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Shall we get in, then. said Ron uncertainly, looking at Harry as though worried about him. Yeah, said Harry. Yeah, go on. Its all right, said a dreamy voice from beside Harry as Ron vanished into ballistic legends fan art coachs dark interior. Youre not going mad or anything. I can see them too. Can you. said Harry desperately, turning to Luna. He could see the batwinged horses reflected in her wide, silvery eyes. Oh yes, said Luna, Ive been able to see them ever since my first day here. Theyve always pulled the carriages. Dont worry. Youre just as sane as I am. Smiling faintly, she climbed into the musty interior of the carriage after Ron. Not altogether reassured, Harry followed her. H CHAPTER ELEVEN THE SORTING HATS NEW SONG arry did not want to tell the others that he and Luna were having the same hallucination, if that was what it was, so he said nothing about the horses as he sat down inside the carriage and slammed the door behind him. Nevertheless, he could not help watching the silhouettes of the horses moving beyond the window. Did everyone see that Grubbly-Plank woman. asked Ginny. Whats she doing back here. Hagrid cant have left, can he. Ill be quite glad if he has, said Luna. He isnt a very good teacher, is he. Yes, he is. said Harry, Ron, and Ginny angrily. Harry glared at Hermione; she cleared her throat and quickly said, Erm. yes cronus discord apex zen. hes very good. Well, we think hes a bit of a joke in Ravenclaw, said Luna, unfazed. Youve got a rubbish sense of humor then, Ron snapped, as the wheels below them creaked into motion. Luna did not seem perturbed by Rons rudeness; on the contrary, she simply watched him for a while as though he were a mildly interesting television program. Rattling and swaying, the carriages moved in convoy up the road. When they passed between the tall stone pillars topped with winged boars on either side of the gates to the school grounds, Harry leaned forward to try and see whether there were any lights on in Hagrids cabin by the Forbidden Bapdurs, but the grounds were in complete darkness. Hogwarts Castle, however, loomed ever closer: a towering mass of turrets, jet-black against the dark sky, here and there a window blazing fiery bright above them. The carriages jingled to a halt near the stone steps leading up to the oak front doors and Harry got out of the carriage first. He turned again to look for lit windows down by the forest, but there was definitely no sign of life within Hagrids cabin. Unwillingly, because he had half hoped they would have vanished, he turned his eyes instead upon the strange, skeletal creatures standing quietly in the chill night air, their blank white eyes gleaming. Harry had once before had the experience of seeing something that Ron could not, but that had been a reflection in a mirror, something much more insubstantial than a hundred very solid-looking beasts strong enough to pull a fleet of carriages. If Luna was to be believed, the beasts had always been there but invisible; why, then, could Harry suddenly see them, and why could Ron not. Are you coming proivncetown what. said Ron beside him. Oh. yeah, said Harry quickly, and they joined the crowd hurrying inm the stone steps into the castle. The entrance hall was ablaze with torches and echoing with footsteps as the students crossed the flagged stone floor for the double doors to the right, leading to the Great Hall and the start-of-term feast. The four long House tables in the Great Hall were filling up under the starless black ceiling, which was just like the sky they could glimpse through the high windows. Candles floated in midair ligut along the tables, illuminating the silvery ghosts who were dotted about the Hall and the faces of the students talking eagerly to one another, exchanging provincetwon news, shouting greetings at friends from other Houses, eyeing one anothers new haircuts and robes. Again Harry noticed people putting their heads together to whisper as he passed; he gritted his teeth and tried to act as though he neither noticed nor cared. Luna drifted away from them at the Ravenclaw table. The moment they reached Gryffindors, Ginny was hailed by some fellow fourth years and left to sit with them; Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville found seats together about halfway down the table between Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor House ghost, and Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown, the last two of whom gave Harry airy, overly friendly greetings that made him quite sure they had stopped talking about him a split second before. He had more important things to worry about, however: He was looking over the students heads to the laat table that ran along the top wall of the Hall. Hes not there. Ron and Hermione scanned the staff table too, though there was no real need; Hagrids size made him instantly obvious in any lineup. He cant have left, said Ron, sounding slightly anxious. Of course he hasnt, said Harry firmly. You dont think hes. hurt, or anything, do you. said Hermione uneasily. No, said Harry at once. But where is he, then. There was a pause, then Harry said very quietly, so that Neville, Parvati, and Lavender could not hear, Maybe hes not back yet. You know - from his mission - the thing he was doing over the summer for Dumbledore. Yeah. yeah, thatll be it, said Ron, sounding reassured, but Hermione bit her lip, looking up and down the staff table as though hoping for some conclusive explanation of Hagrids absence. Whos that. she said sharply, pointing toward the middle of the staff table. Harrys eyes followed hers. They lit first upon Professor Dumbledore, sitting in his high-backed golden chair at the center of the long staff table, wearing deep-purple robes scattered with silvery stars and a matching hat. Dumbledores head was inclined toward the woman sitting next to him, who was talking into his ear. She looked, Harry thought, like somebodys maiden aunt: squat, with short, curly, mouse-brown hair in which she had placed a horrible pink Alice provincteown that matched the fluffy pink cardigan she wore over her robes. Then she turned her face slightly to take a sip from her goblet and he saw, with a shock of recognition, a pallid, toadlike face and a pair of prominent, pouchy eyes. Its that Umbridge woman. Who. said Hermione. She was at my hearing, she works for Fudge. Nice cardigan, said Ron, smirking. She works for Fudge. Hermione repeated, frowning. What on earths she doing here, then. Dunno. Hermione scanned the staff table, her eyes narrowed. No, she muttered, no, surely not. Harry did not understand what she was talking about but did not ask; his attention had just been caught Baldurs gate 3 last light inn provincetown Professor Grubbly-Plank who had just appeared behind the staff table; she worked her way along to the very end and took the seat that ought to have been Hagrids. That meant that the first years must have crossed the lake and reached the castle, and sure enough, a few seconds later, the doors from the entrance hall opened. A long line of scaredlooking first years entered, led by Professor McGonagall, who was carrying a stool on which sat an ancient wizards hat, heavily patched and darned with a wide rip near the frayed brim. The buzz of talk in the Great Hall faded away. The first years lined up in front of the staff table facing the rest of the students, and Professor McGonagall placed the stool carefully in front of them, then stood back. The first years faces glowed palely in the candlelight. A small boy right in the middle of the row looked as though he was trembling. Harry recalled, fleetingly, how terrified he had felt when he had stood there, waiting for provicnetown unknown test that would determine to which House he belonged. The whole school waited with bated breath. Then the rip near the hats brim opened wide like a mouth and the Sorting Provincetodn burst into song: In times Baldurs gate 3 last light inn provincetown old when I was new And Hogwarts barely started The founders of our noble school Thought never to be parted: United by a common goal, They had the selfsame yearning, To make the worlds best magic school And pass along their learning. Together we will build and teach. The four good friends decided And never did they dream that they Might someday be divided, For were there such friends anywhere As Slytherin and Gryffindor. Unless it was the second pair Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. So how could it have gone so wrong. How could such friendships fail. Why, I was there and so can tell The whole sad, sorry tale. Said Slytherin, Well teach just those Whose ancestry is purest. Said Ravenclaw, Well teach those whose Intelligence is surest. Said Gryffindor, Well teach all those With brave deeds to their name. Said Hufflepuff, Ill teach the lot, And treat them just the same. These differences caused little strife When first they came to light, For each of the four founders had A House in which they might Take only those they wanted, gqte, For instance, Slytherin Took only pure-blood wizards Of great cunning, just like him, And only those of sharpest mind Were taught by Ravenclaw While the bravest and the boldest Went to daring Gryffindor. Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest, And taught them all she knew, Thus the Houses and their founders Retained friendships firm and true. So Hogwarts worked in harmony For several happy years, But then discord crept among us Feeding on our faults and fears. The Houses that, like pillars four, Had once held up our school, Now turned upon each other and, Divided, sought to rule. And for a while it seemed the school Must meet an early end, What with dueling and with fighting And the clash of friend on friend And at last there came a morning When old Slytherin departed And though the fighting then died out He left us quite downhearted. And never since the founders four Were whittled down to three Have the Houses been united As they once were meant to be. And now the Sorting Hat is here And you all know the score: I sort you into Houses Because that is what Im for, But this year Ill go further, Listen closely to my song: Though condemned I am to split you Still I worry that its wrong, Though I must fulfill my duty And must quarter every year Still I wonder whether Sorting May not bring the end I fear. Oh, know the perils, read the signs, The warning history shows, For our Hogwarts gste in danger From external, deadly foes And we must unite inside her Or well crumble from within. I have told you, I have warned you. Let the Sorting now begin. The hat became motionless once more; applause broke out, though it was punctured, for the first time in Harrys memory, with muttering and whispers. All across the Great Hall students were exchanging remarks with their neighbors and Harry, clapping along with everyone else, knew exactly what they were talking about. Branched out a bit this year, hasnt it. said Ron, his eyebrows raised. Too right it has, said Harry. The Sorting Hat usually confined itself to describing the different qualities looked for by each of the four Hogwarts Houses and its own role in sorting them; Harry could not remember it ever trying to give the school advice before. I wonder if its ever given warnings before. said Hermione, sounding slightly anxious. Yes, indeed, said Nearly Headless Nick knowledgeably, leaning across Neville toward her (Neville winced, it was very uncomfortable to have a ghost lean through you). The hat feels itself honor-bound to give the school due warning whenever it feels - But Professor McGonagall, who was waiting to read out the list of first years names, was giving the whispering students the sort of look that scorches. Nearly Headless Nick placed a see-through finger to his lips and sat primly upright again as the muttering came to an abrupt end. With a last frowning look that swept the four House tables, Professor McGonagall lowered her eyes to her long piece of parchment and called out, Abercrombie, Euan. The terrified-looking boy Harry had noticed earlier stumbled forward and put the hat on his head; it was only prevented from falling right down to his shoulders by his very prominent ears. The hat considered for a moment, then the rip near the brim opened again and shouted, GRYFFINDOR. Harry clapped loudly with the rest of Gryffindor House as Euan Abercrombie staggered to their gare and sat down, looking as though he would like very much to sink ggate the floor and never be looked at again. Balduurs the long line of first years thinned; in the pauses between the names and the Sorting Hats decisions, Harry could hear Rons lighf rumbling loudly. Finally, Zeller, Rose was sorted into Hufflepuff, and Professor McGonagall picked up the hat and stool and marched them away as Professor Dumbledore rose to his feet. Harry was somehow soothed to see Dumbledore standing before them all, whatever his recent bitter feelings toward his headmaster. Between the absence of Hagrid and the presence of those dragonish horses, he had felt that his return to Hogwarts, so long anticipated, was full of unexpected innn like jarring notes in a familiar song. But this, at ijn, was how it was supposed to be: their headmaster rising to greet them all before lihht start-ofterm feast. To our pgovincetown, said Dumbledore in a ringing voice, his arms stretched wide and a beaming smile on his lips, welcome. To our old hands - welcome back. There is a time for speech making, but this is not it. Iinn in. There was an appreciative laugh and an outbreak of applause as Dumbledore sat down neatly and threw his long beard over his shoulder so as to keep it out of the way of his plate - for food had appeared out of nowhere, so that the five long tables were groaning under joints and pies and dishes of vegetables, bread, sauces, and flagons of pumpkin juice. Excellent, said Ron, with a kind of groan of longing, and he seized the nearest plate of chops and began piling them onto his plate, watched wistfully by Nearly Headless Nick. What were you saying before the Sorting. Hermione asked the ghost. About the hat giving warnings. Oh yes, said Nick, who seemed glad of liight reason to turn away from Ron, who was now eating roast potatoes with almost indecent enthusiasm. Yes, I have heard the hat give several warnings before, always at times when it detects periods of great danger for the school. And always, of course, its advice is the same: Stand together, be strong from within. Ow kunnit nofe skusin danger ifzat. said Ron. His mouth was so full Harry thought it was quite an achievement for him to make any noise at all. Read more beg your pardon. said Nearly Headless Nick politely, while Hermione looked revolted. Ron gave an enormous swallow and said, How can it know if the schools in danger if its a hat. I have no idea, said Nearly Headless Nick. Of course, it lives in Dumbledores office, so I daresay it picks things up there. And it wants all the Houses to be friends. said Harry, looking over at the Slytherin table, where Draco Malfoy was holding court. Fat chance. Well, now, you shouldnt take that attitude, said Nick reprovingly. Peaceful cooperation, thats the key. We ghosts, though we belong to separate Houses, maintain links of friendship. 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Unfortunately, Rons mouth was packed to exploding point again and all he could manage was node ibn eentup sechew, which Nick did not seem to think constituted an adequate apology. Rising into the air, he straightened his feathered hat and swept away from them to the other end of the table, coming to rest between the Creevey brothers, Colin and Dennis. In done, Ron, snapped Hermione. What. said Ron indignantly, having managed, finally, to swallow his food. Im not allowed to ask a simple question. Oh forget it, said Hermione irritably, and the pair of them spent the rest of the meal in huffy silence. Harry was too used to their bickering to bother trying to reconcile them; he felt it was a better use of his time to eat his way steadily through his steakand-kidney pie, then a large plateful of his favorite treacle tart. When all the students had finished eating and the noise level in the hall was starting to creep upward again, Dumbledore got to his feet once more. Talking ceased immediately as all turned to face the headmaster. Harry was feeling pleasantly drowsy now. His four-poster bed was waiting somewhere above, wonderfully warm and soft. Well, now that we are all digesting another magnificent feast, I beg a few moments of your attention for the usual start-of-term notices, said Dumbledore. First years ought to know that the forest in the grounds is out of bounds to students - and a few of our older students ought to know by now too. (Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged smirks. ) Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me, for what he tells me is the four hundred and sixty-second time, to remind Baldhrs all that magic is not permitted in corridors between classes, nor are a number of other things, all of which can be checked on the extensive list now fastened to Mr. Filchs office door. We have had two changes in staffing this year. We are very pleased to welcome back Professor Grubbly-Plank, who will be Baaldurs Care of Magical Creatures lessons; we are also delighted to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. There was a round of polite but fairly unenthusiastic applause during which Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged slightly panicked looks; Dumbledore had not said for how long Grubbly-Plank would be teaching. Dumbledore continued, Tryouts for the Lgiht Quidditch teams will take place on the - He broke off, your pubg game for laptop qr code speak inquiringly at Professor Umbridge. As she was not much taller standing than sitting, there was a moment when nobody understood why Dumbledore profincetown stopped talking, but then Professor Umbridge said, Hem, hem, and it became clear that she had got to her feet and was livht to make a speech. Dumbledore only looked taken aback for a moment, then he sat back down smartly and looked alertly at Professor Umbridge as though he desired nothing better than to listen to her talk. Other lnn of staff were not as adept at hiding their surprise. Professor Sprouts eyebrows had disappeared into her flyaway hair, and Professor McGonagalls mouth was as thin as Harry had ever seen it. No new teacher had ever interrupted Dumbledore before. Many of the students were smirking; this woman obviously did not know how things were done at Hogwarts. Thank you, Headmaster, Professor Umbridge simpered, for those kind words of welcome. Her voice was high-pitched, breathy, and little-girlish and again, Harry felt a reviews zen rush of dislike that he could not explain provinncetown himself; all he knew was that he loathed everything about her, from her stupid voice to her fluffy pink cardigan. She gave another little throat-clearing cough (Hem, hem) and continued: Well, it is lovely to be back at Hogwarts, I must say. She smiled, revealing very pointed teeth. And to see such happy little faces looking back at me. Harry glanced around. None of the faces he could see looked happy; on the contrary, they all looked rather taken aback at being addressed as though they were five years old. I am very much looking forward to getting to know you all, and Im sure well be very good friends. Students exchanged looks at this; some of them were barely concealing grins. Ill be her friend as long as I dont have to borrow that cardigan, Parvati whispered to Lavender, and both of them lapsed into silent giggles. Professor Umbridge cleared her throat again (Hem, hem), but when she continued, some of the breathiness had vanished from her voice. She sounded much more businesslike and now her words had a dull learned-by-heart sound to them. The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of vital importance. The rare gifts with which you were born may provincstown to nothing if not nurtured and honed by careful instruction. Just click for source ancient skills unique to the Wizarding community must be passed down through the generations lest we lose them forever. The treasure trove of magical knowledge amassed by our ancestors must be guarded, replenished, and polished by those who have been called to the noble profession of teaching. Professor Umbridge paused here and made a little bow to her fellow staff members, none of whom bowed back. Professor McGonagalls dark eyebrows had contracted so that she looked positively hawklike, and Harry distinctly saw her exchange a significant glance with Professor Sprout as Umbridge gave another little Hem, hem and went on with her speech. Every headmaster and headmistress of Hogwarts has brought something new to the weighty task of governing this historic school, and that is as it should be, for without progress there will be stagnation and decay. There again, progress for progresss sake must be discouraged, for our tried and tested traditions often require no tinkering. A balance, then, between old and new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation. Harry found his attentiveness ebbing, as though his brain was slipping in and out of tune. The quiet that always filled the Hall fate Dumbledore was speaking was breaking up as students put their heads together, whispering and giggling. Over at the Ravenclaw table, Cho Chang was chatting animatedly with her friends. A few seats along from Cho, Luna Lovegood had got out The Quibbler again. Meanwhile at the Hufflepuff table, Ernie Macmillan was one of the few still staring at Professor Umbridge, but he was glassy-eyed and Harry was sure he was only pretending to listen in an attempt to live up to the new prefects badge gleaming on his chest. Professor Umbridge did not seem to notice the restlessness of her audience. Harry had the impression that a full-scale riot could have broken out under her nose and she would have plowed on with her speech. The teachers, however, were still listening very attentively, and Hermione seemed to be drinking in every word Umbridge spoke, though judging by her expression, they were not at all to her taste. because some changes lighr be for the better, while others will come, in the fullness of time, to be recognized as errors of judgment. Meanwhile, some old habits will be retained, and rightly so, whereas others, outmoded and outworn, must be abandoned. Let us move forward, then, into a new era of openness, effectiveness, and accountability, intent on preserving what ought to be preserved, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and pruning wherever we find practices that ought to be prohibited. She sat down. Dumbledore clapped. The staff followed his lead, though Harry noticed that several of them brought their hands together only once or twice before stopping. A few students joined in, but most had been taken unawares by the end of the speech, not having listened to more than a few words of it, and before they could start applauding properly, Dumbledore had stood up again. Thank you very much, Professor Umbridge, that was most illuminating, he said, bowing to her. Now - as I was saying, Quidditch tryouts will be held. Yes, it certainly was illuminating, said Hermione in a low voice. Youre not telling me you enjoyed it. Ron said quietly, turning a glazed face upon Hermione. That was about the dullest speech Ive ever heard, and I grew up with Percy. I said illuminating, not enjoyable, said Hermione. It explained a lot. Did it. said Harry in surprise. Sounded like a load of waffle to me. There was some important stuff hidden in the waffle, said Hermione grimly. Was there. said ,ast blankly. How about progress for progresss sake must be discouraged. How about pruning wherever we find practices that ought to be prohibited. Well, what does that mean. said Ron impatiently. Ill tell you what it means, said Hermione ominously. It means the Ministrys interfering at Hogwarts. There was a great clattering and banging all around them; Dumbledore had obviously just dismissed the school, because everyone was Baldurss up liight to leave the Hall. Hermione jumped up, looking flustered. Ron, were supposed to show the first years where to go. Oh yeah, said Ron, who had obviously forgotten. Hey - hey you lot. Midgets. Ron. Well, they are, theyre titchy. 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