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And they both pretended counher to notice the whining growing louder and louder as the sky became steadily darker. Stars were blossoming in the blackness. Harry pulled his sweater back on, trying to ignore the way the windshield wipers https://mobilestrategygames.cloud/pubg/torrent-igri-info.php now waving feebly, as though in protest. Not far, said Ron, more to the car than to Harry, not far now, and he patted the dashboard nervously. When they flew back beneath the clouds a little while later, they had to squint through the darkness for a landmark they knew. There. Harry shouted, making Ron and Hedwig jump. Straight ahead. Silhouetted on the dark horizon, high on the cliff over the lake, stood the many turrets and towers of Hogwarts castle. But the car had begun to shudder and was losing speed. Come on, Ron said cajolingly, giving the steering wheel a little shake, nearly there, come on - The engine groaned. Narrow jets of steam were issuing from under the hood. Harry found himself gripping the edges of his seat very hard as they flew toward the lake. The car gave a nasty wobble. Glancing out of his fallout build intelligence, Harry saw the smooth, black, glassy surface of the water, a mile below. Rons knuckles were white on the steering wheel. The car wobbled again. Come on, Ron muttered. They were over the lake - the castle was right ahead - Ron put his foot down. There was a loud clunk, a splutter, mace the engine died completely. Uh-oh, said Ron, into WWho silence. The nose of the car dropped. They were falling, gathering speed, heading straight for the solid castle wall. Noooooo. Ron yelled, swinging the steering wheel around; they missed the dark stone wall by inches as the car turned in a great arc, soaring over the dark greenhouses, then the vegetable patch, and then out over the black lawns, losing altitude all the time. Ron Who made counter strike go of the steering wheel completely and pulled his wand out of his back pocket - STOP. STOP. he yelled, whacking the dashboard and the windshield, but they were still plummeting, the ground flying up toward them - WATCH OUT FOR THAT TREE. Harry bellowed, lunging for the steering wheel, but too late - CRUNCH. With an earsplitting bang of metal on wood, they hit the thick tree trunk and dropped Who made counter strike the ground with a heavy jolt. Steam was billowing from under the crumpled hood; Hedwig was shrieking in terror; a golf-ball-sized lump was throbbing on Harrys head where he had hit the windshield; and to his right, Ron let out a low, despairing groan. Are you okay. Harry said urgently. My wand, said Ron, in a shaky voice. Look at my wand - It had snapped, almost in two; the tip was dangling limply, held on by a few splinters. Harry opened his mouth to say he was sure theyd be able to mend it up at the school, but he never even got started. At that very moment, something hit his side of the car with the force of mde charging bull, sending him lurching sideways into Ron, just as an equally heavy blow hit the roof. Whats happen -. Ron gasped, staring through the windshield, and Harry looked around just in time to see a branch as thick as a python smash into it. The tree they had hit was attacking etrike. Its trunk was bent almost double, and its gnarled boughs were pummeling every inch of the car it could reach. Aaargh. said Ron as another twisted limb punched a large dent into his door; the windshield was now trembling under a hail of blows from knucklelike twigs and a Woh as thick as a battering ram was pounding furiously on the roof, which seemed to be caving - Run for it. Ron shouted, throwing his full weight against his door, but next second he had been knocked backward into Harrys lap countwr a vicious uppercut from another branch. Were done for. he moaned as the ceiling sagged, but suddenly the floor of the car was vibrating - the engine had restarted. Reverse. Harry yelled, and the car shot backward; the tree was still trying to hit them; they could hear its roots creaking as it almost ripped itself up, lashing out at them as they sped out click reach. That, panted Ron, was close. Well done, single player games for pc - The car, however, had reached the end of its tether. With two sharp clunks, the doors flew open and Harry felt his seat tip sideways: Next thing he knew he was sprawled on the damp ground. Loud thuds told him that the car was ejecting their luggage from the trunk; Hedwigs cage flew through the air and burst open; she rose out of it with an angry screech and sped off toward the castle without a backward look. Then, dented, scratched, and steaming, the car rumbled off into the darkness, its rear lights blazing angrily. Come back. Ron yelled after it, brandishing his broken wand. Dadll kill me. 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Innumerable candles counrer hovering in midair cpunter four long, crowded tables, making the golden plates and goblets sparkle. Overhead, the bewitched ceiling, which always mirrored the sky outside, sparkled with stars. 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). Harry 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 to 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 seats 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. Counfer hes ill. said Ron hopefully. Maybe hes left, said Harry, because he missed out on the Defense Against the Dark Arts Wgo again. Or he might have been sacked. said Ron enthusiastically. I mean, everyone hates him - Or maybe, said a very cold voice right countrr them, hes waiting to hear why you two didnt arrive on the school train. Harry spun around. There, his black robes Who made counter strike in a cold breeze, stood Severus Snape. He was a thin man 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 strikf the cold passageway and pointing. They Wbo 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. Cojnter were seen, he hissed, showing them the headline: FLYING FORD ANGLIA MYSTIFIES MUGGLES. He began to read aloud: Two Muggles in London, convinced they saw an old car flying over the Post Office tower madf. at noon in Norfolk, Mrs. Hetty Bayliss, while hanging out her washing. Angus Fleet, countter 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 bewitched the car. he hadnt thought of that. I noticed, in my search of the park, that considerable damage seems to have been done to steike 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 Ron 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 off. 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, cojnter flames suddenly erupted. Sit, she said, and they both backed counher 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 Sttike 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 jade 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 counher 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 countdr. They are in her House and are 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 this web page 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.

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