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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, article source Fat Ladys gone off somewhere. Hows your arm. said Harry. Fine, said Neville, showing them. Madam Pomfrey mended 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. Clashof. 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 Visit web page 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. Neville suddenly let out a frightened squeak and broke into a run - he tripped, grabbed Ron around the waist, and the pair of them toppled right into a suit of armor. The clanging and crashing were enough to wake the whole castle. RUN. Harry yelled, and the four of them sprinted down the gallery, not looking back to see whether Filch was following - they swung around the doorpost and galloped down one more info then another, Harry in the lead, without any idea where they were or where they were going - they ripped through a tapestry and found themselves in a hidden passageway, hurtled along it and came out near their Charms classroom, which they knew was miles from the trophy room. I think weve lost him, Harry panted, leaning against the cold Clashof and wiping his forehead. Neville was bent double, wheezing and spluttering. I - told - you, Hermione gasped, clutching at the stitch in her chest, I - told - you. Weve got to get back to Gryffindor Tower, said Ron, quickly as possible. 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 read article 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 of 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 Game pc slayer demon, 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, Just click for source. 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. All 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 best online get off, Neville. For Neville had been Clashof 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 continue reading. 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 check this out 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 go here 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, just 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. They had hardly fluttered out of the way when another owl dropped a letter on top of the parcel. Harry ripped open the letter first, which was lucky, because it said: DO NOT OPEN THE PARCEL AT THE TABLE. It contains your new Nimbus Two Thousand, but I dont want everybody knowing youve got a broomstick or theyll all want one. Oliver Wood will meet you tonight on the Quidditch field at seven oclock for your first training session. Harry had difficulty hiding his glee as he handed the note to Ron to read. A Nimbus Two Thousand. Ron moaned enviously. Ive never even touched one. They left the hall quickly, wanting to unwrap the broomstick in private before their first class, but halfway across the entrance hall they found the way upstairs barred by Crabbe and Goyle. Malfoy seized the package from Harry and felt it. Thats a broomstick, he said, throwing it back to Harry with a mixture of jealousy and spite on his face. Youll be in for it this time, Potter, first years arent allowed them. Ron couldnt resist it. Its not any old broomstick, he said, its a Nimbus Two Thousand. What did you say youve got at home, Malfoy, a Comet Two Sixty. Ron grinned at Harry. Comets look flashy, but theyre not in the same league as the Nimbus. What would you know about it, Weasley, you couldnt afford half the handle, Malfoy snapped back. I suppose you and your brothers have to save up twig by twig. Before Ron could answer, Professor Game 1 online appeared at Malfoys elbow. Not arguing, I hope, boys. he squeaked. Potters been sent a broomstick, Professor, said Malfoy quickly. Yes, yes, thats right, said Professor Flitwick, beaming at Harry. Professor McGonagall told me all about the special circumstances, Potter. And what model is it. A Nimbus Two Thousand, sir, said Harry, fighting not to laugh at the look of horror on Malfoys face. And its really thanks to Malfoy here that Ive got it, he added. Harry and Ron headed upstairs, smothering their laughter at Malfoys obvious rage and confusion. Well, its true, Harry chortled as they reached the top of the marble staircase, If he hadnt stolen Nevilles Remembrall I wouldnt be on the team. So I suppose you think thats a reward for breaking rules. came an angry voice from just behind them. Hermione was stomping up the stairs, looking disapprovingly at the package in Harrys hand. I thought you werent speaking to us. said Harry. Yes, dont stop now, said Ron, its doing us so much good. Hermione marched away with her nose in the air. Harry had a lot of trouble keeping his mind on his lessons that day. It kept wandering up visit web page the click the following article where his new broomstick was lying under his bed, or straying off to the Quidditch field where hed be learning to play that night. He bolted his dinner that evening without noticing what he was eating, and then rushed upstairs with Ron to unwrap the Nimbus Two Thousand at last. Wow, Ron sighed, as the broomstick rolled onto Harrys bedspread. Even Harry, who knew nothing about the different brooms, thought it looked wonderful. Sleek and shiny, with a mahogany handle, it had a long click at this page of neat, straight twigs and Nimbus Two Thousand written in gold near the top. As seven oclock drew nearer, Harry left the castle and set off in the dusk toward the Quidditch field. Hed never been inside the stadium before. Hundreds of seats were raised in stands around the field so that the spectators were high enough to see what was going on. At either end of the field were three golden poles with hoops on the end. They reminded Harry of the little plastic sticks Muggle children blew bubbles through, except that they were fifty feet high. Too eager to fly again to wait for Wood, Harry mounted his broomstick and kicked off from the ground. What a feeling - he swooped in and out of the goalposts and then sped up and down the field. The Android pes Two Thousand turned wherever he wanted at his lightest touch. Hey, Potter, come down. Oliver Wood had arrived. He was carrying a large wooden crate under his arm. Harry landed next to him. Very nice, said Wood, his eyes glinting. I see what McGonagall meant. you really are a natural. Im just going to teach https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/base/base-th-13-trophy.php the rules this evening, then youll be joining team practice three times a week. He opened the crate. Inside were four different-sized balls. Right, said Wood. Now, Quidditch is easy enough to understand, even if its not too easy to play. There are seven players on each side. Three of them are called Chasers. Three Chasers, Harry repeated, as Wood took out a bright red ball about the size of a soccer ball. This balls called the Quaffle, said Wood. The Chasers throw the Quaffle to each other and try and get it through one of the hoops to score a goal. Ten points every time the Quaffle goes through one of the hoops. Follow me. The Chasers throw the Quaffle and put it through the hoops to score, Harry recited. So - thats sort of like basketball on broomsticks with six hoops, isnt it. Whats basketball. said Wood curiously. Never mind, said Harry quickly. Now, theres another player on each side whos called the Keeper - Im Keeper for Gryffindor. I Clashof to fly around our hoops and stop the other team from scoring. Three Chasers, one Keeper, said Harry, who was determined to remember it all. And they play with the Quaffle. Okay, got that. So what are they for. He pointed at the three balls left inside 2 temple run box. Ill show you now, said Wood. Take this. He handed Harry a small club, a bit like a short baseball bat. Im going to show you what the Bludgers do, Wood said. These two are the Bludgers. He showed Harry two identical balls, jet black and slightly smaller than the red Quaffle. Harry noticed that they seemed to be straining to escape the straps holding them inside the box. Stand back, Wood warned Harry. He bent down and freed one of the Bludgers. At once, the black ball rose high in the air and then pelted straight at Harrys face. Harry swung at it with the bat to stop it from breaking his nose, and sent it zigzagging away into the air - it zoomed around their heads and then shot at Wood, who dived on top of it and managed to pin it to the ground. See. Wood panted, forcing the struggling Bludger back into the crate and strapping it down safely. The Bludgers rocket around, trying to knock players off their brooms. Thats why you have two Beaters on each team - the Weasley twins are ours - its their job to protect their side from the Bludgers and try and knock them toward the other team. So - think youve got all that. Three Chasers try and score with the Quaffle; the Keeper guards the goalposts; the Beaters keep the Bludgers away from their team, Harry reeled off. Very good, said Wood. Er - have the Bludgers ever killed anyone. Harry asked, hoping he sounded offhand. Never at Hogwarts. Weve had a couple of broken jaws but nothing worse than that. Now, the last member of the team is the Seeker. Thats you. And you dont have to worry about the Quaffle or the Bludgers - - unless they crack my head open. Dont worry, the Weasleys are more than a match for the Bludgers - I mean, theyre like a pair of human Bludgers themselves. Wood reached into the crate and took out the fourth and last ball. Compared with the Quaffle and the Bludgers, it was tiny, about the size of a large walnut. It was bright gold and had little fluttering silver wings. This, said Wood, is the Golden Snitch, and its the most important ball of the lot. Its very hard to catch because its so fast and difficult to see. Its the Seekers job to catch it. Youve got to weave in and out of the Chasers, Beaters, Bludgers, and Quaffle to get it before the other teams Seeker, because whichever Seeker catches the Snitch wins his team an extra hundred and fifty points, so they nearly always win. Thats why Seekers get fouled so much. A game of Quidditch only ends when the Snitch is caught, so it can go on for ages - I think the record is three months, they had to keep bringing on substitutes so the players could get some sleep. Well, thats it - any questions. Harry shook his head. He understood what he had to do all right, it was doing it that was going to be the problem. We wont practice with the Snitch yet, said Click, carefully shutting it back inside the crate, its too dark, we might lose it. Lets try you out with a few of these.
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