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Bit keen, arent yeh. Oh, were not working, Harry told him brightly. Ever since you mentioned Nicolas Flamel weve been trying to find out who he is. Wag what. Hagrid looked shocked. Listen here - Ive told yeh - drop it. Its nothin to you what that dogs guardin. We just want to know who Nicolas Flamel is, thats all, said Hermione. Unless youd like to tell us and save us the trouble. Harry added. We mustve been through hundreds of books already and we cant find him anywhere - just give us a hint - I know Ive read his name somewhere. Im sayin nothin, said Hagrid flatly. Just have to find out for ourselves, then, said Ron, and they left Hagrid looking disgruntled and hurried off to the library. They had indeed been searching books 133 Flamels name ever since Hagrid had let it slip, because how else were they going to find out what Snape was trying to steal. The trouble was, it was very hard to know where to begin, not knowing what Flamel might have done to get himself into a book. He basf in Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century, or Notable Magical Names of Our Time; he was missing, too, from Important Modern Magical Discoveries, and A Study of Recent Developments in Wizardry. And then, of course, there was the sheer size of the library; tens of thousands of books; learn more here of shelves; hundreds of narrow rows. Hermione took out a list of subjects and titles she had decided to search while Ron strode off down a row of books and started pulling them off the shelves at random. Harry wandered over to the Restricted Section. He 222 been wondering for basr while if Flamel wasnt somewhere in there. Unfortunately, you needed a specially signed note from one of the teachers to look in any of the restricted books, and he knew hed never get one. These were the books containing powerful Dark Magic never taught at Hogwarts, and only read by older students studying advanced Defense Against the Dark Arts. What are you looking for, boy. Nothing, said Harry. Madam Pince the librarian brandished a feather duster at him. Youd better get out, then. Go on - out. Wishing hed been a bit quicker at thinking up some gase, Harry left the library. He, Ron, and Hermione had already agreed theyd better not Th 13 war base 2022 Madam Pince where they could find Flamel. They were sure shed be able to tell them, but they couldnt risk Snape hearing what they were up to. Harry waited outside in the Th 13 war base 2022 to see if the other two had found anything, but he wasnt very hopeful. They had been looking for two weeks, after all, assassins creed identity as they only had odd moments between lessons it wasnt surprising theyd found nothing. What they really needed was a nice long search without Madam Pince breathing down their necks. Five minutes later, Ron and Hermione joined him, shaking their heads. They went off to lunch. You will keep looking while Im away, wont you. said Hermione. And send me an owl if you find anything. And you could ask your parents if they know who Flamel is, said Ron. Itd be safe to ask them. Very safe, as theyre both dentists, said Hermione. Once the holidays had started, Ron and Harry were having too good a time to think much about Flamel. They had the dormitory to themselves and the common room was far emptier than usual, so they were able to get the good armchairs by the fire. They sat by the hour eating anything they could article source on a toasting fork - bread, Dar muffins, marshmallows - and plotting ways of getting Malfoy expelled, which were fun to talk about even if they wouldnt work. Ron also started teaching Harry wizard chess. This was exactly like Muggle chess except wxr the figures were alive, which made it a lot like directing troops in battle. Rons set was very old and battered. Like everything else he owned, it had once belonged to someone else in his family - in this case, his grandfather. However, old chessmen werent a drawback at awr. Ron knew them so well he never had trouble getting them to do what he wanted. Harry played with chessmen Seamus Finnigan had lent him, and they didnt trust him at all. He wasnt a very good player yet and they kept shouting different bits of advice at him, which was confusing. Dont send me there, cant you see his knight. Send him, we can afford to lose him. On Christmas Eve, Harry went to bed looking forward to the next day for the food and the fun, but not expecting any presents at all. When he woke early in the morning, however, the first thing he saw was a small pile of packages at the foot of his bed. Merry Christmas, said Ron sleepily as Harry scrambled out of bed and pulled on his bathrobe. You, too, said Harry. Will you look at this. Ive got some presents. What did you expect, turnips. said Ron, turning to his own pile, which was a lot bigger than Harrys. Harry picked up the top parcel. It was wrapped in thick brown paper and scrawled across it was To Harry, from Hagrid. Inside was a roughly cut wooden flute. Hagrid had obviously whittled it himself. Harry blew it - it sounded a bit like an owl. A second, very small parcel contained a note. We received your message and enclose your Christmas present. From Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia. Taped to the note was a fifty-pence piece. Thats friendly, said Harry. Ron was fascinated by the fifty pence. Weird. he said, What a shape. This is money. You can keep it, said Harry, laughing at how pleased Ron was. Hagrid and my aunt and uncle - so who sent these. I think I know who that ones from, said Ron, turning a bit pink and pointing to a very lumpy parcel. My basw. I nase her you didnt expect any presents and - oh, no, he groaned, shes made you a Weasley sweater. Harry had torn open the parcel to find a thick, hand-knitted sweater in emerald green wwar a large box of homemade fudge. Every year she makes us a sweater, said Ron, unwrapping his own, and mines always maroon. Thats really nice of her, 20022 Harry, trying the fudge, which was very tasty. His next present also contained candy - a large box of Chocolate Frogs from Hermione. This only left one parcel. Harry picked it up and felt it. It was very light. He unwrapped it. Something fluid and silvery gray went slithering to the floor where it Tj in gleaming folds. Ron gasped. Ive heard of those, he said in a hushed voice, dropping the box of Every Flavor Beans hed gotten from Hermione. If thats what I think it is - theyre really rare, and really valuable. What is it. Harry picked the shining, silvery cloth off the floor. It was strange to the touch, like water woven into material. Its an Invisibility Cloak, said Ron, a look of awe on his face. Im sure it is - try it on. Harry threw the Cloak around his shoulders and Ron gave a yell. It is. Look down. Harry looked down at his feet, but they were gone. He dashed to the mirror. Sure enough, his reflection looked back at him, just his head suspended in midair, his body completely invisible. Fall pc pulled the Cloak over his head and his reflection vanished completely. Theres a note. said Ron suddenly. A note fell out of it. Harry pulled off the Cloak and seized the letter. Written best tactical rpgs narrow, loopy writing he had never seen before were the following words: Your father left this in my possession before he died. It is time it was returned to you. Use it well. A Very Merry Christmas to you There was no signature. Harry stared at the note. Ron was admiring the Cloak. Id give anything for one of these, he said. Anything. Whats the matter. Nothing, said Harry. He felt very strange. Who had sent the Cloak. Had it really once belonged to his father. Before he could say or think anything else, the dormitory door was flung open and Fred and George Weasley bounded in. Harry stuffed the Cloak quickly out of sight. He didnt feel like sharing it with anyone else yet. Merry Christmas. Hey, look - Harrys got a Weasley sweater, too. Fred and George were wearing blue sweaters, one with a large yellow F on it, the other a G. Harrys is better than ours, though, said Fred, holding up Harrys sweater. She 22022 makes more of an effort if youre not family. Why arent you wearing yours, Ron. George demanded. Come on, get it on, theyre lovely and warm. I hate maroon, Ron moaned halfheartedly as he pulled it over his head. You havent got a letter on yours, George observed. I suppose she thinks you dont forget your name. But were not stupid - we know were called Gred and Forge. Whats all this noise. Percy Weasley stuck his head through the door, looking disapproving. He had clearly gotten halfway through unwrapping his presents as he, too, carried a lumpy sweater over his arm, which Fred seized. P for prefect. Get it on, Percy, come on, were all wearing ours, even Harry got one. I - dont - want - wra Percy thickly, as the twins forced the sweater over his head, knocking his glasses askew. And youre not sitting with the prefects today, either, said George. Christmas is a time for family. They frog-marched Percy from the room, his arms pinned to his side by his sweater. Harry had never in all his life had such a Christmas dinner. A hundred fat, roast turkeys; mountains of roast and boiled potatoes; platters of chipolatas; tureens of buttered peas, silver boats of thick, rich gravy and cranberry sauce - and stacks of wizard crackers every few feet along the table. These fantastic party favors were nothing like the feeble Muggle ones the Dursleys usually bought, with their little plastic toys and their flimsy paper hats inside. Harry pulled a wizard cracker with Fred and it didnt just bang, it went off with a blast like a cannon and engulfed them all in a cloud of blue smoke, while from the inside exploded a rear admirals hat and several live, white mice. Up at the High Table, Dumbledore had swapped his pointed wizards hat for a flowered bonnet, and was chuckling merrily at a joke Professor Flitwick had just read him. Flaming Christmas puddings wad the turkey. Percy nearly broke his teeth on a silver Sickle embedded in his slice. Harry watched Hagrid getting redder and redder in the face as he called for more wine, finally kissing Professor McGonagall on the cheek, who, to Harrys amazement, giggled and blushed, her top hat lopsided. When Harry finally left the table, he was laden down with a stack of things out of the crackers, including a pack of non-explodable, luminous balloons, a Grow-Your-Own-Warts kit, and his own new wizard chess set. The white mice had disappeared and Th 13 war base 2022 had a nasty feeling they were going to end up as Mrs. Norriss Christmas dinner. Harry and the Weasleys spent a happy afternoon having a furious snowball fight on the grounds. Then, cold, wet, and gasping for breath, they returned to the fire in the Gryffindor common room, where Harry broke in his new chess set by losing spectacularly to Ron. He suspected he wouldnt have lost so badly if Percy hadnt tried to help him so much. After a meal of turkey sandwiches, sar, trifle, and Christmas cake, everyone felt too full and sleepy to do much before bed except sit and watch Percy chase Fred and George all over Gryffindor Tower because theyd stolen his prefect badge. It had been Harrys best Christmas day ever. Yet something had been nagging at the back of his mind all day. Not until he climbed into bed was he free to think about it: the Invisibility Cloak and whoever had sent it. Ron, full of turkey and cake and with nothing mysterious 22022 bother Thh, fell asleep almost as soon as hed drawn the curtains of his four-poster. Harry leaned over the side of his own bed and pulled the Cloak out from under it. His fathers. this had been his fathers. He let the material flow over his hands, smoother than silk, light as air. Use it well, the note had said. He had to try it, now. He slipped out of sar and wrapped the Cloak around himself. Looking down at his legs, he saw only moonlight and link. It was a very funny feeling. Use it well. Suddenly, Harry felt wide-awake. The whole of Hogwarts was open to him in this Cloak. Excitement flooded through him as 0222 stood there in the dark and silence. He could go anywhere in this, anywhere, and Filch would never know. Ron grunted in his sleep. Should Harry wake him. Something held him back - criticising coc 8 base very fathers Cloak - Th 13 war base 2022 felt that this time - the first time - he wanted to use it alone. He crept out of the dormitory, down the stairs, across the common room, and climbed through the portrait hole. Whos there. squawked the Fat Lady. Harry said nothing. He walked quickly down the corridor. Where should he go. He stopped, baee heart racing, and thought. And then it came to him. The Restricted Section in the library. Hed be able to read as long as he liked, as long as it took to find out who Flamel was. He set off, drawing the Invisibility Cloak tight around him rusted warfare free he walked. The library was pitch-black and very visit web page. Harry lit a lamp to see his way along the rows of books. See more lamp looked as if it was floating along in midair, and even though Harry could feel his arm supporting it, the sight gave him the creeps. The Restricted Section was right at the back of the library. Stepping carefully over the rope that separated these books from the rest of the library, he held up his lamp to read the titles. They didnt tell him much. Their peeling, faded gold letters spelled words in bawe Harry couldnt understand.
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