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Why will she be in there. asked Ron anxiously, hurrying to keep up. Oh, she has extra Potions lessons with him, said Harry, inventing wildly. Maybe I could ask if I can have them with her. said Ron eagerly. Great idea, said Harry. Lavender was waiting beside the portrait hole, a complication Harry had not foreseen. Youre late, Won-Won. she pouted. Ive got you a birthday - Leave me alone, said Ron impatiently. Harrys going to introduce me to Romilda Vane. And without another word to her, he pushed his way out of the portrait hole. Harry tried to make an apologetic face to Lavender, but it might have turned out simply amused, because she looked more offended than ever as the Fat Lady swung shut behind them. Harry had been slightly worried that Slughorn might be at breakfast, but he answered his office door at the first knock, wearing a green velvet dressing gown and matching nightcap and looking rather bleary-eyed. Harry, he mumbled. This is very early for a call. I generally sleep late on a Saturday. Professor, Im really sorry to disturb you, said Harry as quietly as possible, while Ron stood on tiptoe, attempting to see past Slughorn into his room, but my friend Rons swallowed a love potion by mistake. You couldnt make him an antidote, could you. Id take him to Madam Pomfrey, but were not supposed to have anything from Weasleys Wizard Wheezes and, you know. awkward questions. Id have thought you could have whipped him up a remedy, Harry, an expert potioneer like you. asked Slughorn. Er, said Harry, somewhat distracted by the fact that Ron was now elbowing him in the ribs in an attempt to force his way into the room, well, Ive never mixed an antidote for a love potion, sir, and by the time I get it right, Ron mightve done something serious - Helpfully, Ron chose this moment to moan, I cant see her, Harry - is he hiding her. Was this potion within date. asked Slughorn, now eyeing Ron with professional interest. They can strengthen, you know, the longer theyre kept. That would explain a lot, panted Harry, now positively wrestling with Ron to keep him from knocking Slughorn over. Its his birthday, Professor, he added imploringly. Oh, all right, come in, then, come in, said Slughorn, relenting. Ive got the necessary here in my bag, its not a difficult antidote. Ron burst through the door into Slughorns overheated, crowded study, tripped over a tasseled footstool, regained his balance by seizing Harry around the neck, and muttered, She didnt see that, did she. Shes not here yet, said Harry, watching Slughorn opening his potion kit and adding a few pinches of this and that to a small crystal bottle. Thats good, said Ron fervently. How do I look. Very handsome, said Slughorn smoothly, handing Ron a glass of clear liquid. Now drink that up, its a tonic for the nerves, keep you calm when she arrives, you know. Brilliant, said Ron eagerly, and he gulped the antidote down noisily. Harry and Slughorn watched him. For a moment, Ron beamed at them. Then, very slowly, his grin sagged and vanished, to be replaced by an expression of utmost horror. Back to normal, then. said Harry, grinning. Slughorn chuckled. Thanks a lot, Professor. Dont mention it, mboy, dont mention it, said Slughorn, as Ron collapsed into a nearby armchair, looking devastated. Pick-me-up, thats what he needs, Slughorn continued, now bustling over to a table loaded with drinks. Ive got butterbeer, Ive got wine, Ive got one last bottle of this oakmatured mead. hmm. meant to give that to Dumbledore for Christmas. ah, well. He shrugged. He cant miss what hes never had. Why dont we open it now and celebrate Mr. Weasleys birthday. Nothing like a fine spirit to chase away the pangs of disappointed love. He chortled again, and Harry joined in. This was the first time he had found himself almost alone with Slughorn since his disastrous first attempt to extract the true memory from him. Perhaps, if he could just keep Slughorn in a good mood. perhaps if they got through enough of the oak-matured mead. There you are then, said Slughorn, handing Harry and Ron a glass of mead each before raising his own. Well, a very happy birthday, Ralph - Ron - whispered Harry. But Ron, who did not appear to be listening to the toast, had already thrown the mead into his mouth and swallowed it. There was one second, hardly more than a heartbeat, in which Harry knew there was something terribly wrong and Slughorn, it seemed, did not. - and may you have many more - Ron. Ron had dropped his glass; he half-rose from his chair and then crumpled, his extremities jerking uncontrollably. Foam was dribbling from his mouth, and his eyes were bulging from their sockets. Professor. Harry bellowed. Do something. But Slughorn seemed paralyzed by shock. Ron twitched and choked: His skin was turning blue. What - but - spluttered Slughorn. Harry click to see more over a low table and sprinted toward Slughorns open potion kit, pulling out jars and pouches, while the terrible sound of Rons gargling breath filled the room. Then he found it - the shriveled kidneylike stone Slughorn had taken from him in Potions. He hurtled question baldurs gate 3 minthara jobs the to Rons side, wrenched open his jaw, and thrust the bezoar into his mouth. Ron gave a great shudder, a rattling gasp, and his body became limp and still. S CHAPTER NINETEEN ELF TAILS o, all in all, not one of Rons better birthdays. said Fred. It was evening; the hospital wing was quiet, the windows curtained, the lamps lit. Rons was the only occupied bed. Harry, Hermione, and Ginny were sitting around him; they had spent all day waiting outside confirm. steam deck egpu mod brilliant double doors, trying to see inside whenever somebody went in or out. Madam Pomfrey had only let them enter at eight oclock. Fred and George had arrived at ten past. This isnt how we imagined handing over our present, said George grimly, putting down a large wrapped gift on Rons bedside cabinet and sitting beside Ginny. Yeah, when we pictured the scene, he was conscious, said Fred. There we were in Hogsmeade, waiting to surprise him - said George. You were in Hogsmeade. asked Ginny, looking up. We were thinking of buying Zonkos, said Fred gloomily. A Hogsmeade branch, you know, but a fat lot of good itll do us if you lot arent allowed out at weekends to buy our stuff anymore. But never mind that now. He drew up a chair beside Harry and looked at Rons pale face. How exactly did it happen, Harry. Harry retold the story he had already recounted, it felt like a hundred times to Dumbledore, to McGonagall, to Madam Pomfrey, to Hermione, and to Ginny. and then I got the bezoar down his throat and his breathing eased up a bit, Slughorn ran for help, McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey turned up, and they brought Ron up here. They reckon hell be all right. Madam Pomfrey says hell have to stay here a week or so. keep taking essence of rue. Blimey, it was lucky you thought of a bezoar, said George in a low voice. Lucky there was one in the room, said Harry, who kept turning cold at the thought of what would have happened if he had not been able to lay hands on the little stone. Hermione gave an almost inaudible sniff. She had been exceptionally quiet all day. Having hurtled, white-faced, up to Harry outside the hospital wing and demanded to know what had happened, she had taken almost no part in Harry and Ginnys obsessive discussion about how Ron had been poisoned, but merely stood beside them, clench-jawed and frightened-looking, until at last they had been allowed in to see him. Do Mum and Dad know. Fred asked Ginny. Theyve already seen him, they arrived an hour ago - theyre in Dumbledores office now, but theyll be back soon. There was a pause while they all watched Ron mumble a little in his sleep. So the poison was in the drink. said Fred quietly. Yes, said Harry at once; he could think of nothing else and was glad for the opportunity to start discussing it again. Slughorn poured it out - Would Lollipop chainsaw steam have been able to slip something into Rons glass without you seeing. Probably, said Harry, but why would Slughorn want to poison Ron. No idea, said Fred, frowning. You dont think he could have mixed up the glasses by mistake. Meaning to get you. Why would Slughorn want to poison Harry. asked Ginny. I dunno, said Fred, but there must be loads of people whod like to poison Harry, mustnt there. The Chosen One and all that. So you think Slughorns a Death Eater. said Ginny. Anythings possible, said Fred darkly. He could be under the Imperius Curse, said George. Or he could be innocent, said Ginny. The poison could have been in the bottle, in which case it was probably meant for Slughorn himself. Whod want to kill Slughorn. Dumbledore reckons Voldemort wanted Slughorn on his side, said Harry. Slughorn was in hiding for a year before he came to Hogwarts. And. He thought of the memory Dumbledore had not yet been able to extract from Slughorn. And maybe Voldemort wants him out of the way, maybe he thinks he could be valuable to Dumbledore. But you said Slughorn had been planning to give that bottle to Dumbledore for Christmas, Ginny reminded him. So the poisoner could just as easily have been after Dumbledore. Then the poisoner didnt know Slughorn very well, said Hermione, speaking for the first time in hours and sounding as though she had a bad head cold. Anyone who knew Slughorn would have known fallout 4 build raider settlement was a good chance hed keep something that tasty for himself. Er-my-nee, croaked Ron unexpectedly from between them. They all fell silent, watching him anxiously, but after muttering incomprehensibly for a moment he merely started snoring. The dormitory doors flew open, making them all jump: Hagrid came striding toward them, his hair rain-flecked, his bearskin coat flapping behind him, a crossbow in his hand, leaving a trail of muddy dolphin-sized footprints all over the floor. Bin in the forest all day. he panted. Aragogs worse, I bin readin to him - didn get up ter dinner till jus now an then Professor Sprout told me abou Ron. How is he. Not bad, said Harry. They say hell be okay. No more than six visitors at a time. said Madam Pomfrey, hurrying out of her office. Hagrid makes six, George pointed out. Oh. yes. said Madam Pomfrey, who seemed to have been counting Hagrid as several people due to his vastness. To cover her confusion, she hurried off to clear up his muddy footprints with her wand. I don believe this, said Hagrid hoarsely, shaking his great shaggy head as he stared down at Ron. Jus don believe it. Look at him lyin there. Whod want ter hurt him, eh. Thats just what we were discussing, said Harry. We dont know. Someone couldn have a grudge against the Gryffindor Quidditch team, could they. said Hagrid anxiously. Firs Katie, now Ron. I cant see anyone trying to bump off a Quidditch team, said George. Wood mightve done the Slytherins if he couldve got away with it, said Fred fairly. Well, I dont think its Quidditch, but I think theres a connection between the attacks, said Hermione quietly. How dyou work that out. asked Fred. Well, for one thing, they both ought to have been fatal and werent, although that was pure luck. And for another, neither the poison nor the necklace seems to have reached the person who was supposed to be killed. Of course, she added broodingly, that makes the person behind this even more dangerous in a way, because they dont seem to care how many people they finish off before they actually reach their victim. Before anybody could respond to this ominous pronouncement, the dormitory doors opened again and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley hurried up the ward. They had done no more than satisfy themselves that Ron would make a full recovery on their last visit to the ward; now Mrs. Weasley seized hold of Harry and hugged him very tightly. Dumbledores told us how you saved him with the bezoar, she sobbed. Oh, Harry, what can we say. You saved Ginny. you saved Arthur. now youve saved Ron. Dont be. I didnt. muttered Harry awkwardly. Half our family does seem to owe you their lives, now I stop and think about it, Mr. Weasley said in a constricted voice. Well, all I can say is that it was a lucky day for the Weasleys when Ron decided to sit in your compartment on the Hogwarts Express, Harry. Harry could not think of any reply to this and was almost glad when Madam Pomfrey reminded them that there were only supposed to be six visitors around Rons bed; he and Hermione rose at once to leave and Hagrid decided to go with them, leaving Ron with his family. Its terrible, growled Hagrid into his beard, as the three of them walked back along the corridor to the marble staircase. All this new security, an kids are still gettin hurt. Dumbledores worried sick. He don say much, but I can tell. Hasnt he got any ideas, Hagrid. asked Hermione desperately. I spect hes got hundreds of ideas, brain like his, said Hagrid. But he doesn know who sent that necklace nor put poison in that wine, or theydve bin caught, wouldn they. Wha worries me, said Hagrid, lowering his voice and glancing over his shoulder (Harry, for good measure, checked the ceiling for Peeves), is how long Hogwarts can stay open if kids are bein attacked. Chamber o Secrets all over again, isn it. Therell be panic, more parents takin their kids outta school, an nex thing yeh know the board o governors. Hagrid stopped talking as the ghost of a long-haired woman drifted serenely past, then resumed in a hoarse whisper. the board o governorsll be talkin about shuttin us up fer good. Surely not. said Hermione, looking worried. Gotta see it from their point o view, said Hagrid heavily. I mean, its always bin a bit of a risk sendin a kid ter Hogwarts, hasn it. Yer expect accidents, don yeh, with hundreds of underage wizards all locked up tergether, but attempted personal fallout 4 hancock begleiter have, thas diffrent. Sno wonder Dumbledores angry with Sn - Hagrid stopped in his tracks, a familiar, guilty expression on what was visible of his face above his tangled black beard. What. said Harry quickly. Dumbledores angry with Snape. I never said tha, said Hagrid, though his look of panic could not have been a bigger giveaway. Look at the time, its gettin on fer midnight, I need ter - Hagrid, why is Dumbledore angry with Snape. Harry asked loudly. Shhhh. said Hagrid, looking both nervous and angry. Don shout stuff like that, Harry, dyeh wan me ter lose me job. Mind, I don suppose yehd care, would yeh, not now yehve given up Care of Mag - Dont try and make me feel guilty, it wont work. said Harry forcefully. Whats Snape done. I dunno, Harry, I shouldnta heard it at all. I - well, I was comin outta the forest the other evenin an I overheard em talking - well, arguin. Didnt like ter draw attention to meself, so I sorta skulked an tried not ter listen, but it was a - well, a heated discussion an it wasn easy ter block it out. Well. Harry urged him, as Hagrid shuffled his enormous feet uneasily. Well - I jus heard Snape sayin Dumbledore took too much fer granted an maybe he - Snape - didn wan ter do it anymore - Do what. I dunno, Harry, it sounded like Snape was feelin a bit overworked, thas all - anyway, Dumbledore told him flat out hed agreed ter do it an that was all there was to it. Pretty firm with him. An then he said summat abou Snape makin investigations in his House, in Slytherin. Well, theres nothin strange abou that. Hagrid added hastily, as Harry and Hermione exchanged looks full of meaning. All the Heads o Houses were asked ter look inter that necklace business - Yeah, but Dumbledores not having rows with the rest of them, is he. said Harry. Look, Hagrid twisted his crossbow uncomfortably in his hands; there was a loud splintering sound and it snapped in two. I know what yehre like abou Snape, Harry, an I don want yeh ter go readin more inter this than there is. Look out, said Hermione tersely. They turned just in time to game quality metal unblocked the shadow of Argus Filch looming over the wall behind them before the man himself turned the corner, hunchbacked, his jowls aquiver. Oho. he wheezed. Out of bed so late, thisll mean detention. No it won, Filch, said Hagrid shortly. Theyre with me, aren they. And what difference does that make. asked Filch obnoxiously. Im a ruddy teacher, aren I, yeh sneakin Squib. said Hagrid, link up at once. There was a nasty hissing noise as Filch swelled with fury; Mrs. Norris had arrived, unseen, and was twisting herself sinuously around Filchs skinny ankles. Get goin, said Hagrid out of the corner of his mouth. Harry did not need telling twice; he and Hermione both hurried off; Hagrids and Filchs raised voices echoed behind them as they ran. They passed Peeves near the turning into Gryffindor Tower, but he was streaking happily toward the source of the yelling, cackling and calling, When theres strife and when theres trouble Call on Peevsie, hell make double. The Fat Lady was snoozing and not pleased to be woken, but swung forward grumpily to allow them to clamber into the mercifully peaceful and empty common room. It did not seem that people knew about Ron yet; Harry was very relieved: He had been interrogated enough that day. Hermione bade him good night and set off for the girls dormitory. Harry, however, remained behind, taking a seat beside the fire and looking down into the dying embers. So Dumbledore had argued with Snape. In spite of all he had told Harry, in spite of his insistence that he trusted Snape completely, he had lost his temper with him. He did not think that Snape had tried hard enough to investigate the Slytherins. or, perhaps, to investigate a single Slytherin: Malfoy. Was it because Dumbledore did not want Harry to do anything foolish, to take matters into his own hands, that he had pretended there was nothing in Harrys suspicions. That seemed likely. It might even be that Dumbledore did not want anything to distract Harry from their lessons, or from procuring that memory from Slughorn. Perhaps Dumbledore did not think it right to confide suspicions about his staff to sixteen-year-olds. There you are, Potter. Harry jumped to his feet in shock, his wand at the ready. He had been quite convinced that the common room was empty; he had not been at all prepared for a hulking figure to rise suddenly out of a distant chair. A closer look showed him that it was Cormac McLaggen. Ive been waiting for you to come back, said McLaggen, disregarding Harrys drawn wand. Mustve fallen asleep. Look, I saw them taking Weasley up to the hospital wing earlier. Didnt look like hell be fit for next weeks match. It took Harry a few moments to realize what McLaggen was talking about. Oh. right. Quidditch, he said, putting his wand back into the belt of his jeans and running a hand wearily through his hair. Yeah. he might not make it. Well, then, Ill be playing Keeper, wont I. said McLaggen. Yeah, said Harry. Yeah, I suppose so. He could not think of an argument against it; after all, McLaggen had certainly performed second-best in the trials. Excellent, said McLaggen in a satisfied voice. So whens practice. What. Oh. theres one tomorrow evening. Good. Listen, Potter, we should have a talk beforehand. Ive got some ideas on strategy you might find useful. Right, said Harry unenthusiastically. Well, Ill hear them tomorrow, then. Im pretty tired now.
Asked Luna with an air of interest, pulling off the Invisibility Cloak. This appearance of a second outlaw seemed to overwhelm Professor McGonagall, who staggered backward and fell into a nearby chair, clutching at the neck of her old tartan dressing gown. I dont think it makes any difference what we call him, Harry told Luna. He already knows where I am. In a distant part of Harrys brain, that part connected to the angry, burning scar, he predators crossword ocean see Voldemort sailing fast over the dark lake in the ghostly 4 weapon fallout loadout best boat. He had nearly reached the island where the stike basin stood. You must flee, whispered Professor McGonagall. Now, Potter, as quickly as you can. I cant, said Harry. Theres something I need to do. Professor, do you know where the diadem of Ravenclaw is. The d-diadem of Ravenclaw. Of course not - hasnt it striek lost for centuries. She sat up a little straighter. Potter, it games you should play madness, utter madness, for you to enter this castle - I had to, said Harry. Professor, theres something hidden here that Im supposed to find, and it could be the diadem - if I could just speak to Professor Flitwick - There was a sound of movement, of clinking glass: Amycus was coming round. Before Harry or Luna could act, Professor McGonagall rose to her feet, pointed her wand at the groggy Death Eater, and said, Imperio. Amycus got up, walked over to his sister, picked up her wand, then shuffled msic to Professor McGonagall and handed it over along with his own. Then he lay down on the floor beside Alecto. Professor McGonagall waved her wand again, and a length of shimmering silver rope appeared out of thin air and snaked around the Carrows, binding them tightly together. Potter, said Professor McGonagall, turning to face him again with superb indifference to the Carrows predicament, if He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named does indeed know that you are here - As she said it, a wrath that was like physical pain blazed through Harry, setting his scar on fire, and for a second he looked down upon a basin whose potion had turned clear, and saw that no golden locket lay safe beneath the surface - Potter, are you all right. said a voice, and Harry came back: He was clutching Lunas shoulder to steady himself. Times running out, Voldemorts getting nearer. Professor, Im acting on Dumbledores orders, I must find what he wanted me to find. But weve got to get the students out while Im searching the castle - its me Voldemort wants, but he wont care about killing a few more or less, not now - not now he knows Im attacking Horcruxes, Harry finished the sentence in his head. Youre acting on Dumbledores orders. she repeated with a look of dawning wonder. Then she drew herself up to her fullest height. We shall secure the school against He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named while you search for this - this object. Is that possible. I think so, said Professor McGonagall dryly, we teachers are rather good ztrike magic, you know. I am sure we will be able to hold him off for a while if we all put our best efforts into it. Of course, something Countrr have to be done about Professor Snape - Let me - - and if Hogwarts is about to enter a state of siege, with mennu Dark Lord at the gates, it would indeed be link to take as many innocent people out of the way as possible. Countdr the Floo Network under observation, and Apparition impossible within the grounds - Theres a way, said Harry quickly, and he explained about the mussic leading into the Hogs Head. 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Along the corridors they raced, and one by one the Patronuses left them; Professor McGonagalls tartan dressing gown rustled over the floor, and Harry and Luna jogged behind her under the Cloak. They had descended two more floors when another set of quiet footsteps joined theirs. Harry, whose scar was still prickling, heard them first: He felt in the pouch around his neck for the Marauders Map, but before he could take it out, McGonagall too seemed to become aware of their company. She halted, raised her wand ready to duel, and said, Whos there. It is I, said a low voice. From behind a suit of armor stepped Severus Snape. Hatred Coynter up in Harry at the sight of him: He had forgotten the details of Snapes appearance in the magnitude of his crimes, forgotten how his greasy black hair hung in curtains around his thin Counter strike menu music, how his black eyes had a dead, cold look. 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I did not know that it was your night to patrol the corridors, Minerva. You have some objection. I wonder what could have brought you out of your bed at this linkedin care apex prime hour. I thought I heard a disturbance, said Professor McGonagall. Really. But all seems calm. Snape looked into her eyes. Have you seen Harry Potter, Minerva. Because if you have, I must insist - Professor McGonagall moved faster than Harry could have believed: Her wand slashed through the air and for a split second Harry thought that Snape must crumple, unconscious, but the swiftness of his Shield Charm was such that McGonagall was thrown off sstrike. She brandished her wand at a torch on the wall and it flew out of its bracket: Harry, about to curse Snape, was forced to pull Source out of the way of the descending flames, which became a ring of fire that filled the corridor and flew like a lasso at Snape mussic Then it was no longer fire, but a great black serpent that McGonagall blasted to smoke, which re-formed and solidified in seconds to become a swarm of pursuing daggers: Snape avoided them only by forcing the suit of armor in front of him, and with echoing clangs the daggers sank, one after another, into its breast - Minerva. said a squeaky voice, and looking behind him, still shielding Luna from flying spells, Harry saw Professors Flitwick and Sprout sprinting up the corridor toward them in their nightclothes, with the enormous Professor Slughorn panting along at the rear. squealed Flitwick, raising his wand. Youll do no more murder at Hogwarts. Flitwicks spell hit the suit of armor behind which Snape had taken shelter: With a clatter it came to life. Snape struggled free of the crushing arms and sent it flying back toward his attackers: Harry and Luna had to dive sideways to avoid it Counger it smashed into the wall and shattered. When Harry looked up again, Snape was in full flight, McGonagall, Flitwick, and Sprout all thundering after him: He hurtled through a classroom door and, moments later, he heard McGonagall cry, Coward. COWARD.
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