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Hermione ignored him and spoke to Harry. I couldnt help overhearing what you and Malfoy were saying - Bet you could, Ron muttered. - and you mustnt go wandering around the school at night, think of the points youll lose Gryffindor if youre caught, and youre bound to be. Its really very selfish of you. And its really none of your business, said Harry. Good-bye, said Ron. All the same, it wasnt what youd call the perfect end to the day, Harry thought, as he lay awake much later listening to Dean and Seamus falling asleep (Neville wasnt back from the hospital wing). Ron had spent all evening giving him advice such as If he tries to curse you, youd better dodge it, because I cant remember how to Burnt base them. There was a very good chance they were going to get caught by Filch or Mrs. Norris, and Harry felt he was pushing Burnt base luck, breaking another school rule today. 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Hermione wasnt going to give up that easily. She followed Visit web page through the portrait hole, hissing at them like an angry goose. Dont you care about Gryffindor, do you only care about yourselves, I dont want Slytherin to win the House Cup, and youll lose all the points I got from Professor McGonagall for knowing about Switching Spells. Go away. All right, but I warned you, you just remember what I said when youre on the train home tomorrow, youre so - But what they were, they didnt find out. Hermione had turned to the portrait of the Fat Lady to get back inside and found herself facing an empty painting. The Fat Lady had gone on a nighttime visit and Hermione was locked out of Gryffindor Tower. Now what am I going to do. she asked shrilly. Thats your problem, said Ron. Weve got to go, were going to be late. They hadnt even reached the end of the corridor when Hermione caught up with them. Im coming with you, she said. You are not. Dyou think Im going to stand out here and wait for Filch to catch me. If he finds all three of us Ill tell him the truth, that I was trying to stop you, and you can back me up. Youve got some nerve - said Ron loudly. Shut up, both of you. said Harry sharply. I heard something. It was a sort of snuffling. Mrs. Norris. breathed Ron, squinting through the dark. It wasnt Mrs. Norris. It was Neville. He was curled up on the floor, fast asleep, but jerked suddenly awake as they crept nearer. Thank goodness you found me. Ive been out here for hours, I couldnt remember the new password to get in to bed. Keep your voice down, Neville. The passwords Pig snout but it wont help you now, the Fat Ladys gone off somewhere. Hows your arm. said Harry. Fine, said Neville, showing them. Madam Pomfrey https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/steam/minecraft-dungeons-steam.php it in about a minute. Good - well, look, Neville, weve got to be somewhere, well see you later - Dont leave me. said Neville, scrambling to his feet, I dont want to stay here alone, the Bloody Barons been past twice already. Ron looked at his watch and then glared furiously at Hermione and Neville. If either of you get us caught, Ill never rest until Ive learned that Curse of the Bogies Quirrell told us about, and used it on you. Hermione opened her mouth, perhaps to tell Ron exactly how to use the Curse of the Bogies, but Harry hissed at her to be quiet and beckoned them all forward. They flitted along corridors striped with bars of moonlight from the high windows. At every turn Harry expected to run into Filch or Mrs. Norris, but they were lucky. They sped up a staircase to the third floor and tiptoed toward the trophy room. Malfoy and Crabbe werent there yet. The crystal trophy cases glimmered where the moonlight caught them. Cups, shields, plates, and statues winked silver and gold in the darkness. They edged along the walls, keeping their eyes on the doors at either end of the room. Harry took out his wand in case Malfoy leapt in and started at once. The minutes crept by. Hes late, maybe hes chickened out, Ron whispered. Then a noise in the next room made them jump. Harry had only just raised his wand when they heard someone speak - and it wasnt Malfoy. Sniff around, my sweet, they might be lurking in a corner. It was Filch speaking to Mrs. Norris. Horror-struck, Harry waved madly at the other three to follow him as quickly as possible; they scurried silently toward the door, away from Filchs voice. Nevilles robes had barely whipped round the corner when they heard Filch enter the trophy room. Theyre in here somewhere, they heard him mutter, probably hiding. This way. Harry mouthed to the others and, petrified, they began to creep down a long gallery full of suits of armor. They could hear Filch getting nearer. 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Malfoy tricked you, Hermione said to Harry. You realize that, dont you. He was never going to meet you - Filch knew someone was going to be in the trophy room, Malfoy must have tipped him off. Harry thought she was probably right, but he wasnt going to tell her that. Lets go. It wasnt going to be that simple. They hadnt gone more than a dozen paces when a doorknob rattled and something came shooting out of a classroom in front of them. It was Peeves. He caught sight civ best them and gave a squeal of delight. Shut up, Peeves - please - youll get us thrown out. Peeves cackled. Wandering around at midnight, Ickle Firsties. Tut, tut, tut. Naughty, naughty, youll get caughty. Not if you dont give us away, Peeves, please. Should tell Filch, I should, said Peeves in a saintly voice, but his eyes glittered wickedly. Its for your own good, you know. Get out of the way, snapped Ron, taking a swipe at Peeves - this was a big mistake. STUDENTS OUT OF BED. Peeves bellowed, STUDENTS OUT OF BED DOWN THE CHARMS CORRIDOR. Ducking under Peeves, they ran for their lives, right to the end of the corridor where they slammed into a door - and it was locked. This is it. Ron moaned, as they pushed helplessly at the door, Were done for. This is the end. They could hear footsteps, Filch running as fast as he could toward Peevess shouts. Oh, move over, Hermione snarled. She grabbed Harrys wand, tapped the lock, and whispered, Alohomora. The lock clicked and the door swung open - they piled through it, shut it quickly, and pressed their ears against it, listening. Which way did they go, Peeves. Filch was saying. Quick, tell me. Say please. Dont mess with me, Peeves, now where did they go. Shant say nothing if you dont say please, said Peeves in his annoying singsong voice. Article source right - please. NOTHING. Ha haaa. Told you I wouldnt say nothing if you didnt say please. Ha ha. Haaaaaa. And they heard the sound of Peeves whooshing away and Filch cursing in rage. He thinks this door is locked, Harry whispered. I think well be okay - get off, Neville. For Neville had been tugging on the sleeve of Harrys bathrobe for the last minute. What. Harry turned around - and saw, quite clearly, what. For a moment, he was sure hed walked into a nightmare - this was too much, on top of everything that had happened so far. They werent in a room, as he had supposed. They were in a corridor. The forbidden corridor on the third floor. And now they knew why it was forbidden. They were looking straight into the eyes of a monstrous dog, a dog that filled the whole space between ceiling and floor. It had three heads. Three pairs of rolling, mad eyes; three noses, twitching and quivering in their direction; three drooling mouths, saliva hanging in slippery ropes from yellowish fangs. It was standing quite still, all six eyes staring at them, and Harry knew that the only reason they werent already dead was that their sudden appearance had taken it by surprise, but it was quickly getting over that, there was no mistaking what those thunderous growls meant. Harry groped for the doorknob - between Filch and death, hed take Filch. They fell backward - Harry slammed the door shut, and they ran, they almost flew, back down the corridor. Filch must have hurried off to look for them somewhere else, because they didnt see him anywhere, but they hardly cared - all they wanted to do was put as much space as possible between them and that monster. They didnt stop running until they reached the portrait of the Fat Lady on the seventh floor. Where on earth have you all been. she asked, looking at their bathrobes hanging off their shoulders and their flushed, sweaty faces. Never mind that - pig snout, pig snout, panted Harry, and the portrait swung forward. They scrambled into the common room and collapsed, trembling, into armchairs. It was a while before any of them said anything. Neville, indeed, looked as if hed never speak again. What do they think theyre doing, keeping a thing like that locked up in a school. said Ron finally. If any dog needs exercise, that one does. Hermione had got both her breath and her bad temper back again. You dont use your eyes, any of you, do you. she snapped. Didnt you see what it was standing on. The floor. Harry suggested. I wasnt looking at its feet, I was too busy with its heads. No, not the floor. It was standing on a trapdoor. Its obviously guarding something. She stood up, glaring at them. I hope youre pleased with yourselves. We could all have been killed - or worse, expelled. Now, if you dont mind, Im going to bed. Ron stared after her, his mouth open. No, we dont mind, he said. Youd think we dragged her along, wouldnt you. But Hermione had given Harry something else to think about as he climbed back into bed. The dog was guarding something. What had Hagrid said. Gringotts was the safest place in the world for something you wanted to hide - except perhaps Hogwarts. It looked as though Harry had found out where the grubby little package from vault seven hundred and thirteen was. M CHAPTER TEN HALLOWEEN alfoy couldnt believe his eyes when he saw that Harry and Ron were still at Hogwarts the next day, looking tired but perfectly cheerful. Indeed, by the next morning Harry and Ron thought that meeting the threeheaded dog had been an excellent adventure, and they were quite keen to have another one. In the meantime, Harry filled Ron in about the package that seemed to have been moved from Gringotts to Hogwarts, and they spent a lot of time wondering what could possibly need such heavy protection. Its either really valuable or really dangerous, said Ron. Or both, said Harry. But as all they knew for sure about the mysterious object was that it was about two inches long, they didnt have much chance of guessing what it was without further clues. Neither Neville nor Hermione showed the slightest interest in what lay underneath the dog and the trapdoor. All Neville cared about was never going near the dog again. Hermione was now refusing to speak to Harry and Ron, but she was such a bossy know-it-all that they saw this as an added bonus. All they really wanted now was a way of getting back at Malfoy, and to their great delight, mpl rummy such a thing arrived in the mail about a week later. As the owls flooded into the Great Hall as usual, everyones attention was caught at once by a long, thin package carried by six large screech owls. Harry was just as interested as everyone else to see what was in this large parcel, and was amazed when the owls soared down and dropped it right in front of him, knocking his bacon to the floor. 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