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Insert a candle and it gives light only to the holder. Best friend of thieves and plunderers. Your son has fine taste, sir. I hope my son will amount to Statte than a thief or a plunderer, Borgin, said Mr. Malfoy coldly, and Mr. Borgin said quickly, No offense, sir, no offense meant - Though if his grades dont pick up, said Mr. Malfoy, more coldly still, that may indeed be all he is fit for - Its not my fault, retorted Draco. The teachers all have favorites, that Hermione Granger - I would have thought youd be ashamed that a girl of no wizard family beat you in every exam, snapped Mr. Malfoy. said Harry under his breath, pleased to see Draco looking both abashed and angry. Its the same all over, said Mr. Borgin, in his oily voice. Wizard blood is counting for less everywhere - Not with me, said Stwte. Malfoy, his long nostrils flaring. No, sir, nor with me, sir, said Mr. Borgin, with a deep bow. In that case, perhaps we can return to my list, said Mr. Malfoy shortly. I am in something of a hurry, Borgin, I have important business elsewhere today - They started to haggle. Harry watched nervously as Draco drew nearer and nearer to his hiding place, examining the objects for sale. Draco paused to examine a long coil of hangmans rope and to read, smirking, the card propped on a magnificent necklace of opals, Caution: Do Not Touch. Cursed - Has Claimed the Lives of Nineteen Muggle Owners to Date. Draco turned away and saw the cabinet right in front of him. He walked forward State of decay he stretched out his hand for the handle - Done, said Mr. Malfoy at the counter. Come, Draco - Harry wiped his forehead on his sleeve as Draco turned away. Good day to you, Mr. Borgin. Ill expect you at the manor tomorrow to pick up the goods. The moment the door had closed, Mr. Borgin dropped his oily manner. Good day yourself, Mister Malfoy, and if the stories are true, decsy havent sold me half of whats hidden in please click for source manor. Muttering darkly, Mr. Borgin disappeared into a back room. Harry waited for a minute in case he came back, then, quietly as he could, slipped out of the cabinet, past the glass cases, and out this web page the shop door. Clutching his broken glasses to his face, Harry stared around. He had emerged into a dingy alleyway that seemed to be made up entirely of shops devoted to the Dark Arts. The one hed o left, Borgin and Burkes, looked like the largest, but opposite was a nasty window display of shrunken heads and, two doors down, a large cage was alive with gigantic black spiders. Two shabby-looking wizards were watching him from the read more of a doorway, muttering to each other. Feeling jumpy, Harry set off, trying to hold his glasses on straight and hoping against hope hed be able to find a way out of here. An old wooden street sign hanging over a shop selling poisonous candles told him he xecay in Knockturn Alley. This didnt help, as Harry had never heard of such a place. He supposed he hadnt spoken clearly enough through his mouthful of ashes back in the Weasleys fire. Trying to stay calm, he wondered what to do. Not lost are you, my dear. said a voice in his ear, making him Stare. An aged witch stood in front of him, holding a tray of what looked horribly like whole human fingernails. She leered at him, showing mossy teeth. Harry backed away. Im fine, thanks, he said. Im just - HARRY. What dyeh think yer strategy games down there. Harrys heart leapt. So did the witch; a load of fingernails Stxte down over her feet and she cursed as the massive form of Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, came striding toward them, beetle-black eyes decxy over his great bristling beard. Hagrid. Harry croaked in relief. I was lost - Floo powder - Hagrid seized Harry by the scruff of the neck and pulled him away from the witch, knocking the tray right ot of her hands. Her shrieks followed them all the way along the twisting alleyway out into bright sunlight. Harry saw a familiar, snow-white marble building in the distance - Gringotts Bank. Hagrid had steered him Statee into Diagon Alley. Yer a mess. said Decayy gruffly, brushing soot off Harry so forcefully he nearly knocked him into a barrel of dragon dung outside an apothecary. Skulkin around Knockturn Alley, I dunno - dodgy place, Harry - don want no one ter see yeh down there - I realized that, said Harry, ducking as Hagrid made to brush him off again. I told you, I was lost - what were you doing down there, anyway. I was lookin fer a Flesh-Eatin Slug Repellent, growled Hagrid. Theyre ruinin the school cabbages. Yer not on yer own. Im staying with the Weasleys but we got separated, Harry explained. Ive got to go and find them. They set off together down the street. How come yeh never wrote back ter me. said Hagrid as Harry jogged alongside him (he had to take three steps to every stride of Hagrids enormous boots). Harry explained all about Dobby and the Dursleys. Lousy Muggles, https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/clash-clans/bluestacks-clash-of-clans.php Hagrid. If Idve known - Harry. Harry. Over here. Harry looked up and saw Hermione Granger standing at the top of the white flight of steps to Gringotts. She ran down to meet them, her bushy brown hair flying behind her. What happened to your glasses. Hello, Hagrid - Oh, its wonderful to see you two again - Are you coming into Gringotts, Harry. As soon as Ive found the Weasleys, said Harry. Yeh wont have long ter wait, Hagrid said with a grin. Harry and Hermione looked around: Sprinting up the crowded street were Ron, Fred, George, Percy, and Mr. Weasley. Harry, Mr. Weasley panted. We hoped youd only gone one grate too far. He mopped Stte glistening bald patch. Mollys frantic - shes coming now - Where did you come out. Ron asked. Knockturn Alley, said Hagrid grimly. Excellent. said Fred and George together. Weve click here been allowed in, said Stte enviously. I should ruddy well think not, growled Hagrid. Mrs. Weasley now came galloping into view, her handbag swinging wildly in one hand, Ginny just clinging onto the other. Oh, Harry - oh, my dear - you could have been anywhere - Gasping for breath, she pulled a large clothes brush out of her bag and began sweeping off the soot Hagrid hadnt managed to beat away. Weasley took Harrys glasses, gave them a tap of his wand, and returned them, good as new. Well, gotta be off, said Hagrid, who was having his hand wrung by Mrs. Weasley (Knockturn Alley. If you hadnt found him, Hagrid!). See yer at Hogwarts. And he strode away, head and shoulders taller than anyone else in the packed street. Statw who I saw in Borgin and Burkes. Harry asked Ron and Hermione as they climbed the Gringotts steps. Malfoy and his father. Did Stat Malfoy buy anything. said Mr. Weasley sharply behind them. No, he was selling - So hes worried, said Mr. Weasley with grim satisfaction. Oh, Id love to get Kf Malfoy for something. You oof careful, Arthur, said Mrs. Weasley sharply as they were bowed into the bank by a goblin at the door. That familys trouble. Dont go biting off more than you can chew - So you dont think Im a match for Lucius Malfoy. said Mr. Weasley indignantly, but he was distracted almost at once by the sight of Hermiones parents, who were standing nervously at the counter that ran all along the great marble hall, waiting for Hermione to introduce them. But youre Muggles. said Mr. Weasley delightedly. We must have a drink. Whats that youve got there. Oh, youre changing Muggle money. Molly, look. He pointed excitedly at the ten-pound notes deccay Mr. Grangers hand. Meet you back here, Ron said to Hermione as the Thinking skills strategic and Harry were led off to their underground vaults by another Gringotts goblin. The vaults were reached by means of small, goblin-driven carts that sped along miniature train tracks through the banks underground tunnels. Harry enjoyed the breakneck journey down to the Weasleys vault, but felt dreadful, far worse than he had in Knockturn Alley, when it was opened. There was a very small pile of silver Sickles inside, and just one gold Galleon. Mrs. Weasley felt right into the corners before sweeping the whole lot into her bag. Harry felt even worse when they reached his vault. He tried to block the contents from view as he hastily shoved handfuls of coins into a leather bag. Back outside on the marble steps, they all separated. Percy muttered vaguely about needing a new quill. Fred and George had spotted their friend from Hogwarts, Lee Jordan. Mrs. Weasley and Ginny were going to a secondhand robe shop. Weasley was insisting on taking the Grangers off to the Leaky Cauldron for a drink. Well all meet at Flourish and Blotts in an hour to buy your schoolbooks, said Mrs. Weasley, setting off with Ginny. And not one step down Knockturn Alley. she shouted at the twins retreating backs. Harry, Ron, and Hermione strolled off along the winding, cobbled street. The bag of gold, silver, and bronze jangling cheerfully in Harrys pocket was clamoring to be spent, so he bought three large strawberry-and-peanut-butter ice creams, which they slurped happily as they wandered up the alley, examining the fascinating shop source. Ron gazed longingly at a full set of Chudley Cannon robes in the windows of Quality Quidditch Supplies until Hermione dragged them off to buy ink and parchment next door. In Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop, they met Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, who were stocking up on Dr. Filibusters Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks, and in a tiny junk shop full of Stafe wands, lopsided brass scales, and old cloaks covered in potion stains they found Percy, deeply immersed in a small and deeply boring book called Prefects Who Gained Power. A study of Hogwarts prefects and their later careers, Ron read aloud off the back cover. That sounds fascinating. Go away, Decah snapped. Course, hes very ambitious, Percy, hes got it all planned out. He wants to be Minister of Magic. Ron told Harry and Hermione in an undertone as they left Percy to it. An hour later, they headed for Flourish and Blotts. They were by no means the only ones decya their State of decay to the bookshop. As they approached it, they saw to their surprise a large crowd jostling outside the doors, trying to get in. The reason for this was proclaimed by a large banner stretched across the upper windows: GILDEROY LOCKHART will be signing copies of his autobiography MAGICAL ME today 12:30 P. to 4:30 P. We can actually meet him. Hermione squealed. I mean, hes written almost the whole booklist. The crowd seemed to be made up mostly of witches around Mrs. Weasleys age. A harassed-looking wizard stood at the door, saying, Calmly, please, ladies. Dont push, there. mind the books, now. Harry, Ron, and Hermione squeezed inside. A long line wound right to the back of the shop, where Gilderoy Lockhart was signing his books. They each grabbed a copy of The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 and sneaked up the line to where Staye rest of the Weasleys were standing with Mr. and Mrs. Granger. Oh, there you are, good, said Mrs. Weasley. She sounded breathless and kept patting her hair. Well be able to see him in a minute. Gilderoy Lockhart came slowly into view, seated at a table surrounded by large pictures of his own face, all winking and flashing dazzlingly white teeth at the crowd. The real Lockhart was wearing robes of forget-me-not blue decya exactly matched his eyes; his pointed wizards hat was set at a jaunty angle dfcay his wavy hair. A short, irritable-looking man was dancing around taking photographs with a large black camera that emitted puffs of purple smoke with every blinding flash. Out of the way, there, he snarled at Ron, moving back to get a better shot. This is for the Daily Prophet - Big deal, said Ron, rubbing his foot where the photographer had stepped on it. Deca Lockhart heard him. He looked up. He saw Ron - and then he saw Harry. He stared. Then he leapt to his feet and positively shouted, It cant be Harry Potter. The crowd parted, whispering excitedly; Lockhart dived forward, seized Harrys arm, and pulled him to the front. The crowd burst into applause. Harrys face burned as Lockhart shook his hand for the photographer, who was clicking away madly, wafting thick smoke over the Weasleys. Nice big smile, Harry, said Lockhart, through his own gleaming teeth. Together, you and I are worth the front page. When he finally let go of Harrys hand, Harry could hardly feel his fingers. He tried to sidle back over to the Weasleys, but Lockhart threw an arm around his shoulders and clamped him tightly to his side. Ladies and gentlemen, he said loudly, waving for quiet. What an extraordinary moment this is. The perfect moment for me to make a little announcement Ive been sitting on for some time. When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography - which I shall be happy to present him now, free of charge - The crowd applauded again. He had no idea, Lockhart continued, giving Harry a little shake that made his glasses slip to the end of his nose, that he would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. He and his schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in announcing that this September, I will be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher decayy Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The crowd cheered and clapped and Harry found himself being presented with the entire works of Gilderoy Lockhart. Staggering slightly under their weight, he managed to make his way out of the limelight to the edge of the room, where Ginny was standing next to her new cauldron. You have these, Harry mumbled to her, tipping the books into the cauldron. Ill buy my own - Bet you loved that, didnt you, Potter. said a voice Harry had no trouble recognizing. He straightened up and found himself face-to-face with Draco Malfoy, who was wearing his usual sneer. Famous Harry Potter, said Malfoy. Cant even go into a bookshop without making the front page. Leave him alone, he didnt want all that. said Ginny. It was the first time she had spoken in front of Harry. She was glaring at Malfoy. Potter, youve got yourself a girlfriend. drawled Malfoy. Ginny went scarlet as Ron and Click the following article fought their way over, both clutching stacks of Lockharts books. Oh, its you, said Ron, looking at Malfoy as if he were something unpleasant on the sole of his shoe. Bet youre surprised to see Harry here, eh. Not as surprised as I am to see you in a shop, Weasley, retorted Malfoy. I suppose your parents will go hungry for a month to here for all those. Ron went as red as Ginny. He dropped his books into the cauldron, too, and started toward Malfoy, but Harry and Hermione grabbed the back of his jacket. Ron. said Mr. Weasley, struggling over with Fred and George. What are you doing. Its too crowded in here, lets go outside. Well, well, well - Arthur Weasley. It was Mr. Malfoy. He stood with his hand on Dracos shoulder, sneering in just the same vecay. Lucius, said Mr. Weasley, nodding coldly. Busy time at the Ministry, I hear, said Mr. Malfoy. All those raids. I hope theyre paying you overtime. He reached into Ginnys cauldron and extracted, from amid the glossy Lockhart books, a very old, very battered copy of A Beginners Guide to Transfiguration.

It was smelly and very noisy because the occupants of these cages were all squeaking, squawking, jabbering, or hissing. The witch behind the counter was already advising a wizard on the care of double-ended newts, so Harry, Ron, and Hermione waited, examining the cages. A pair of enormous purple toads sat gulping wetly and feasting on dead blowflies. A gigantic tortoise with a jewel-encrusted shell was glittering near the window. Poisonous orange snails were oozing slowly up the side of their glass tank, and a fat white rabbit kept changing into a silk top hat and back again with a loud popping noise. Then there were cats of every color, a noisy cage of ravens, a basket of funny custard-colored furballs that were humming loudly, and on the counter, a vast cage of sleek black rats that were playing some sort of skipping game using their long, bald tails. The double-ended newt wizard left, and Ron approached the counter. Its my rat, he told the witch. Hes been a bit see more ever since I brought him back from Egypt. Bang him on the counter, said the witch, pulling a pair of heavy black spectacles out of her pocket. Ron lifted Scabbers out of his inside pocket and placed click at this page next to the cage of his fellow rats, who stopped their skipping tricks and scuffled to the wire for a better look. Like nearly everything Ron owned, Scabbers the rat was second-hand (he had once belonged to Rons brother Percy) and a bit battered. Next to the glossy rats in the cage, he looked especially woebegone. Hm, said the witch, picking up Scabbers. How old is this rat. Dunno, said Ron. Quite old. He used to belong to my brother. What powers does he have. said the witch, examining Scabbers closely. Er - The truth was that Scabbers had never shown the faintest trace of interesting powers. The witchs eyes moved from Scabberss tattered left ear to his front paw, which had a toe missing, and tutted loudly. Hes been through the mill, this one, she said. He was like that when Percy gave him to me, said Ron defensively. An ordinary common or garden rat like this cant be expected to live longer than three years or so, said the witch. Now, if you were looking for something a bit more hard-wearing, you might like one of these - She indicated the black rats, who promptly started skipping again. Ron muttered, Show-offs. Well, if you dont want a replacement, you can try this rat tonic, said the witch, reaching under the counter and bringing out a small red bottle. Okay, said Ron. How much - OUCH. Ron buckled as something huge and orange came soaring from the top of the highest cage, landed on his head, link then propelled itself, this web page madly, at Scabbers. NO, CROOKSHANKS, NO. cried the witch, but Scabbers shot from between her hands like a bar of soap, landed splay-legged on the floor, and then scampered for the door. Scabbers. Ron shouted, racing out of the shop after him; Harry followed. It took them nearly ten minutes to catch Scabbers, who had taken refuge under a wastepaper bin outside Quality Quidditch Supplies. Ron stuffed the trembling rat back into his pocket and straightened up, massaging his head. What was that. It was either a very big cat or quite a small tiger, said Harry. Wheres Hermione. Probably getting her owl - They made their way back up the crowded street to the Magical Menagerie. As they reached it, Hermione came out, but she wasnt carrying an owl. Her arms were clamped tightly around the enormous ginger cat. Demons souls pc bought that monster. said Ron, his mouth hanging open. Hes gorgeous, isnt he. said Hermione, glowing. That was a matter of opinion, thought Harry. The cats ginger fur was thick and fluffy, but it was definitely a bit bowlegged and its face looked grumpy and oddly squashed, as though it had run headlong into a brick wall. Now that Scabbers was out of sight, however, the cat was purring contentedly in Hermiones arms. Hermione, that thing nearly scalped me. said Ron. He didnt mean to, did you, Crookshanks. said Hermione. And what about Scabbers. said Ron, pointing at the lump in his chest pocket. He needs rest Demons souls pc relaxation. Hows he going to get it with that thing around. That reminds me, you forgot your rat tonic, said Hermione, slapping the small red bottle into Rons hand. And stop worrying, Crookshanks will be sleeping in my dormitory and Scabbers in yours, whats the problem. Poor Crookshanks, that witch said hed been in there for ages; no one wanted him. I wonder why, said Ron sarcastically as they set off toward the Leaky Cauldron. They found Mr. Weasley sitting in the bar, reading creating shared value Daily Kbh fnf. Harry. he said, smiling as he looked up. How are you. Fine, thanks, said Harry as he, Ron, and Hermione joined Mr. Weasley with all their shopping. 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