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Very well, then, lets hear the worst. Well, we followed Draco Malfoy. We used my Invisibility Cloak. Did you have any particular reason for doing so, or was it a mere whim. Because I thought Malfoy was up to something, said Harry, disregarding Mr. Weasleys look of mingled exasperation and amusement. Visit web page given his mother ratibg slip and I wanted to know why. Of course you did, said Mr. Weasley, sounding resigned. Well. Did you find out why. He went into Borgin and Burkes, said Harry, and started bullying the bloke in there, Borgin, to help him fix something. And he said he wanted Borgin to keep something else for him. He made it sound like it was the same kind of thing that needed fixing. Like they were a pair. And. Harry took a deep breath. Theres something else. We saw Malfoy jump about a mile when Madam Malkin tried to touch his left arm. I think hes been branded with the Dark Mark. I think hes replaced his father as a Death Eater. Weasley looked taken aback. After a moment he said, Harry, I doubt whether You-Know-Who would allow a sixteen-year-old - Does anyone really know what You-Know-Who would or wouldnt do. asked Harry rwting. Weasley, Im sorry, but isnt it worth investigating. If Malfoy wants something fixing, and he needs to threaten Borgin to get it done, its probably something Dark or dangerous, isnt it. I doubt it, to be honest, Harry, said Mr. Weasley slowly. You see, when Lucius Malfoy was arrested, we raided his house. We took away everything that might have been dangerous. I think you missed something, Zoo tycoon age rating Harry stubbornly. Well, maybe, said Mr. Weasley, but Harry could tell that Mr. Weasley was humoring him. There was afe whistle behind them; nearly everyone had boarded the train and the doors were closing. Youd better hurry, said Mr. Weasley, as Mrs. Weasley cried, Harry, quickly. He hurried forward and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley helped him load his trunk onto the train. Now, dear, youre coming to us for Christmas, its all fixed with Dumbledore, so well see you quite soon, said Mrs. Weasley through the window, as Harry slammed the door shut behind him and the train began to tycoob. You make sure you look after yourself ratijg - The train was gathering speed. - be good and - She was jogging to keep up now. - stay safe. Harry waved until the train had turned a corner and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were lost to view, then turned to see where the others had got to. He supposed Ron and Hermione were cloistered in the prefects carriage, but Ginny was a little way along the corridor, chatting to some friends. Can fallout 4 map app late made his way toward her, dragging sge trunk. People stared shamelessly as he approached. They even pressed their faces against the windows of their compartments to get a look at him. He had expected an upswing in the amount of gaping and gawping he would have to endure this term after all the Chosen Zge rumors Zoo tycoon age rating the Daily Prophet, but he did not enjoy the sensation of standing in a very bright spotlight. He tapped Ginny on the shoulder. Fancy tyoon to find a compartment. I cant, Harry, I said Id meet Dean, said Ginny brightly. See you later. Right, said Harry. He felt a strange twinge of annoyance as she walked away, her long red hair dancing behind her; he had become so used to her presence over the summer that he had almost forgotten that Ginny did not hang around with him, Ron, and Hermione while at school. Then he blinked and looked around: He was surrounded by mesmerized girls. Hi, Harry. said a familiar voice from behind him. Neville. said Harry in relief, turning to see a round-faced boy struggling toward him. Hello, Harry, said a girl with long hair and large misty eyes, who was just behind Neville. Luna, hi, how are you. Very well, thank you, said Luna. She was clutching a magazine to her chest; large letters on the front announced that there was a pair of free Spectrespecs inside. Quibbler still going strong, then. asked Harry, who felt a certain fondness for the magazine, having given it an exclusive interview the previous year. Oh yes, circulations well up, said Luna happily. Lets find seats, said Harry, and the three of them set off along the train through hordes of silently staring students. At last they found an empty compartment, and Harry hurried inside gratefully. Theyre even staring at us. said Neville, indicating himself and Luna. Because were with you. Theyre staring at you because you were at the Ministry too, said Harry, as he hoisted his trunk into the luggage rack. Our little adventure there was all over the Daily Prophet, you mustve seen it. Yes, I thought Gran would be angry about all the publicity, said Neville, but she was really pleased. Says Im starting to live up to my dad at long last. She bought me a new wand, look. He pulled it out and showed it to Harry. Cherry and unicorn hair, he said proudly. We think it was one of the last Ollivander ever sold, he vanished next day - oi, come back here, Trevor. And he dived under the seat to retrieve his toad as it made one of its frequent bids for freedom. Are we still doing D. meetings this Zoo tycoon age rating, Harry. asked Luna, who was detaching a pair of psychedelic spectacles from the middle of The Quibbler. No point now weve got rid of Umbridge, is there. said Harry, sitting down. Neville bumped his head against the seat as he emerged from under it. He looked most disappointed. I liked the D. I learned loads with you. I enjoyed the meetings too, eating Luna serenely. It was like having friends. This was one of those uncomfortable things Luna often said and which made Harry feel a squirming mixture of pity and embarrassment. Before he could respond, however, there was a disturbance outside their compartment door; a group of fourth-year girls was whispering and giggling together on the other side of the glass. You ask him. No, you. Ill do it. And one of them, a bold-looking girl with large dark eyes, a prominent chin, and long black hair pushed her way through the door. Hi, Harry, Im Romilda, Romilda Vane, she said loudly and confidently. Why dont you join us in our compartment. You dont have to sit with them, she added in a stage whisper, indicating Nevilles bottom, which was sticking out tycoo under the seat again as he groped around for Trevor, and Luna, who was now wearing her free Spectrespecs, which gave her the look of a demented, multicolored owl. Theyre friends of mine, said Harry coldly. Oh, said ate girl, looking very surprised. Okay. And she withdrew, sliding the door closed behind her. People expect you to have cooler friends than us, said Luna, once again displaying her knack for embarrassing honesty. You are cool, said Harry shortly. None of them was at the Ministry. They didnt fight with me. Thats a very nice thing to say, beamed Luna. Then she pushed her Spectrespecs farther up her nose and settled down to read The Quibbler. We didnt face him, though, said Neville, emerging from under tycokn seat with fluff and dust in his hair and a resigned-looking Trevor in his hand. You did. You should hear my gran talk about you. That Harry Potters got more backbone than click to see more whole Ministry of Magic put together. Shed give anything to have you as a grandson. Harry laughed uncomfortably and changed the subject to O. results as soon as he could. While Neville recited his grades and wondered aloud whether he would be allowed to take a Transfiguration N. with only an Acceptable, Harry watched him without really listening. Nevilles childhood had been blighted by Voldemort just as much as Harrys had, but Neville had no idea how close he had come to having Harrys destiny. The prophecy could have referred to either of them, yet, for his own inscrutable reasons, Voldemort had chosen to believe click Harry was the one meant. Had Voldemort chosen Neville, it would be Neville sitting opposite Harry bearing the lightning-shaped scar and the weight of the prophecy. Or would it. Would Nevilles mother have died to save him, as Lily had died for Harry. Surely she would. But what if she had been unable to stand between her son and Voldemort. Would there then have been no Chosen One at all. An empty seat where Neville now sat and a scarless Harry who would have been kissed good-bye by his own mother, not Rons. You all right, Harry. You look funny, said Neville. Harry started. Sorry - I - Wrackspurt got you. asked Luna sympathetically, peering at Harry through her enormous colored spectacles. I - what. A Wrackspurt. Theyre invisible. They float in through your ears and make your brain go fuzzy, she said. I thought I felt one zooming around in here. She flapped her hands at thin air, as though beating off large invisible moths. Harry and Neville caught each others eyes and hastily ratkng to talk of Quidditch. The weather beyond the train windows was as patchy as it had been all summer; they passed through stretches of the chilling mist, then out into weak, clear sunlight. It was during one of the clear spells, when the sun was visible almost directly overhead, that Ron and Hermione entered the compartment at last. Wish the lunch trolley would hurry up, Im starving, said Ron longingly, slumping into the seat beside Harry and rubbing his stomach. Hi, Neville. Hi, Luna. Guess what. he added, turning to Harry. Malfoys not doing prefect duty. Hes just sitting in his compartment with the other Slytherins, we saw him when we passed. Harry sat up straight, interested. It was not like Malfoy to pass up the chance to demonstrate his power as prefect, which he had happily abused all the previous year. What did he do when he saw you. The usual, said Ron indifferently, demonstrating a rude hand gesture. Not like him, though, is it. Well - that is - he did the hand gesture again - but why isnt he out there bullying first years. Dunno, said Harry, but his mind was racing. Didnt this look as though Malfoy had more important things on his mind than bullying younger students. Maybe he preferred the Inquisitorial Squad, said Hermione. Maybe being a prefect seems a bit tame after that. I dont think so, said Harry. I think hes - But before he could expound on his theory, the compartment door slid open again and a breathless third-year ratign stepped inside. Im supposed to deliver these to Neville Longbottom and Harry P-Potter, she faltered, as her eyes met Harrys and she turned scarlet. She was holding out two scrolls of parchment tied with violet ribbon. Perplexed, Harry and Neville took the scroll addressed to each of them and the girl stumbled back out of the compartment. What is it. Ron demanded, as Harry unrolled his. An invitation, said Tycooh. Harry, I would be delighted if you would join me for a bite of lunch in compartment C. Sincerely, Professor H. Slughorn Whos Professor Slughorn. asked Neville, looking perplexedly at his own invitation. New teacher, said Harry. Well, I suppose well have to go, wont we. But what does he want me for. asked Neville nervously, as though he was expecting detention. No idea, said Harry, which was not entirely true, though he had no proof yet that his hunch was correct. Listen, he added, seized by a sudden brain wave, lets go under the Invisibility Cloak, then we might get a good look at Malfoy on the way, see what hes up to. This idea, however, came to nothing: The corridors, which were packed with people ae the lookout for the lunch trolley, were impossible to negotiate while wearing the Cloak. Harry stowed it regretfully back in his bag, reflecting that it would have been nice to wear it just to avoid all the staring, which seemed to have increased in intensity even since he had last walked down the train. Every now and then, students would hurtle out of their compartments to get a better look at him. The exception was Cho Chang, who darted into her compartment when she saw Harry coming. As Harry passed the window, he saw tyccoon deep in determined conversation with her friend Marietta, who was wearing a very thick layer of makeup rwting did not entirely obscure the odd formation of pimples still etched across her ahe. Smirking slightly, Harry pushed on. When they reached compartment C, they saw at once that they were not Slughorns only invitees, although judging by the enthusiasm of Slughorns welcome, Harry was the most warmly anticipated. Harry, mboy. said Slughorn, jumping up at the sight of him so that his great velvet-covered belly seemed to fill all the remaining space in the compartment. His shiny bald head and great silvery mustache gleamed as brightly in the sunlight as the golden buttons on his waistcoat. Good to see you, good to see you. And you must be Mr. Longbottom. Neville nodded, looking scared. At a gesture from Slughorn, they sat down opposite each other in the only two empty seats, which were nearest the door. Harry glanced ratingg at their fellow guests. He recognized a Slytherin from their year, a tall black boy with high cheekbones and long, slanting eyes; there were also two seventh-year boys Harry did not know and, squashed in the corner beside Slughorn and looking as though she was not entirely sure how she had got there, Ginny. Now, do you know everyone. Slughorn asked Harry and Neville. Blaise Zabini is in your year, of course - Zabini did not make any sign of recognition or greeting, nor did Harry or Neville: Gryffindor and Slytherin students loathed each other on principle. This is Cormac McLaggen, perhaps youve come across each other -. McLaggen, a large, wiry-haired youth, raised a hand, and Harry and Neville nodded back at him. - and this is Marcus Ratong, I dont know whether -. Belby, who was thin and nervous-looking, gave a strained smile. - and this charming young lady tells me she knows you. Slughorn finished. Ginny grimaced at Harry and Neville from behind Ratiing back. Well now, this is most pleasant, said Slughorn cozily. A chance to get to know you all a little better. Here, take a napkin. Ive packed my own lunch; the trolley, as I remember it, is heavy on licorice wands, and a poor old mans digestive system isnt quite up to such things. Pheasant, Belby. Belby started and accepted what looked like half a cold go here. I was just telling young Marcus here ratin I had the pleasure of teaching his Uncle Damocles, Slughorn told Harry and Neville, now passing around a basket of rolls. Outstanding wizard, outstanding, and thcoon Order of Merlin most well-deserved. Do you see much of your uncle, Marcus. Unfortunately, Belby had just taken a large mouthful of pheasant; in his haste to answer Slughorn he swallowed too fast, turned purple, and began to choke. Anapneo, said Slughorn calmly, pointing his wand at Belby, whose airway seemed to clear at once. Not. not much of him, no, gasped Belby, his eyes streaming. Well, of course, I daresay hes busy, said Slughorn, looking questioningly at Belby. I doubt he invented the Wolfsbane Potion without considerable hard work. I suppose tycoom. said Belby, who seemed afraid to take another bite of pheasant until he was rqting that Slughorn had finished with him. Er. he and my dad dont get on very well, you see, so Tycoin dont really know much about. His voice tailed away as Slughorn gave him a cold smile and turned to McLaggen instead. Now, you, Cormac, said Slughorn, I happen to know you see see more lot of your Uncle Tiberius, because he has a rather splendid picture of the two of you hunting nogtails in, I think, Norfolk. Oh, yeah, that was fun, that was, said McLaggen. We went with Bertie Higgs and Rufus Scrimgeour - this was before he became Minister, obviously - Ah, you know Bertie and Rufus too. beamed Slughorn, now offering around a small tray of pies; somehow, Belby was missed out. Now tell me. It was as Harry had suspected. Everyone here seemed to have been invited because they were connected to somebody well-known or influential - everyone except Ginny. Zabini, who was iron for or shirts steamer after McLaggen, just click for source out to have a famously beautiful witch for a mother (from what Harry rting make out, she had been married seven times, each of her husbands dying mysteriously and leaving her mounds of gold). It was Nevilles turn next: This was a very uncomfortable ten minutes, for Nevilles parents, well-known Aurors, had been tortured into insanity by Bellatrix Lestrange and a couple of Death Eater cronies. At the end of Nevilles interview, Harry had the impression that Slughorn was reserving judgment on Neville, yet to see whether he had any of his parents flair. And now, said Slughorn, shifting massively in his seat with the air of a compere introducing his star act. Harry Potter. Where to begin. I feel I barely scratched the surface when we met over the summer. He contemplated Harry for a moment as rxting he was a particularly large and succulent piece of pheasant, then said, The Chosen One, theyre calling you now. Harry said nothing. Belby, McLaggen, and Zabini were all staring at him. Of course, said Slughorn, watching Harry closely, there have been rumors for years. I remember when - well - read more that terrible night - Lily - James - and you survived - and the word was that you must have powers beyond the ordinary - Zabini gave a tiny little cough that was clearly supposed to indicate amused skepticism. An angry voice burst out from behind Slughorn. Yeah, Zabini, because youre so talented. at posing. Oh dear. chuckled Slughorn comfortably, looking around at Ginny, who was glaring at Zabini around Slughorns great belly. You want to be careful, Blaise. I saw this young lady perform the tycooh marvelous Bat-Bogey Hex as I was passing her carriage. I wouldnt cross her. Zabini merely looked contemptuous. Anyway, said Slughorn, turning back to Harry. Such rumors this summer. Of course, one doesnt know what to believe, the Prophet has been known to print inaccuracies, make mistakes - but there seems little doubt, given the number of witnesses, that there was quite a disturbance at the Ministry and that you were there in the thick of it all. Harry, who could not see any way out of this without flatly lying, nodded but still said nothing. Tycooon beamed at him. So modest, so modest, no wonder Dumbledore is so fond - you were there, then. Fating the rest of the stories - so sensational, xge course, one doesnt know quite what to believe - this fabled prophecy, for instance - We never heard a prophecy, said Neville, turning geranium pink as he said it. Thats right, said Ginny staunchly. Neville and I were both there too, and all this Chosen One rubbish is just the Prophet making things up as usual. You were both there too, were you. said Slughorn with great interest, looking from Ginny to Neville, but both of them sat clamlike before his encouraging smile. Yes. well. it is true that the Prophet often exaggerates, of course. Slughorn said, sounding a little disappointed. I remember dear Gwenog telling me (Gwenog Jones, I mean, of course, Captain of the Holyhead Harpies) - He meandered off into a long-winded reminiscence, but Harry had the distinct impression that Slughorn had not finished with him, and that he had not been convinced by Neville and Zge. The afternoon wore on with more anecdotes about illustrious wizards Slughorn had taught, all of whom had been delighted to join what he called the Slug Club at Hogwarts. Harry could not wait to leave, but couldnt see how to do so politely. Finally the train emerged from yet another long misty stretch into a red sunset, and Slughorn looked around, blinking in the twilight. Good gracious, its getting dark already.
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