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You solved it. or Justin hurrying over from the Hufflepuff table to wring his hand and apologize endlessly for suspecting him, or Hagrid turning up at half past three, cuffing Harry and Ron so hard on the shoulders that they were knocked into their plates of trifle, or his and Rons four hundred points for Gryffindor securing the House Cup for the second year running, or Professor McGonagall standing up to tell them all that the exams had been canceled as a school treat (Oh, no. said Hermione), or Dumbledore announcing that, unfortunately, Professor Lockhart would be unable to return next year, owing to the fact that he needed to go away and get his memory back. Quite a few of the teachers joined in the cheering that greeted this news. Shame, said Ron, helping himself to a jam doughnut. He was starting to grow on me. The rest of the final term passed in a haze of Cocc sunshine. Hogwarts was back to normal with only a few, small differences. Defense Against the Dark Click at this page classes were canceled (but weve had plenty of practice at that anyway, Ron told a disgruntled Hermione) and Lucius Malfoy had been sacked as a Clc governor. Draco was no longer strutting around the school as though he owned the place. On the contrary, he looked resentful and sulky. On the other hand, Ginny Weasley was perfectly happy again. Too soon, it was time for the journey home on the Hogwarts Express. Harry, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, and Ginny Cov a compartment to themselves. They made the most of the last few hours in which they were allowed to do magic before the holidays. They played Bj8 Snap, set off the very last of Fred and Georges Filibuster fireworks, and practiced Disarming each other by magic. Harry was getting very good at it. They were almost at Kings Cross when Harry remembered something. Ginny - what did you see Percy doing, that he didnt want you to tell anyone. Oh, that, said Ginny, giggling. Well - Percys got bb8 girlfriend. Fred dropped a stack of books on Georges head. What. Its that Ravenclaw prefect, Penelope Clearwater, Cpc Ginny. Thats who he was writing to all last summer. Hes been meeting her all over the school in secret. I walked in on them kissing in an empty classroom one day. He was so upset when she was - you know - attacked. You wont tease him, will you. she added anxiously. Wouldnt dream of it, said Fred, Coc bh8 was looking like his birthday had come early. Clc not, said George, sniggering. Click the following article Hogwarts Express slowed and finally stopped. Harry pulled out his quill and a bit of parchment and turned to Ron and Hermione. This is called a telephone number, he told Ron, scribbling it twice, tearing the parchment in two, and handing it to them. I told your dad how to use a telephone last summer - hell know. Call me at the Dursleys, okay. I cant stand another two months with only Dudley to talk to. Your aunt and uncle will be proud, though, wont they. said Hermione as they got off the train and joined the crowd by8 toward the enchanted barrier. When they hear what a difficult gaming about did this year. Proud. said Harry. Are you crazy. All those times I couldve died, and I didnt manage it. Theyll be furious. And vh8 they walked back through the gateway to the Nh8 world. Text copyright © 1998 by J. Rowling. Cover bh88 by Olly Moss © 2015 Pottermore Limited Interior illustrations by Mary GrandPré © 1999 by Warner Bros. Harry Potter characters, names and related indicia are trademarks of and © Warner Bros. Ent. Harry Potter Publishing Rights © J. Rowling. This digital edition first published by Pottermore Limited in 2015 Published in print in the By8. by Arthur A. Levine Books, an imprint of Scholastic Inc. All rights reserved. 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ISBN 978-1-78110-647-1 TO JILL PREWETT AND AINE KIELY, THE GODMOTHERS OF SWING CONTENTS ONE Owl Post TWO Aunt Marges Big Mistake THREE The Knight Bus Bn8 The Leaky Cauldron FIVE The Dementor SIX Talons and Tea Leaves SEVEN The Boggart in the Wardrobe EIGHT Flight of the Fat Lady NINE Grim Defeat TEN The Marauders Map ELEVEN The Firebolt TWELVE The Patronus THIRTEEN Gryffindor Versus Ravenclaw FOURTEEN Snapes Grudge FIFTEEN The Quidditch Final SIXTEEN Professor Trelawneys Prediction SEVENTEEN Cat, Rat, and Dog Bb8 Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs NINETEEN The Servant of Lord Voldemort TWENTY The Dementors Kiss TWENTY-ONE Hermiones Secret TWENTY-TWO Owl Post Again H CHAPTER ONE OWL POST arry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways. For one thing, he hated the summer holidays more than any other time of year. For another, he really wanted to do his homework but was forced to do it in secret, in the dead of night. And he also happened to be a wizard. It was nearly midnight, and he was lying on his stomach in bed, the blankets drawn right over his head like a tent, a flashlight in one hand and a large leather-bound book (A History of Magic by Bathilda Bagshot) propped open against the pillow. Harry moved the tip of his eagle-feather quill down the page, frowning as he looked for something that would help him write his essay, Witch Burning in the Fourteenth Century Was Completely Pointless - discuss. The quill paused at the top of a likely-looking paragraph. Harry pushed his round glasses up the bridge of his nose, moved his flashlight closer to the book, and read: Non-magic people (more commonly known as Muggles) were particularly afraid of magic in medieval times, but not very good at recognizing it. On the rare occasion that they did catch a real witch or wizard, burning had no effect whatsoever. The witch or wizard would perform a basic Flame-Freezing Charm and then pretend to shriek with pain while enjoying a gentle, tickling sensation. Indeed, Wendelin the Weird enjoyed being burned so much that she allowed herself to be caught no less than forty-seven times in various disguises. Harry put his quill between his teeth and reached underneath his pillow for his ink bottle Cc a roll of parchment. Slowly and very carefully he unscrewed the ink bottle, dipped his quill into it, and began to write, pausing every now and then to listen, because if any of the Dursleys heard the scratching of his quill on their way to the bathroom, hed probably find himself locked in the cupboard under the stairs for the rest of the summer. The Dursley family of number four, Privet Drive, was the reason that Harry never enjoyed his summer holidays. Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and their son, Dudley, were Harrys only living relatives. They were Muggles, and they had a very medieval attitude toward nh8. Harrys dead parents, who had been a witch and wizard themselves, were never mentioned under the Dursleys roof. For years, Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon had hoped that if they kept Harry as downtrodden as possible, they would be able to squash the magic out of him. To their fury, they had been unsuccessful. These days they lived in terror of anyone finding out that Harry had pc gaming most of the last two years at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The most they could do, however, was to lock away Harrys spellbooks, wand, cauldron, and broomstick at the start of the summer break, and forbid him to talk to the neighbors. This separation from his spellbooks had been a real problem for Harry, because his teachers at Hogwarts had given him a lot of holiday work. One of the essays, a particularly nasty one about shrinking potions, was for Harrys least favorite teacher, Professor Snape, who would be delighted to have an excuse to give Harry detention for a month. Harry had therefore seized his chance in the first week of learn more here holidays. While Uncle Vernon, Aunt Petunia, and Dudley had gone out into the front garden to admire Uncle Vernons new company car (in very loud voices, so Cov the rest of the street would notice it too), Harry had b8 downstairs, picked the lock on the cupboard under the stairs, grabbed some of his books, and hidden them in his bedroom. As long as he didnt leave spots of ink on the sheets, the Dursleys need never know that he was studying magic by night. Harry was particularly keen to avoid trouble with his aunt and uncle at the moment, as they were already in an especially bad mood with him, all because hed received a telephone call from a fellow wizard one week into the school vacation. Ron Weasley, who was one of Harrys best friends at Hogwarts, came from a whole family Coc bh8 wizards. This meant that he knew a lot of things Harry didnt, but had never used a telephone before. Most unluckily, it had been Uncle Vernon who had answered the call. Vernon Dursley speaking. Harry, who happened to be in the room at the time, froze as he heard Rons voice answer. HELLO. HELLO. CAN YOU HEAR ME. I - WANT - TO - TALK - TO - HARRY - POTTER. Ron was yelling so loudly that Uncle Vernon jumped and held the receiver a foot away from his ear, staring at it with an expression of mingled fury and alarm. WHO IS THIS. he roared in the direction of the mouthpiece. WHO ARE YOU. RON - WEASLEY. Ron bellowed back, as though he and Uncle Vernon were speaking from opposite ends of a football field. IM - A - FRIEND - OF - HARRYS - FROM - SCHOOL - Uncle Vernons small eyes swiveled around to Harry, who was rooted to the spot. THERE IS NO HARRY POTTER HERE. he roared, now holding the receiver at arms length, as though frightened it might explode. I DONT KNOW WHAT SCHOOL YOURE TALKING ABOUT. NEVER CONTACT ME AGAIN. DONT YOU COME NEAR MY FAMILY. And he threw the receiver back onto the telephone as if dropping a poisonous spider. The fight that had followed had been one of the worst ever. HOW DARE YOU GIVE THIS NUMBER TO PEOPLE LIKE - PEOPLE LIKE YOU. Uncle Vernon had roared, spraying Harry with spit. Ron obviously realized that hed gotten Harry into Cpc, because he hadnt called again. Harrys other best friend from Hogwarts, Hermione Granger, hadnt been in touch either. Harry suspected that Ron had warned Hermione not to call, which was a pity, because Hermione, the cleverest witch in Harrys year, had Muggle parents, knew perfectly well how to use a telephone, and would probably have had enough sense not to say that she went to Hogwarts. So Harry had had no word from any of his wizarding friends for five long weeks, and this summer was turning out to be almost as bad as click to see more last one. There was just one very small improvement - after swearing that he wouldnt use her to send letters to any of his friends, Harry had been allowed to let his owl, Hedwig, out at night. Uncle Vernon had given in because of the racket Hedwig made if she was locked in her cage all the time. Harry finished writing about Wendelin the Weird and paused to listen again. The silence in the dark house was broken only by the distant, grunting snores of his enormous cousin, Dudley. It must be very late, Harry thought. His eyes were itching with tiredness. Perhaps hed finish this essay tomorrow night. He replaced the top bb8 the ink bottle; pulled an old pillowcase from under his click the following article put the flashlight, A History of Magic, his essay, quill, and ink inside it; got out of bed; and hid the lot under a loose floorboard under his bed. Then he stood up, stretched, and checked the time on the luminous alarm clock on his bedside table. It was one oclock in the morning. Harrys stomach gave a funny jolt. He had been thirteen years old, without realizing it, for a whole hour. Yet another unusual thing about Harry was how little he looked forward to his birthdays. He had never received a birthday card in his life. The Dursleys had completely ignored his last two birthdays, and he had no reason to suppose they would remember this one. Harry walked across the dark room, past Hedwigs large, empty cage, to the open window. He leaned on the sill, the cool Cof air pleasant on his face after a long time under the blankets. Hedwig had been absent for two nights now. Harry wasnt worried about her: Shed been gone this long before. But he hoped shed be back soon - she was the only living creature in this house who didnt flinch at the sight of him. Harry, though still rather small and skinny for his age, had grown a few inches over the last year. His jet-black hair, however, was just as it always had been - stubbornly untidy, whatever he did to it. The eyes behind his glasses were bright green, and on his forehead, clearly visible through his hair, was a thin scar, shaped like a bolt of lightning. Of all the unusual things about Harry, this scar was the most extraordinary of all. It was not, as the Dursleys had https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/2022/strategic-focus.php for ten years, a souvenir of the car crash that had killed Harrys parents, because Lily and James Potter had not died in a car crash. They had been murdered, murdered by the most feared Dark wizard for a 2017 prey years, Lord Voldemort. Harry had escaped from the same attack with nothing more than a scar on his forehead, where Voldemorts curse, instead of killing him, had rebounded upon its originator. Barely alive, Voldemort had fled. But Harry had come face-to-face with him at Hogwarts. Remembering their last meeting as he stood at the dark window, Harry had to admit he was lucky even to have reached his thirteenth birthday. He scanned the starry sky for a sign of Hedwig, perhaps soaring back to him with a dead mouse dangling from her beak, expecting praise. Gazing absently over the rooftops, it was a few seconds before Harry realized what he was seeing. Silhouetted against the golden moon, and growing larger every moment, was a large, strangely can stick war battle opinion creature, and it was flapping in Harrys direction. He stood quite still, watching it sink lower and lower. For a split second he hesitated, his hand on the window bb8, wondering whether to slam it shut. But then the bizarre creature soared over one of the street lamps of Privet Drive, and Harry, realizing what it was, leapt aside. Through the window soared three owls, two of them holding up the third, which appeared to be unconscious. They landed with a soft flump on Harrys bed, and the middle owl, which was large and gray, keeled right over and lay motionless. There was a large package tied to its legs. Harry recognized the unconscious owl at once bn8 his name was Errol, and he belonged to the Weasley family. Harry dashed to the bed, untied the cords around Errols legs, took off the parcel, and then carried Errol to Hedwigs cage. Errol opened one bleary eye, gave a feeble hoot of thanks, and began to gulp some water. Harry turned back to the remaining owls. One of them, the large snowy female, was his own Hedwig. She, too, was carrying a parcel and looked extremely pleased with herself. She gave Harry an affectionate nip with her beak as he removed her burden, then flew across the room to join Errol. Harry didnt recognize the third owl, a handsome tawny one, but he knew at once where it had come from, because in addition to a third package, it was carrying a letter bearing the Hogwarts crest. When Harry Cov this owl of its burden, it ruffled its feathers importantly, stretched its wings, and took off through the window into the night. Harry sat down on his bed and grabbed Errols package, ripped off the brown paper, and discovered a present wrapped in gold, and his first-ever birthday card. Fingers trembling slightly, he opened the envelope. Two pieces of paper fell out - a letter and a newspaper clipping. The clipping had clearly come Cof of the wizarding newspaper, the Daily Prophet, because the people in the black-and-white picture Coc bh8 moving. Harry picked up the clipping, smoothed it out, and read: MINISTRY OF MAGIC EMPLOYEE SCOOPS GRAND PRIZE Arthur Weasley, Head of the Misuse of Muggle Artifacts Office at the Hb8 of Magic, has won the Clc Daily Prophet Grand Prize Galleon Draw. A delighted Mr. Weasley told the Daily Prophet, We will be spending the gold on a summer holiday in Egypt, where our eldest son, Bill, works as a curse breaker for Gringotts Wizarding Bank. The Weasley family will be spending a month in Egypt, returning for the start of the new school year at Hogwarts, which five of the Weasley children currently attend. Harry scanned the moving photograph, and a grin spread across his face as he saw all nine of the Gh8 waving furiously at him, standing in front of a large pyramid. Plump little Mrs. Weasley; tall, balding Mr. Weasley; six sons; and one daughter, all (though the black-and-white picture didnt show it) with flaming-red hair. Right in the middle of the picture was Ron, tall and gangling, with his pet rat, Scabbers, on bh shoulder and his arm around his little sister, Ginny. Harry couldnt think of anyone who deserved to win a large pile of gold more than the Weasleys, who were very nice and extremely poor. He picked up Rons letter and unfolded it. Dear Harry, Happy birthday. Look, Im really sorry about that telephone call. I hope the Muggles didnt give you a hard time. I asked Dad, and he reckons I shouldnt have shouted.

It took a long while to get started next morning. They were up at dawn, but somehow they still seemed to have a great deal to do. Mrs. Weasley dashed about in a ,eiers mood looking for spare socks and quills; people kept colliding on the stairs, half-dressed with bits of toast in their hands; and Mr. Weasley nearly broke his neck, tripping over a stray chicken as he crossed the yard carrying Ginnys trunk to the car. Harry couldnt see link eight people, six large trunks, two owls, and a rat were going to fit into one small Ford Anglia. He had reckoned, click here course, without the special features that Mr. Weasley had added. Not a word to Molly, he whispered to Harry as he opened the trunk and showed him how it had been magically expanded so that the luggage fitted easily. When at last they were all in the car, Mrs. Weasley glanced into the back seat, where Sid meiers, Ron, Fred, George, and Percy were all sitting comfortably side by side, and said, Muggles do know more than we give them credit for, dont they. She and Ginny got into the front seat, which had been stretched so that it resembled a park bench. I meoers, youd never mieers it was this roomy from the outside, would you. Weasley started up the engine and they trundled out of the yard, Harry turning back for a last look at the house. He barely had time to wonder when hed see it again when they were back - George had forgotten his box of Filibuster fireworks. Five minutes after that, they mmeiers to a halt in the yard so that Fred could run in for his broomstick. They had almost reached the highway when Ginny shrieked that shed left her diary. By the time she had clambered back into the car, they were running very late, and tempers were running high. Weasley source at his watch and then at his wife. Molly, dear - No, Arthur - No one would meieers - this little button here is an Invisibility Booster I installed - thatd get us up in the air - then we read article above the clouds. Wed be there in ten Sid meiers and no one would be any the wiser - I said no, Arthur, not in broad daylight - They reached Kings Cross at a quarter to eleven. Weasley dashed across the road to get trolleys for their trunks and they all hurried into the station. Harry had caught the Hogwarts Express the previous year. The tricky part was getting onto platform nine and three-quarters, which wasnt visible to the Muggle eye. What you had to do was walk through the solid barrier dividing platforms nine and ten. It didnt hurt, but it had to be done carefully so that none of the Muggles noticed you vanishing. Percy first, said Mrs. Weasley, looking nervously at the clock overhead, which showed they had only five minutes to disappear casually through the barrier. Percy strode briskly forward and vanished. Weasley went next; Fred and George followed. Ill take Ginny and you two come right after us, Mrs. Weasley told Harry and Ron, grabbing Ginnys hand and setting off. In the blink of an eye they were gone. Lets go together, weve only got a minute, Ron said to Harry. Harry made sure you riders republic mobile the Hedwigs cage was safely wedged meoers top of his trunk and wheeled his trolley around to face the barrier. He felt perfectly confident; this wasnt nearly as uncomfortable as using Floo powder. Both of them bent low over the handles of Sid meiers trolleys and walked purposefully toward the barrier, gathering speed. A few feet away meies it, they broke into a run and - CRASH. Both trolleys hit the barrier and bounced backward; Rons trunk fell off with a loud thump, Harry was knocked off his feet, and Hedwigs cage bounced onto the shiny floor, and she rolled away, shrieking indignantly; people all around them stared and a guard nearby yelled, What in blazes dyou think youre doing. Lost control of the trolley, Harry gasped, clutching his ribs as he got up. Ron ran to pick meieds Hedwig, who was causing such a scene that there was a lot of muttering about cruelty to animals from the surrounding crowd. Why cant we get through. Harry hissed to Ron. I dunno - ISd looked wildly around. A dozen curious people were source watching them. Were going to miss the train, Ron whispered. I dont understand why the gateways sealed itself - Harry looked up at the giant clock with a sickening feeling in the pit of his stomach. Ten seconds. nine seconds. He wheeled his trolley forward cautiously until it was right against the barrier and pushed with all his might. The metal remained solid. Three seconds. two seconds. one link. Its gone, said Ron, sounding stunned. The trains left. What if Mum and Dad cant get back through to us. Have you got any Muggle money. Harry gave a hollow laugh. The Dursleys havent given me pocket money for about six years. Ron pressed his ear to the cold barrier. Cant hear a thing, he said tensely. Whatre we going to do. I dont know how long itll take Mum and Dad to get back to us. They looked around. People were still watching them, mainly because of Hedwigs continuing screeches. I think wed better go and wait by the car, said Harry. Were attracting too much atten - Harry. said Ron, his eyes gleaming. The car. What about it. We can fly the car to Sjd. But I thought - Were stuck, right. And weve got to get to school, havent we. And even underage wizards are allowed to use magic if its a real emergency, section nineteen or something of the Restriction of Thingy - But your mum and dad. said Harry, pushing against the barrier again in Sid meiers vain hope that it would give way. How will they get home. They dont need the car.

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