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He retched and ducked out of sight again. Well, I don blame yeh fer tryin ter curse him, Click, said Hagrid loudly over the thuds of more slugs hitting click basin. Bu maybe it was a good thing yer wand backfired. Spect Lucius Malfoy wouldve come marchin up ter school if yehd cursed his son. Least yer not in trouble. Harry would have pointed out that trouble didnt come much worse than having slugs pouring out of your mouth, but he couldnt; Hagrids treacle toffee had cemented his jaws together. Harry, said Hagrid abruptly as though struck by a sudden thought. Gotta bone ter pick with yeh. Ive heard youve bin givin out signed photos. How come I havent got one. Furious, Harry wrenched his teeth apart. I have not been giving out signed photos, he said hotly. If Lockharts still spreading that around - But then he saw that Hagrid was laughing. Im ony jokin, he said, patting Harry genially on the back and sending him face first into the table. I knew yeh hadnt really. I told Lockhart yeh didn need teh. Yer more famous than him without tryin. Bet he didnt like that, said Harry, sitting up and rubbing his chin. Don think he did, said Hagrid, his eyes twinkling. An then I told him Id never read one o his books an he decided ter go. Treacle toffee, Ron. he added as Ron reappeared. No thanks, said Ron weakly. Better not risk it. Come an see what Ive bin growin, said Hagrid as Harry and Hermione finished the last of their tea. In the small vegetable patch behind Hagrids house were a dozen of the largest pumpkins Harry had ever seen. Each was the size of a large boulder. Gettin on well, arent they. said Hagrid happily. Fer the Halloween feast. should be big enough by then. Whatve you been feeding them. said Harry. Hagrid looked over his shoulder to check that they were alone. Well, Ive bin givin them - you know - a bit o help - Harry noticed Hagrids flowery pink umbrella leaning against the back wall of the cabin. Harry had had reason to believe before now that this umbrella was not all it looked; in fact, he had the strong impression that Hagrids old school wand was walker auto parts apex inside it. Hagrid wasnt supposed to use magic. He had been expelled from Hogwarts in his third year, but Harry had never found out why - any mention of the matter and Hagrid would clear his throat loudly and become mysteriously deaf until the subject was changed. An Engorgement Charm, I suppose. said Hermione, halfway between disapproval and amusement. Well, youve done a good job on them. Thats what yer little sister said, said Hagrid, nodding at Ron. Met her jus yesterday. Hagrid looked sideways at Harry, his beard twitching. Said she was jus lookin round the grounds, but I reckon she was hopinshe might run inter someone else at my house. He winked at Harry. If yeh ask me, she wouldnsay no ter a signed - Oh, shut up, said Harry. Ron snorted with laughter and the ground was sprayed with slugs. Watch it. Hagrid roared, pulling Ron away from his precious pumpkins. It was nearly lunchtime and as Harry had only had one bit of treacle toffee since dawn, he was keen to go back to school to eat. They said good-bye to Hagrid and walked back up to the castle, Ron hiccoughing occasionally, but only bringing up two very small slugs. They had barely set foot in the cool entrance hall when a voice rang out, There you are, Potter - Weasley. Professor McGonagall was walking toward them, looking stern. You will both do your detentions this evening. Whatre we doing, Professor. said Ron, nervously suppressing a burp. You will be polishing xim matrix apex legends smart actions silver in the trophy room with Mr. Filch, said Professor McGonagall. And no magic, Weasley - elbow grease. Ron gulped. Argus Filch, the caretaker, was loathed by every student in the school. And you, Potter, will be helping Professor Lockhart answer his fan mail, said Professor McGonagall. Oh n - Professor, cant I go and do the trophy room, too. said Harry desperately. Certainly not, said Professor McGonagall, raising her eyebrows. Professor Lockhart requested you particularly. Eight oclock sharp, both of you. Harry and Ron slouched into the Great Hall in states of deepest gloom, Hermione behind them, wearing a well-you-did-break-school-rules sort of expression. Harry didnt enjoy his shepherds pie as much as hed thought. Both he and Ron felt theyd got the worse deal. Filchll have me there all night, said Ron heavily. No magic. There must be about a hundred cups in that room. Im no good at Muggle cleaning. Id swap anytime, said Harry hollowly. Ive had loads of practice with the Dursleys. Answering Lockharts fan mail. hell be a nightmare. Saturday afternoon seemed to melt away, and in what seemed like no time, it was five minutes to eight, and Harry was dragging his feet along the second-floor corridor to Lockharts office. He gritted his teeth and knocked. The door flew open at once. Lockhart beamed down at him. Ah, heres the scalawag. he said. Come in, Harry, come in - Shining brightly on the walls by the light of many candles were countless framed photographs of Lockhart. He had even signed a few of them. Another large pile lay on his desk. You can address the envelopes. Lockhart told Harry, as though this was a huge treat. This first ones to Gladys Gudgeon, bless her - huge fan of mine - The minutes snailed by. Harry let Lockharts voice wash over him, occasionally saying, Mmm and Right and Yeah. Now and then he caught a phrase like, Fames a fickle friend, Harry, or Celebrity is as celebrity does, remember that. The candles burned lower and lower, making the light dance over the many moving faces of Lockhart watching him. Harry moved his aching hand over what felt like the thousandth envelope, writing out Veronica Smethleys address. It must be nearly time to leave, Harry thought miserably, please let it be nearly time. And then he heard something - something quite apart from the spitting of the dying candles and Lockharts prattle about his fans. It was a voice, a voice to chill the bone marrow, a voice of breathtaking, ice-cold venom. Come. come to me. Let me rip you. Let me tear you. Let me kill you. Harry gave a huge jump and a large lilac blot appeared on Veronica Smethleys street. What. he said loudly. I know. said Lockhart. Six solid months at the top of the best-seller list. Broke all records. No, said Harry Fallout 4 manufacturing extended guide. That voice. Sorry. said Lockhart, looking puzzled. What voice. That - that voice that said - didnt you hear it. Lockhart was looking at Harry in high astonishment. What are you talking about, Harry. Perhaps youre getting a little drowsy. Great Scott - look at the time. Weve been here nearly four hours. Id never have believed it - the times flown, hasnt it. Harry didnt answer. He was straining his ears to hear the voice again, but there was no sound now except for Lockhart telling him he mustnt expect a treat like this every time he got detention. Feeling dazed, Harry left. It was so late that the Gryffindor common room was almost empty. Harry went straight up to the dormitory. Ron wasnt back yet. Harry pulled on his pajamas, got into bed, and waited. Half an hour later, Ron arrived, nursing his right arm and bringing a strong smell of polish into the darkened room. My muscles have all seized up, he groaned, sinking on his Fallout 4 manufacturing extended guide. Fourteen times he made me buff up that Quidditch Cup before he was satisfied. And then I had another slug attack all over a Special Award for Services to the School. Took ages to get the slime off. How was it with Lockhart. Keeping his voice low so as not to wake Neville, Dean, and Seamus, Harry told Ron exactly what he had heard. And Lockhart said he couldnt hear it. said Ron. Harry could see him frowning in the moonlight. Dyou think he was lying. But I dont get it - even someone invisible wouldve had to open the door. I know, said Harry, lying back in his four-poster and staring at the canopy above him. I dont get it either. O CHAPTER EIGHT THE DEATHDAY PARTY ctober arrived, spreading a damp chill over the grounds and into the castle. Madam Pomfrey, the nurse, was kept busy by a sudden spate of colds among the staff and students. Her Pepperup Potion worked instantly, though it left the drinker smoking at the ears for several hours afterward. Ginny Weasley, who had been looking pale, was bullied into taking some by Percy. The steam pouring from under her vivid hair gave the impression that her whole head was on fire. Raindrops the size of bullets thundered on the castle windows for days on end; the lake rose, the flower beds turned into muddy streams, and Hagrids pumpkins swelled to the size of garden sheds. Oliver Woods enthusiasm for regular training sessions, however, was not dampened, which was why Harry was to be found, late one stormy Saturday afternoon a few days before Halloween, returning to Gryffindor Tower, drenched to the skin and splattered with mud. Even aside from the rain and wind it hadnt been a happy practice session. Fred and George, who had been spying on the Slytherin team, had seen for themselves the speed of those new Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones. They reported that the Slytherin team was no more than seven greenish blurs, shooting through the air like missiles. As Harry squelched along the deserted corridor he came across somebody who looked just as preoccupied as he was. Nearly Headless Nick, the ghost of Gryffindor Tower, was staring morosely out of a window, muttering under his breath. dont fulfill their requirements. half an inch, if that. Hello, Nick, said Harry. Hello, hello, said Nearly Headless Nick, starting and looking round. He wore a dashing, plumed hat on his long curly hair, and a tunic with a ruff, which concealed the fact that his neck was almost completely severed. He was pale as smoke, and Harry could see right through him to the dark sky and torrential rain outside. You look troubled, young Potter, said Nick, folding a transparent letter as he spoke and tucking it inside his doublet. So do you, said Harry. Ah, Nearly Headless Nick waved an elegant hand, a matter of no importance. Its not as though I really wanted to join. Thought Id apply, but apparently I dont fulfill requirements - In spite of his airy tone, there was a look of great bitterness on his face. But you would think, wouldnt you, he erupted suddenly, pulling the letter back out of his pocket, that getting hit forty-five times in the neck with a blunt axe would qualify you to join the Headless Hunt. Oh - yes, said Harry, who was obviously supposed to agree. I mean, nobody wishes more than Fallout 4 manufacturing extended guide do that it had all been quick and clean, and my head had come off properly, I mean, it would have saved me a great deal of https://mobilestrategygames.cloud/rust-game/rust-game-font-uses.php and ridicule. However - Nearly Headless Nick shook his letter open and read furiously: We can only accept huntsmen whose heads have parted company with their bodies. You will appreciate that it would be impossible otherwise for members to participate in hunt activities such as Horseback HeadJuggling and Head Polo. It is with the greatest regret, therefore, that I must inform you that you do not fulfill our requirements. With very best wishes, Sir Patrick Delaney-Podmore. Fuming, Nearly Headless Nick stuffed the letter away. Half an inch of skin and sinew holding my neck on, Harry. Most people would think thats good and beheaded, but oh, no, its not enough for Sir Properly Decapitated-Podmore. Nearly Headless Nick took several deep breaths and then said, in a far calmer tone, So - whats bothering you. Anything I can do. No, said Harry. Not unless you know where we can get seven free Nimbus Two Thousand and Ones for our match against Sly - The rest of Harrys sentence was drowned out by a high-pitched mewling from somewhere near his ankles. He looked down and found himself gazing into a pair of lamp-like yellow eyes. It was Mrs. Norris, the skeletal gray cat who was used by the caretaker, Argus Filch, as a sort of deputy in his endless battle against students. Youd better get out of here, Harry, said Nick quickly. Filch isnt in a good mood - hes got the flu and some third years accidentally plastered frog brains all over the ceiling in dungeon five. Hes been your pubg game genre tier list sorry all morning, and if he sees you dripping mud all over the place - Right, said Harry, backing away from the accusing stare of Mrs. Norris, but not quickly enough. Drawn to the spot by the mysterious power that seemed to connect him with his foul cat, Argus Filch burst suddenly through a tapestry to Harrys right, wheezing and looking wildly about for the rulebreaker. There was a thick tartan scarf bound around his head, and his nose was unusually purple. Filth. he shouted, his jowls aquiver, his eyes popping alarmingly as he pointed at the muddy puddle that had dripped from Harrys Quidditch robes. Mess and muck everywhere. Ive had enough of it, I tell you. Follow me, Potter. So Harry waved a gloomy good-bye to Nearly Headless Nick and followed Filch back downstairs, doubling the number of muddy footprints on the floor. Harry had never been inside Filchs office before; it was a place most students avoided. The room was dingy and windowless, lit by a single oil lamp dangling from the low ceiling. A faint smell of fried fish lingered about the place. Wooden filing cabinets stood around the walls; from their labels, Harry could see that they contained details of every pupil Filch had ever punished. Fred and George Weasley had an entire drawer to themselves. A highly polished collection of chains and manacles hung on the wall behind Filchs desk. It was common knowledge steam sale dates 2024 he was always begging Dumbledore to let him suspend students by their ankles from the ceiling. Filch grabbed a quill from a pot on his desk and began shuffling around looking for parchment. Dung, he muttered furiously, great sizzling dragon bogies. frog brains. rat intestines. Ive had enough of it. make an example. wheres the form. yes. He retrieved a large roll of parchment from his desk drawer and stretched it out in front of him, dipping his long black quill into the ink pot. Name. Harry Potter. Crime. It was only a bit of mud. said Harry. Its only a bit of mud to you, boy, but to me its an extra hour scrubbing. shouted Filch, a drip shivering unpleasantly at the end of his bulbous nose. Crime. befouling the castle. suggested sentence. Dabbing at his streaming nose, Filch squinted unpleasantly at Harry, who waited with bated breath for his sentence to fall. But as Filch lowered his quill, there was a great BANG. on the ceiling of the office, which made the oil lamp rattle.
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