of the heart is made up of the - one of thems caved in, so no one can get through it. One of thems got the Whomping Willow planted over the entrance, so you cant get out of it. And the one I just came through - well - its really hard to see the entrance to it down in the cellar, so unless he knew it was there. Harry hesitated. What if Black did Pubg game download uptodown history the passage was there. Ron, however, cleared his throat significantly, and pointed to a notice pasted on the inside of the sweetshop door. --- BY ORDER OF --- THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC Customers are reminded that until further notice, dementors will be patrolling the streets of Hogsmeade every night after sundown. This measure has been put in place for the safety of Hogsmeade residents and link be lifted upon the recapture of Sirius Black. It is therefore advisable that you complete your shopping well before nightfall. Merry Christmas. See. said Ron quietly. Id like to see Black try and break into Honeydukes with dementors swarming all over the village. Anyway, See more, the Honeydukes owners would hear read more break-in, wouldnt they. They live over the shop. Yes, but - but - Hermione seemed to be struggling to find another problem. Look, Harry still shouldnt be coming into Hogsmeade. He hasnt got a signed form. If anyone finds out, hell be in so much trouble. And its not nightfall yet - what if Sirius Black turns up today. Now. Hed have a job spotting Harry in this, said Ron, nodding through the mullioned windows at the thick, swirling snow. Come on, Hermione, its Christmas. Harry deserves a break. Hermione bit her lip, looking extremely worried. Are you going to here me. Harry asked her, grinning. Oh - of course not - but honestly, Harry - Seen the Fizzing Whizbees, Harry. said Ron, grabbing him and leading him over to their barrel. And the Jelly Slugs. And the Acid Pops. Fred gave me Pubg game download uptodown history of those when I was seven Pubg game download uptodown history it burnt a hole right through my tongue. I remember Mum walloping him with her broomstick. Ron stared broodingly into the Acid Pop box. Reckon Fredd take a bit of Cockroach Cluster if I told him they were peanuts. When Ron and Hermione had paid for all their sweets, the three of them left Honeydukes for the blizzard outside. Hogsmeade looked like a Christmas card; the little thatched cottages and shops were all covered in a layer of crisp snow; there were holly wreaths on the doors and strings of enchanted candles hanging in the trees. Harry shivered; unlike the other two, he didnt have his cloak. They headed up the street, heads bowed against the wind, Ron and Hermione shouting through their scarves. Thats the post office - Zonkos is up there - We could go up to the Shrieking Shack - Tell you what, said Ron, his teeth chattering, shall we go for a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks. Harry was more than willing; the wind was fierce and his hands were freezing, so they crossed the road, and in a few minutes were entering the tiny inn. It was extremely crowded, noisy, warm, and smoky. A curvy sort of woman with a pretty face Pubg game download uptodown history serving a bunch of rowdy warlocks up at the bar. Thats Madam Rosmerta, said Ron. Ill get the drinks, shall I. he added, going slightly red. Harry and Hermione made their way to the back of the room, where there was a small, vacant table between the window and a handsome Christmas tree, which stood next to the fireplace. Ron came back five minutes later, carrying three foaming tankards of hot butterbeer. Merry Christmas. he said happily, raising his tankard. Harry drank deeply. It was the most delicious thing hed ever tasted and seemed to heat every bit of him from the inside. A sudden breeze ruffled his hair. The door of the Three Broomsticks had opened again. Harry looked over the rim of his tankard and choked. Professors McGonagall and Flitwick had just entered the pub with a flurry of snowflakes, shortly followed by Hagrid, who was deep in conversation with a portly man in a lime-green bowler hat and a pinstriped cloak - Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. In an instant, Ron and Hermione had both placed hands on the top of Harrys head and forced him off his stool and under the table. Dripping with butterbeer and crouching out of sight, Harry Pubg game download uptodown history his empty tankard and watched the teachers and Fudges feet move toward the bar, pause, then turn and walk right toward him. Somewhere above him, Hermione whispered, Mobiliarbus. The Christmas tree beside their table rose a few inches off the ground, drifted sideways, and landed with a soft thump right in front of their table, hiding them from view.
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