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Dobby is only wanting to wish Harry Potter Merry Christmas and bring him a present, sir. Harry Potter did say Dobby could come and see him sometimes, sir. Its okay, said Harry, still breathing rather faster than usual, while his heart rate returned to normal. Just - just prod me or something in future, all right, dont bend over me like that. Harry pulled back the curtains around his four-poster, took his glasses from his bedside table, and put them on. His yell had awoken Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville. All of them were peering through the gaps in their own hangings, heavy-eyed and tousle-haired. Someone attacking you, Harry. Seamus asked sleepily. No, its just Dobby, Harry muttered. Go back to sleep. Nah. presents. said Seamus, spotting the large pile at the foot of his bed. Ron, Dean, and Neville decided that now they were awake they might as well get down to some present-opening too. Harry turned back to Dobby, who was now standing nervously next to Harrys bed, still looking worried that he had upset Harry. There was a Christmas bauble tied to the loop on top of his tea cozy. Can Dobby give Harry Potter his go here. he squeaked tentatively. Course you can, said Harry. Er. Ive got something for you too. It was a lie; he hadnt bought anything for Dobby at all, but he quickly opened his trunk and pulled out a particularly knobbly rolled-up pair of socks. They were his oldest and foulest, mustard yellow, and had once belonged to Uncle Vernon. The reason they were extra-knobbly was that Harry had been using them to cushion his Sneakoscope for over a year now. He pulled out the Sneakoscope and handed the socks to Dobby, saying, Sorry, I forgot to wrap them. But Dobby was utterly delighted. Socks are Dobbys favorite, favorite clothes, sir. he said, ripping off his odd ones and pulling on Uncle Vernons. I has seven now, sir. But sir. he said, his eyes widening, having pulled both socks up to their highest extent, so that they reached to more info bottom of his shorts, they has made a mistake in the shop, Harry Potter, they is giving you two the more info. Ah, no, Harry, how come you didnt spot that. said Ron, grinning over from his own bed, which was now strewn with wrapping paper. Tell you what, Dobby - here you go - take these two, and you can mix them up properly. And heres your sweater. He threw Dobby a pair of violet socks he had just unwrapped, and the hand-knitted sweater Mrs. Weasley had sent. Dobby looked quite overwhelmed. Sir is very kind. he squeaked, his eyes brimming with tears again, bowing deeply to Ron. Dobby knew sir must be a great wizard, for he is Harry Potters greatest friend, but Dobby did not know that he was also as generous of spirit, as noble, as selfless - Theyre only socks, said Ron, who had gone slightly pink around the ears, though he looked rather pleased all the same. Wow, Harry - He had just opened Harrys present, a Chudley Cannon hat. Cool. He jammed it onto his head, where it link horribly with his hair. Dobby now handed Harry a small package, which turned out to be - socks. Steam library private is making them himself, sir. the elf said happily. He is buying the wool out of his wages, sir. The left sock was bright red and had a pattern of broomsticks upon it; the right sock was green with a pattern of Snitches. Theyre. theyre really. well, thanks, Dobby, said Harry, and he pulled them on, causing Dobbys eyes to leak with happiness again. Dobby must go now, sir, we is already making Christmas dinner in the kitchens. said Dobby, and he hurried out of the click to see more, waving good-bye to Ron and the others as he passed. Harrys other presents were much more satisfactory than Dobbys odd socks - with the obvious exception of the Dursleys, which consisted of a single tissue, an all-time low - Harry supposed they too were remembering the Ton-Tongue Toffee. Hermione had given Harry a book called Quidditch Teams of Britain and Ireland; Ron, a bulging bag of Dungbombs; Sirius, a handy penknife with attachments to unlock any lock and undo any knot; and Hagrid, a vast box of sweets including all Harrys favorites: Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, Chocolate Frogs, Droobles Best Blowing Gum, and Fizzing Whizbees. There was also, of course, Mrs. Weasleys usual package, including a new sweater (green, with a picture of a dragon on it - Harry supposed Charlie had told her all about the Horntail), and a large quantity of homemade mince pies. Harry and Ron met up with Hermione in Steam library private common room, and they went down to breakfast together. They spent most of the morning in Gryffindor Tower, where everyone was enjoying their presents, then returned to the Great Hall for a magnificent lunch, which included at least a hundred turkeys and Christmas puddings, and large piles of Cribbages Wizarding Crackers. They went out onto the grounds in the afternoon; the snow was untouched except for the deep channels made by the Durmstrang and Beauxbatons students on their way up to the castle. Hermione chose to watch Harry and the Weasleys snowball fight rather than join in, and at five oclock said she was going back upstairs to get ready for the ball. What, you need three hours. said Ron, looking at her incredulously and paying for his lapse in concentration when a large snowball, thrown by George, hit him hard on the side of the head. Whore you going with. he yelled after Hermione, but she just waved and disappeared up the stone steps into the castle. There was no Christmas tea today, as the ball included a feast, so at seven oclock, when it had become hard to aim properly, the others abandoned their snowball fight and trooped back to the common room. The Fat Lady was sitting in her frame with her friend Violet from downstairs, both of them extremely tipsy, empty boxes of chocolate liqueurs littering the bottom of her picture. Lairy fights, thats the one. she giggled when they gave the password, and she swung forward to let them inside. Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville changed into their dress robes up in their dormitory, all of them looking very self-conscious, but none as much as Ron, who surveyed himself in the long mirror in the corner with an root of tooth look on his face. There was just no getting around the fact that his robes looked more like a dress than anything else. In a desperate attempt to make them look more manly, he used a Severing Charm on the ruff and cuffs. It worked fairly well; at least he was now lace-free, although he hadnt done a very neat job, and the edges still looked depressingly frayed as the boys set off downstairs. I still cant work out how you two got the best-looking girls in the year, muttered Dean. Animal magnetism, said Ron gloomily, pulling stray threads out of his cuffs. The common room looked strange, full of people wearing different colors instead of the usual mass of black. Parvati was waiting for Harry at the foot of the stairs. She looked very pretty indeed, in robes of shocking pink, with her long dark plait braided with gold, and gold bracelets glimmering at her wrists. Harry was relieved to see that she wasnt giggling. You - er - look nice, he said awkwardly. Thanks, she said. Padmas going to meet you in the entrance hall, she added to Ron. Right, said Ron, looking around. Wheres Hermione. Parvati shrugged. Shall we go down then, Harry. Okay, said Harry, wishing he could just stay in the common room. Fred winked at Harry as he passed him on the way out of the portrait hole. The entrance hall was packed with students too, all milling around waiting for eight oclock, when the doors to the Great Hall would be thrown open. Those people who were meeting partners from different Houses were edging through the crowd trying to find one another. Rust game merchandise page found her sister, Padma, and led her over to Harry and Ron. Hi, said Padma, who was looking just as pretty as Parvati in robes of bright turquoise. She didnt look too enthusiastic about having Ron as a partner, though; her dark eyes lingered on the frayed neck and sleeves of his dress robes as she looked him up and down. Hi, said Ron, not looking at her, but staring around at the crowd. Oh no. He bent his knees slightly to hide behind Harry, because Fleur Delacour was passing, looking stunning in robes of silver-gray satin, and accompanied by the Ravenclaw Steam library private Captain, Roger Davies. When they had disappeared, Ron stood straight again and stared over the heads of the crowd. Where is Hermione. he said again. A group of Slytherins came up the steps from their dungeon common room. Malfoy was in front; he was wearing dress robes of black velvet with a high collar, which in Harrys opinion made him look like a vicar. Pansy Parkinson in very frilly robes of pale pink was clutching Malfoys arm. Crabbe and Goyle were both wearing green; they resembled moss-colored boulders, and neither of them, Harry was pleased to see, had managed to find a partner. The oak front doors opened, and everyone turned to look as the Durmstrang students entered with Professor Karkaroff. Krum was at the front of the party, accompanied by a pretty girl in blue robes Harry didnt know. Over their heads he saw that an area of lawn right in front of the castle had been transformed into a sort of grotto full of fairy lights - meaning hundreds of actual living fairies were sitting in the rosebushes that had been conjured there, and fluttering over the statues of what seemed to be Father Christmas and his reindeer. Then Professor McGonagalls voice called, Champions over here, please. Parvati readjusted her bangles, beaming; she and Harry said See you in a minute to Ron and Padma and walked forward, the chattering crowd parting to let them through. Professor McGonagall, who was wearing dress robes of red tartan and had arranged a rather ugly wreath of thistles around the brim of her hat, told them to wait on one side of the doors while everyone else went inside; they were to enter the Great Hall in procession when the rest game electric furnace engine the students had sat down. Fleur Delacour and Roger Davies stationed themselves nearest the doors; Davies looked so stunned by his good fortune in having Fleur for a partner that he could hardly take his eyes off her. Cedric and Cho were close to Harry too; he looked away from them so he wouldnt have to talk to them. His eyes fell instead on the girl next to Krum. His jaw dropped. It was Hermione. But she didnt look like Hermione at all. She had done something with her hair; it was no longer bushy but sleek and shiny, and twisted up into an elegant knot at the back of her head. She was wearing robes made of a floaty, periwinkle-blue material, and she was holding herself differently, somehow - or maybe it was merely the absence of the twenty or so books she usually had slung over her back. She was also smiling - rather nervously, it was true - but the reduction in the size of her front teeth was more noticeable than ever; Harry couldnt understand how he hadnt spotted it before. Hi, Harry. she said. Hi, Parvati. Parvati was gazing at Hermione in unflattering disbelief. She wasnt the only one either; when the doors to the Great Hall opened, Krums fan club from the library stalked past, throwing Hermione looks of deepest loathing. Pansy Parkinson gaped at her as she walked by with Malfoy, and even he didnt seem to be able to find an insult to throw at her. Ron, however, walked right past Hermione without looking at her. Once everyone else was settled in the Hall, Professor McGonagall told the champions and their partners to get in line in pairs and to follow her. They did so, and everyone in the Great Hall applauded as they entered and started walking up toward a large round table at the top of the Hall, where the judges were sitting. The walls of the Hall had all been covered in sparkling silver frost, with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy crossing the starry black ceiling. The House tables had vanished; instead, there were about a hundred smaller, lantern-lit ones, each seating about a dozen people. Harry concentrated on not tripping over his feet. Parvati seemed to be enjoying herself; she was beaming around at everybody, steering Harry so forcefully that he felt as though he were a show dog she was putting through its paces. He caught sight of Ron and Padma as he neared the top table. Ron was watching Hermione pass with narrowed eyes. Padma was looking sulky. Dumbledore smiled happily as the champions approached the top table, but Karkaroff wore an expression remarkably like Rons as he watched Krum and Hermione draw nearer. Ludo Bagman, tonight in robes of bright purple with large yellow stars, was clapping as enthusiastically as any of the students; and Madame Maxime, who had changed her usual uniform of black satin for a flowing gown of lavender silk, was applauding them politely. But Mr. Crouch, Harry suddenly realized, was not there. The fifth seat at the table was occupied by Percy Weasley. When the champions and their partners reached the apex algs news, Percy drew out the empty chair beside him, staring pointedly at Harry. Harry took the hint and sat down next to Percy, who was wearing brand-new, navy-blue dress robes and an expression of such smugness that Harry thought it ought to be fined. Ive been promoted, Percy said before Harry could even ask, and from his tone, he might have been announcing his election as supreme ruler of the universe. Im now Mr. Crouchs personal assistant, and Im here representing him. Why didnt he come. Harry asked. He wasnt looking forward to being lectured on cauldron bottoms all through dinner. Im afraid to say Mr. Crouch isnt well, not well at all. Hasnt been right since the World Cup. Hardly surprising - overwork. Hes not as young as he was - though still quite brilliant, of course, the mind remains as great as it ever was. But the World Cup was a fiasco for the whole Ministry, and then, Mr. Crouch suffered a huge personal shock with the misbehavior of that house-elf of his, Blinky, or whatever she was called. Naturally, he dismissed her immediately afterward, but - well, as I say, hes getting on, he needs looking after, and I think hes found a definite drop in his home comforts since she left. And then we had the tournament to arrange, and the aftermath of the Cup to deal with - that revolting Skeeter woman buzzing around - no, poor man, hes having a well-earned, quiet Christmas. Im just glad he knew he had someone he could rely upon to take his place. Harry wanted very much to ask whether Mr. Crouch had stopped calling Percy Weatherby yet, but resisted the temptation. There was no food as yet on the glittering golden plates, but small menus were lying in front of each of them. Harry picked his up uncertainly and looked around - there were no waiters. Dumbledore, however, looked carefully down at his own menu, then said very clearly to his plate, Pork chops. And pork chops appeared. Getting the idea, the rest of the table placed their orders with their plates too. Harry glanced up at Hermione to see how she felt about this new and more complicated method of dining - surely it meant plenty of extra work for the house-elves. - but for once, Hermione didnt seem to be thinking about S. She was deep in talk with Viktor Krum and hardly seemed to notice what she was eating. It now occurred to Harry that he had never actually heard Krum speak before, but he was certainly talking now, and very enthusiastically at that. Vell, ve have a castle also, not as big as this, nor as comfortable, I am thinking, he was telling Hermione. Ve have just four floors, and the fires are lit only for magical purposes. But ve have grounds larger even than these - though in vinter, ve have very little daylight, so ve are not enjoying them. But in summer ve are flying every day, over the lakes and the mountains - Now, now, Viktor. said Karkaroff with a laugh that didnt reach his cold eyes, dont go giving away anything else, now, continue reading your charming friend will know exactly where to find us. Dumbledore smiled, his eyes twinkling. Igor, all this secrecy. one would almost think you didnt want visitors. Well, Dumbledore, said Karkaroff, displaying his yellowing teeth to their fullest extent, we are all protective of our private domains, are we not. Do we not jealously guard the halls of learning that have been entrusted to us. Are we not right to be proud that we alone know our schools secrets, and right to protect them. Oh I would never dream of assuming I know all Hogwarts secrets, Igor, said Dumbledore amicably. Only this morning, for instance, I took a wrong turning on the way to the bathroom and found myself in a beautifully proportioned room I have never seen before, containing a really rather magnificent collection of chamber pots. When I went back to investigate more closely, I discovered that the room had vanished. But I must keep an eye out for it. Possibly it is only accessible at five-thirty in the morning. Or it may only appear at the quarter moon - or when the seeker has an exceptionally full bladder. Harry snorted into his plate of goulash. Percy frowned, but Harry could have sworn Dumbledore had given him a very small wink. Meanwhile Fleur Delacour was criticizing the Hogwarts decorations to Roger Davies. Zis is nothing, she said dismissively, looking around at the sparkling walls of the Great Hall. At ze Palace of Beauxbatons, we ave ice sculptures all around ze dining chamber at Chreestmas. 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