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She opened the paper and disappeared behind it. Harry devoted himself to another helping of eggs and bacon; Ron was staring up at the high windows, looking slightly preoccupied. Wait a moment, said Hermione suddenly. Oh no. Sirius. Whats happened. said Harry, and he snatched at the paper so violently that it ripped down the middle so that he and Hermione were holding half each. The Ministry of Magic has received a tip-off from a reliable source that Sirius Black, notorious mass murderer. blah blah blah. is currently hiding in London. Hermione read from her half in an anguished whisper. Lucius Malfoy, Ill bet anything, said Harry in a low, furious voice. He did recognize Sirius on the platform. What. said Ron, looking alarmed. You didnt say - Shh. said the other two. Ministry warns Wizarding community that Black is very dangerous. killed thirteen people. broke out of Azkaban. the usual rubbish, Hermione concluded, laying down her half of the paper and looking fearfully at Harry and Ron. Well, he just wont be able to leave the house again, thats all, she whispered. Dumbledore did warn him not to. Harry looked down glumly at the bit of the Prophet he had torn off. Most of the page was devoted to an advertisement for Madame Malkins Robes for All Occasions, which was apparently having a sale. Hey. he said, flattening it down so Hermione and Ron could both see it. Look at this. Ive got all the robes I want, said Ron. No, said Harry, look. this little piece here. Ron and Hermione bent closer to read it; the item was barely an inch long and placed right at the bottom of a column. It was headlined: TRESPASS AT MINISTRY Sturgis Podmore, 38, of number two, Laburnum Gardens, Clapham, has appeared in front of the Wizengamot charged with trespass and attempted robbery at the Ministry of Magic on 31st August. Podmore was arrested by Ministry of Magic watchwizard Eric Munch, who found him attempting to force his way through a top-security door at one oclock in the morning. Podmore, who refused to speak in his own defense, was convicted on both charges and sentenced to six months in Azkaban. Sturgis Podmore. said Ron slowly, but hes that bloke who looks like his heads been thatched, isnt he. Hes one of the Ord - Ron, shh. said Hermione, casting a terrified look around them. Six months clash of th5 Azkaban. whispered Harry, shocked. Just for trying to get through a door. Dont be silly, it wasnt just for trying to get through a door - what on earth was he doing at the Ministry of Magic at one oclock in the morning. breathed Hermione. Dyou reckon he was doing something for the Order. Ron muttered. Wait a moment. said Harry slowly. Sturgis was supposed to come and see us off, remember. The other two looked at him. Yeah, he was supposed to be part of our guard going to Kings Cross, remember. And Moody was all annoyed because he didnt turn up, so that doesnt seem like he was supposed to be on a job for them, does it. Well, maybe they didnt expect him to get caught, said Hermione. It could be a frame-up. Ron exclaimed excitedly. No - listen. he went on, dropping his voice dramatically at the threatening look on Hermiones face. The Ministry suspects hes one of Dumbledores lot so - I dunno - they lured him to the Ministry, and he wasnt trying to get through a door at all. Maybe theyve just made something up to get him. There was a pause while Harry and Hermione considered this. Harry thought it seemed far-fetched; Hermione, on the other hand, looked rather impressed and said, Do you know, I wouldnt be at all surprised if that were true. She folded up her half of the newspaper thoughtfully. When Harry laid down his knife and fork she seemed to come out of a reverie. Right, well, I think we should tackle that essay for Sprout on SelfFertilizing Shrubs first, and if were lucky well be able to start McGonagalls Inanimatus Conjurus before lunch. Harry felt a small twinge of guilt at the thought of the pile of homework awaiting him upstairs, but the sky was a clear, exhilarating blue, and he had not been on his Firebolt all week. I mean, we can do it tonight, said Ron, as he and Harry walked down the sloping lawns toward the Quidditch pitch, their broomsticks over their shoulders, Hermiones dire warnings that they would fail all their O. s still ringing in their ears. And weve got tomorrow. She gets too worked up about work, thats her trouble. There was a pause and he added, in a slightly more anxious tone, Dyou think she meant it when she said we werent copying from her. Yeah, I do, said Harry. Still, this is important too, weve got to practice if we want to stay on the Quidditch team. Yeah, thats right, said Ron in a heartened tone. And we have got plenty of time to do it all. Harry glanced over to his right as they approached the Quidditch pitch, to where the trees of the Forbidden Forest were swaying darkly. Nothing flew out of them; the sky was empty but for a few distant owls fluttering around the Owlery Tower. He had enough to worry about; the flying horse wasnt doing him any harm: He pushed it out of his mind. They collected balls from the cupboard in the changing room and set to work, Ron guarding the three tall goalposts, Harry playing Chaser and trying to get the Quaffle past Ron. Harry thought Ron was pretty good; he blocked three-quarters of the goals Harry attempted to put past him and played better the longer they practiced. After a couple of hours they returned to the school, where they ate lunch, during which Hermione made it quite clear that she thought they were irresponsible, then returned to the Quidditch pitch for the real training session. All their teammates but Angelina were already in the changing room when they entered. All right, Ron. said George, winking at him. Yeah, said Ron, who had become quieter and quieter all free clans online clash of way down to the pitch. Ready to show us all up, Ickle Prefect. said Fred, emerging tousle-haired from the neck of his Quidditch robes, a slightly malicious grin on his face. Shut up, said Ron, stony-faced, pulling on his own team robes for the first time. They fitted him well considering they had been Oliver Woods, who was rather broader in the shoulder. Okay everyone, said Angelina, entering from the Captains office, already changed. Lets get to it; Alicia and Fred, if you can just bring the ball crate out for us. Oh, and this web page are a couple of people out there watching but I want you to just ignore them, all right. Something in her would-be casual voice made Harry think he might know who the uninvited spectators were, and sure enough, when they left the changing room for the bright sunlight of the pitch it was to a storm of catcalls and jeers from the Slytherin Quidditch team and assorted hangers-on, who were grouped halfway up the empty stands and whose voices echoed loudly around the stadium. Whats that Weasleys riding. Malfoy called in his sneering drawl. Why would anyone put a Flying Charm on a moldy old log like that. Crabbe, Goyle, and Pansy Parkinson guffawed and shrieked with laughter. Ron mounted his broom and kicked off from the ground and Harry followed him, watching his ears turn red from behind. Ignore them, he said, accelerating to catch up with Ron. Well see whos laughing after we play them. Exactly the attitude I want, Harry, said Angelina approvingly, soaring around them with the Quaffle under her arm and slowing to hover on the spot in front of her airborne team. Okay everyone, were going to start with some passes just to warm up, the whole team please - Hey, Johnson, whats with that hairstyle anyway. shrieked Pansy Parkinson from below. Why would anyone want to look like theyve got worms coming out of their head. Angelina swept her long braided hair out of her face and said calmly, Spread out, then, and lets see what we can do. Harry reversed away from the others to the far side of the pitch. Ron fell back toward the opposite goal. Angelina raised the Quaffle with one hand and threw it hard to Fred, who passed to George, who passed to Harry, who passed to Ron, who dropped it. The Slytherins, led by Malfoy, roared and screamed with laughter. Ron, who had pelted toward the ground to catch the Quaffle before it landed, pulled out of the dive untidily, so that he slipped sideways on his broom, and returned to playing height, blushing. Harry saw Fred and George exchange looks, but uncharacteristically neither of them said anything, for which he was grateful. Pass it on, Ron, called Angelina, as though nothing had happened. Ron threw the Quaffle to Alicia, who passed back to Harry, who passed to George. Hey, Potter, hows your scar feeling. called Malfoy. Sure you dont need a lie-down. It must be, what, a whole week since you were in the hospital wing, thats a record for you, isnt it. Fred passed to Angelina; she reverse passed to Harry, who had not been expecting it, but caught it in the very tips of his fingers and passed it quickly to Ron, who lunged for it and missed by inches. Come on now, Ron, said Angelina crossly, as Ron dived for the ground again, chasing the Quaffle. Pay attention. It would have been hard to say whether Rons face or the Quaffle was a deeper scarlet when he returned again to playing height. Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherin team were howling with laughter. On his third attempt, Ron caught the Quaffle; perhaps out of relief he passed it on so enthusiastically that it soared straight through Katies outstretched hands and hit her hard in the face. Sorry. Ron groaned, zooming forward to see whether he had done any damage. Get back in position, shes fine. barked Angelina. But as youre passing to a teammate, do try not to knock her off her broom, wont you. Weve got Bludgers for that. Katies nose was bleeding. Down below the Slytherins were stamping their feet and jeering. Fred and George converged on Katie. Here, take this, Fred told her, handing her something small and purple from out of his pocket. Itll clear it up in no time. All right, called Angelina, Fred, George, go and get your bats and a Bludger; Ron, get up to the goalposts, Harry, release the Snitch when I say so. Were going to aim for Rons goal, obviously. Harry zoomed off after the twins to fetch the Snitch. Rons making a right pigs ear of things, isnt he. muttered George, as the three of them landed at the crate containing the balls and opened it to extract one of the Bludgers and the Snitch. Hes just nervous, said Harry. He was fine when I was practicing with him this morning. Yeah, well, I hope he hasnt peaked too soon, said Fred gloomily. They returned to the air. When Angelina blew her whistle, Harry released the Snitch and Fred and George let fly the Bludger; from that moment on, Harry was barely aware of what the others were doing. It was his job to recapture the tiny fluttering golden ball that was worth a Steamcleaner and fifty points to the Seekers team and doing so required enormous speed and skill. He accelerated, rolling and swerving in and out of the Chasers, the warm autumn air whipping his face and the distant yells of the Slytherins so much meaningless roaring in his ears. But too soon, the whistle brought him to a halt again. Stop - stop - STOP. screamed Angelina. Ron - youre not covering your middle post. Harry looked around at Ron, who was hovering in front of the left-hand hoop, leaving the other two completely unprotected. Oh. sorry. You keep shifting around while youre watching the Chasers. said Angelina. Either stay in center position until you have to move to defend a hoop, or else circle the hoops, but dont drift vaguely off to one side, thats how you let in the last three goals. Sorry. Ron repeated, his red face shining like a beacon against the bright blue sky. And Katie, cant you do something about that nosebleed. Its just getting worse. said Katie thickly, attempting to stem the flow with her sleeve. Harry glanced around at Fred, who was looking anxious and checking his pockets. He saw Fred pull out something purple, examine it for a second, and then look around at Katie, evidently horrorstruck. Well, lets try again, said Angelina. She was ignoring the Slytherins, who had now set up a chant of Gryffindor are losers, Gryffindor are losers, but there was a certain rigidity about her seat on the broom nevertheless. This time they had been flying for barely three minutes when Angelinas whistle sounded. Harry, who had just sighted the Snitch circling the opposite goalpost, pulled up feeling distinctly aggrieved. What now. he said impatiently to Alicia, who was nearest. Katie, she said shortly. Harry turned and saw Angelina, Fred, and George all flying as fast as they could toward Katie. Harry and Alicia sped toward her too. It was plain that Angelina had stopped training just in time; Katie was now chalk-white and covered in blood. She needs the hospital wing, said Angelina. Well take her, said Fred. She - er - might have swallowed a Blood Blisterpod by mistake - Well, theres no point continuing with no Beaters and a Chaser gone, said Angelina glumly, as Fred and George zoomed off toward the castle supporting Katie between them. Come on, lets go and get changed. The Slytherins continued to chant as they trailed back into the changing rooms. How was practice. asked Hermione rather coolly half an hour later, as Harry and Ron climbed through the portrait hole into the Gryffindor common room. It was - Harry began. Completely lousy, said Ron in a hollow voice, sinking into a chair beside Hermione. She looked up at Ron and her frostiness seemed to melt. Well, it was only your first one, she said consolingly, its bound to take time to - Who said it was me who made it lousy. snapped Ron. No one, said Hermione, looking taken aback, I thought - You thought I was bound to be rubbish. No, of course I didnt. Look, you said it was lousy so I just - Im going to get started on some homework, said Ron angrily and stomped off to the staircase to the boys dormitories and vanished from sight. Hermione turned to Harry. Was he lousy. No, said Harry loyally. Hermione raised her eyebrows. Well, I suppose he couldve played better, Harry muttered, but it was only the first training session, like you said. Neither Harry nor Ron seemed to make much headway with their homework that night. Harry knew Ron was too preoccupied with how badly he had performed at Quidditch practice and he himself was having difficulty in getting the chant of Gryffindor are losers out of his head. They spent the whole of Sunday in the common room, buried in their books while the room around them filled up, then emptied: It was another clear, fine day and most of their fellow Gryffindors spent the day out in the grounds, enjoying what might well be some of the last sunshine that year. By the evening Harry felt as though somebody had been beating his brain against the inside of his skull. You know, we probably should try and get more homework done during the week, Harry muttered to Ron, as they finally laid aside Professor McGonagalls long essay on the Inanimatus Conjurus spell and turned miserably to Professor Sinistras equally long and difficult essay about Jupiters moons. Yeah, said Ron, rubbing slightly bloodshot eyes and throwing his fifth spoiled bit of parchment into the fire beside them. Listen. shall we just ask Hermione if we can have a look at what shes done. Harry glanced over at her; she was sitting with Crookshanks on her lap and chatting merrily to Ginny as a pair of knitting needles flashed in midair in front of her, now knitting a pair of shapeless elf socks. No, he said heavily, you know she wont let us. And so they worked on while the sky outside the windows became steadily darker; slowly, the crowd in the common room began to thin again. At halfpast eleven, Hermione wandered over to them, yawning. Nearly done. No, said Ron shortly. Jupiters biggest moon is Ganymede, not Callisto, she said, pointing over Rons shoulder at a line in his Astronomy essay, and its Io thats got the volcanos. Thanks, snarled Ron, scratching out the offending sentences. Sorry, I only - Yeah, well, if youve just come over here to criticize - Ron - I havent got time to listen to a sermon, all right, Hermione, Im up to my neck in it here - No - look. Hermione was pointing to the nearest window. Harry and Ron both looked over. A handsome screech owl was standing on the windowsill, gazing into the room at Ron. Isnt that Hermes. said Hermione, sounding amazed. Blimey, it is. said Ron quietly, throwing down his quill and getting to his feet. Whats Percy writing to me for. He crossed to the window and opened it; Hermes flew inside, landed upon Rons essay, and held out a leg to which a letter was attached. Ron took it off and the owl departed at once, leaving inky footprints across Rons drawing of the moon Io. Thats definitely Percys handwriting, said Ron, sinking back into his chair and staring at the words on the outside of the scroll: To Ronald Weasley, Gryffindor House, Here. He looked up at the other two. What dyou reckon. Open click the following article. said Hermione eagerly. Harry nodded. Ron unrolled the scroll and began to read. The farther down the parchment his eyes traveled, the more pronounced became his scowl. When he had finished reading, he looked disgusted. He thrust the letter at Harry and Hermione, who leaned toward each other to read it together: Dear Ron, I have only just heard Steamcleaner no less a person than the Minister of Magic himself, who https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/best/coc-th-10-best-base.php it from your new teacher, Professor Umbridge) that you have become a Hogwarts prefect. I was most pleasantly surprised when I heard this news and must firstly offer my congratulations. I must admit that I have always been afraid that you would take what we might call the Fred and George route, rather than following in my footsteps, so you can imagine my feelings on hearing you have stopped flouting authority and have decided to shoulder some real responsibility. But I want to give you more than congratulations, Ron, I want to give you some advice, which is why I am sending this at night rather than by the usual morning post. Hopefully nice magic puzzle regret will be able to read this away from prying eyes and avoid awkward questions. From something the Minister let slip when telling me you are now a prefect, I gather that you are still seeing a lot of Harry Potter. I must tell you, Ron, that nothing could put you in danger of losing your badge more than continued fraternization with that boy. Yes, I am sure you are surprised to hear this - no doubt you will say that Potter has always been Dumbledores favorite - but I feel bound to tell you that Dumbledore may not be in charge at Hogwarts much longer and the people who count have a very different - and probably more accurate - view of Potters behavior. I shall say no more here, but if you look at the Daily Prophet tomorrow you will get a good idea of the way the wind is blowing - and see if you can spot yours truly. Seriously, Ron, you do not want to be tarred with the same brush as Potter, it could be very damaging to your future prospects, and I am talking here about life after school too. As you must be aware, given that our father escorted him to court, Potter had a disciplinary hearing this summer in front of the whole Wizengamot and he did not come out of it looking too good. He got off on a mere technicality if you ask me and many of the people Ive spoken to remain convinced of his guilt. It may be that you are afraid to sever ties with Potter - I know that he can be unbalanced and, for all I know, violent - but if you have any worries about this, or have spotted anything else in Potters behavior that is troubling you, I urge you to speak to Dolores Umbridge, a really delightful woman, who I know will be only too happy to advise you. This leads me to my other bit of advice. As I have hinted above, Dumbledores regime at Go here may soon be over. Your loyalty, Ron, should be not to him, but to the school and the Ministry. I am very sorry to hear that so far Professor Umbridge is encountering very little cooperation from staff as she strives to make those necessary changes within Hogwarts that the Ministry so ardently desires (although she should find this easier from next week - again, see the Prophet tomorrow!). I shall say only this - a student who shows himself willing to help Professor Umbridge now may be very well placed for Head Boyship in a couple of years. I am sorry that I was unable to see more of you over the summer. It pains me to criticize our parents, but I am afraid I can no longer live under their roof while they remain mixed up with the dangerous crowd around Dumbledore (if you are writing to Mother at any point, you might tell her that a certain Sturgis Podmore, who is a great friend of Dumbledores, has recently been sent to Azkaban for trespass at the Ministry. Perhaps that will open their eyes to the kind of petty criminals with whom they are currently rubbing shoulders). I count myself very lucky to have escaped the stigma of association with such people - the Minister really could not be more gracious to me - and I do hope, Ron, that you will not allow family ties to blind you to the misguided nature of our parents beliefs and actions either. I sincerely hope that, in time, they will realize how mistaken they were and I shall, of course, be ready to accept a full apology when that day comes. Please think over what I have said most carefully, particularly the bit about Harry Potter, and congratulations again on becoming prefect. Your brother, Harry looked up at Ron. Well, he said, trying to sound as though he found the whole thing a joke, if you want to - er - what is it. (He checked Percys letter. ) Oh yeah - sever ties with me, I swear I wont get violent. Give it back, said Ron, holding out his hand. He is - Ron said jerkily, tearing Percys letter in half, the worlds - he tore it into quarters - biggest - he tore it into eighths - git.

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