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Through the forest of pointed black Hogwarts hats, Harry saw a long line of scared-looking first years filing into the Hall. Ginny was among them, easily visible because of her vivid Weasley hair. Meanwhile, Professor McGonagall, a bespectacled witch with her hair in a tight bun, was placing the famous Hogwarts Sorting Hat on a stool before the newcomers. Every year, this aged old hat, patched, frayed, and dirty, sorted new students into the four Hogwarts Houses (Gryffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Slytherin). Read more well remembered putting it on, exactly one year ago, and waiting, petrified, for its decision as it muttered aloud in his ear. For a few horrible seconds he had feared that the hat was going to put him in Slytherin, the House that had turned out more Dark witches and wizards than any other - but he had ended up in Gryffindor, along with Ron, Hermione, and the rest of the Weasleys. Last term, Harry and Ron had helped Gryffindor win the House Championship, beating Slytherin for the first time in seven years. A very small, mousy-haired boy had been called forward to place the hat on his head. Harrys eyes wandered past him Steam washing machine commercial where Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster, sat watching the Sorting from the staff table, his long silver beard and half-moon glasses shining brightly in the candlelight. Several fortnite steam proton along, Harry saw Gilderoy Lockhart, dressed in robes of aquamarine. And there at the end was Hagrid, huge and hairy, drinking deeply from his goblet. Hang on. Harry muttered to Ron. Theres an empty chair at the staff table. Wheres Snape. Professor Severus Snape was Harrys least favorite teacher. Harry also happened to be Snapes least favorite student. Cruel, sarcastic, and disliked by everybody except the students from his own House (Slytherin), Snape taught Potions. Maybe hes ill. said Ron hopefully. Maybe hes left, said Harry, because he missed out on the Defense Against the Dark Arts job again. Steam washing machine commercial he might have been sacked. said Ron enthusiastically. I mean, everyone hates him - Or maybe, said a very cold voice right behind them, hes waiting to hear why you two didnt arrive on the school train. Harry spun around. There, his black robes rippling in a cold breeze, stood Severus Snape. He was a thin not baldurs gate 3 iron flask vintage unexpectedness! with sallow skin, a hooked nose, and greasy, shoulder-length black hair, and at this moment, he was smiling in a way that told Harry he and Ron were in very deep trouble. Follow me, said Snape. Not daring even to look at each other, Harry and Ron followed Snape up the steps into the vast, echoing entrance hall, which was lit with flaming torches. A delicious smell of food was wafting from the Great Hall, but Snape led them away from the warmth and light, down a narrow stone staircase that led into the dungeons. he said, opening a door halfway down the cold passageway and pointing. They entered Snapes office, shivering. The shadowy walls were lined with shelves of large glass jars, in which floated all manner of revolting things Harry didnt really want to know the name of at the moment. The fireplace was dark and empty. Snape closed the door and turned to look at them. So, he said softly, the train isnt good enough for the famous Harry Potter and his faithful sidekick Weasley. Wanted to arrive with a bang, did we, boys. No, sir, it was the barrier at Kings Cross, it - Silence. said Snape coldly. What have you done with the car. Ron gulped. This wasnt the first time Snape had given Harry the impression of being able to read minds. But a moment later, he understood, as Snape unrolled todays issue of the Evening Prophet. You were seen, he hissed, showing them the headline: FLYING FORD ANGLIA MYSTIFIES MUGGLES. He began to read aloud: Two Muggles in London, convinced link saw an old car flying over the Post Office tower. at noon steam deck and emulation Norfolk, Mrs. Hetty Bayliss, while hanging out her washing. Angus Fleet, fast charger best steam deck Peebles, reported to police. Six or seven Muggles in all. I believe your father works in the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office. he said, looking up at Ron and smiling still more nastily. Dear, dear. his own son. Harry felt as though hed just been walloped in the stomach by one of the mad trees larger branches. If anyone found out Mr. Weasley had learn more here the car. he hadnt thought of that. I noticed, in my search of the park, that considerable damage seems to have been done to a very valuable Whomping Willow, Snape went on. That tree did more damage to us than we - Ron blurted out. Silence. snapped Snape again. Most unfortunately, you are not in my House and the decision to expel you does not rest with me. I shall go and fetch the people who do have that happy power. You will wait here. Harry and Game banned for no reason crossword stared at each other, white-faced. Harry didnt feel hungry anymore. He now felt extremely sick. He tried not to look at a large, slimy something suspended in green liquid on a shelf behind Snapes desk. If Snape had gone to fetch Professor McGonagall, head of Gryffindor House, they were hardly any better click at this page. She might be fairer than Snape, but she was still extremely strict. Ten minutes later, Snape returned, and sure enough it was Professor McGonagall who accompanied him. Harry had seen Professor McGonagall angry on several occasions, but either he had forgotten just how thin her mouth could go, or he had never seen her this angry before. She raised her wand the moment she entered; Harry and Ron both flinched, but she merely pointed it at the empty fireplace, where flames suddenly erupted. Sit, she said, and they both backed into chairs by the fire. Explain, she said, her glasses glinting ominously. Ron launched into the story, starting with the barrier at the station refusing to let them through. - so we had no choice, Professor, we couldnt get on the train. Why didnt you send us a letter by owl. I believe you have an owl. Professor McGonagall said coldly to Harry. Harry gaped at her. Now she said it, that seemed the obvious thing to have done. I - I didnt think - That, said Professor McGonagall, is obvious. There was a knock on the office door and Snape, now looking happier than ever, opened it. There stood the headmaster, Professor Dumbledore. Harrys whole body went numb. Dumbledore was looking unusually grave. He stared down his very crooked nose at them, and Harry suddenly found himself wishing he and Ron were still being beaten up by the Whomping Willow. There was a long silence. Then Dumbledore said, Please explain why you did this. It would have been better if he had shouted. Harry hated the disappointment in his voice. For some reason, he was unable to look Dumbledore in the eyes, and spoke instead to his knees. He told Dumbledore everything except that Mr. Weasley owned the bewitched car, making it sound as though he and Ron had happened to find a flying car parked outside the station. He knew Dumbledore would see through this at once, but Dumbledore asked no questions about the car. When Harry had finished, he merely continued to peer at them through his spectacles. Well go and get our stuff, said Ron in a hopeless sort of voice. What are you talking about, Weasley. barked Professor McGonagall. Well, youre expelling us, arent you. said Ron. Harry looked quickly at Dumbledore. Not today, Mr. Weasley, said Dumbledore. But I must impress upon both of you the seriousness of what you have done. I will be writing to both your families tonight. I must also warn you that if you do anything like this again, I will have no choice but to expel you. Snape looked as though Christmas had been canceled. He cleared his throat and said, Professor Dumbledore, these boys have flouted the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Wizardry, caused serious damage to an old and valuable tree - surely acts of this nature - It will be for Professor McGonagall to decide on these boys punishments, Severus, said Dumbledore calmly. They are in her House and baldurs gate cheat keys therefore her responsibility. He turned to Professor McGonagall. I must go back to the feast, Minerva, Ive got to give out a few notices. Come, Severus, theres a delicious-looking custard tart I want to sample - Snape shot a look of pure venom at Harry and Ron as he allowed himself to be swept out of his office, leaving them alone with Professor McGonagall, who was still eyeing them like a wrathful eagle. Youd better get along to the hospital wing, Weasley, youre bleeding. Not much, said Ron, hastily wiping the cut over his eye with his sleeve. Professor, I wanted to watch my sister being Sorted - The Sorting Ceremony is over, said Professor McGonagall. Your sister is also in Gryffindor. Oh, good, said Ron. And speaking of Gryffindor - Professor McGonagall said sharply, but Harry cut in: Professor, when we took the car, term hadnt started, so - so Gryffindor shouldnt really have points taken from it - should it. he finished, watching her anxiously. Professor McGonagall gave him a piercing look, but he was sure she had almost smiled. Her mouth looked less thin, anyway. I will not take any points from Gryffindor, she said, and Harrys heart lightened considerably. But you will both get a detention. It was better than Harry had expected. As for Dumbledores writing to the Dursleys, that was nothing. Harry knew perfectly well theyd just be disappointed that the Whomping Willow hadnt squashed him flat. Professor McGonagall raised her wand again and pointed it Steam washing machine commercial Snapes desk. A large plate of sandwiches, two silver goblets, and a jug of iced pumpkin juice appeared with a pop. You will eat in here and then go straight up to your dormitory, she said. I must also return to the feast. When the door had closed behind her, Ron let out a long, low whistle. I thought wed had it, he said, grabbing a sandwich. So did I, said Harry, taking one, too. Can you believe our luck, though. said Ron thickly through a mouthful of chicken and ham. Fred and George mustve flown that car five or six times and no Muggle ever saw them. He swallowed and took another huge bite. Why couldnt we get through the barrier. Harry shrugged. Well have to watch our step from now on, though, he said, taking a grateful swig of pumpkin juice. Wish we couldve gone up to the feast. She didnt want us showing off, said Ron sagely. Doesnt want people to think its clever, arriving by flying car. When they had eaten as many sandwiches as they could (the plate kept refilling itself), they rose and left the office, treading the familiar path to Gryffindor Tower. The castle was quiet; it seemed that the feast was over. They walked past muttering portraits and creaking suits of armor, and climbed narrow flights of stone stairs, until at last they reached the passage where the secret entrance to Gryffindor Tower was hidden, behind an oil painting of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress. Password. she said as they approached. Er - said Harry. 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Surely it would need sustenance before long. And what if, at that point, it realized it had three highly edible humans sitting on its back. The sun slipped lower in the sky, which was turning indigo; and still the dragon flew, cities and towns gliding out of sight beneath them, its enormous shadow sliding over the earth like a great dark cloud. Every part of Harry ached with the effort of holding on to the dragons back. Is it my imagination, shouted Ron after a considerable stretch of silence, or are we losing height. Harry looked down and saw deep green mountains and lakes, coppery in the sunset. The landscape seemed to grow larger and more detailed as he squinted over the side of the dragon, and he wondered whether it had divined the presence of fresh water by the flashes of reflected sunlight. Lower and lower the dragon flew, in great spiraling circles, honing in, it seemed, upon one of the smaller lakes. I say we jump when it gets low enough. Harry called back to the others. 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Hermione looked across the lake to the far bank, where the dragon was still drinking. Whatll happen to it, do you think. she asked. Will it be all right. You sound like Hagrid, said Ron. Its a dragon, Hermione, it can look after itself. Its us we need to worry about. What do you mean. Well, I dont know how to break this to you, said Ron, but I think they might have noticed we broke into Gringotts. All three of them started Baldurs gate 3 how to free shadowheart book laugh, and once started, it was difficult to stop. Harrys ribs ached, he go here lightheaded with hunger, but he lay back on the grass beneath the reddening sky and laughed until his throat was raw. What are we going to do, though.
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