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You know that boxing title you keep banging on about. How old was your opponent. Seven. Eight. He was sixteen for your information, snarled Dudley, and he was out cold for twenty minutes after Id finished with him and he was twice as heavy as you. You just wait till I tell Dad you had that thing out - Running to Daddy now, are you. Is his ickle boxing champ frightened of nasty Harrys wand. Not this brave at night, are you. sneered Dudley. This is night, Tu. Thats what we call it when it goes all dark like this. I mean when youre in bed. Dudley snarled. He had stopped walking. Harry stopped too, staring at his cousin. From the little he could see of Dudleys large face, he was wearing a strangely triumphant look. What dyou mean, Im not brave in bed. said Harry, completely nonplussed. What - am I supposed to be frightened of tth or something. I heard you last night, said Dudley breathlessly. Talking in your sleep. Moaning. What dyou mean. Harry said again, but there was a cold, plunging sensation in his stomach. He had revisited the graveyard last night in his dreams. Dudley gave a harsh bark of laughter then adopted a high-pitched, whimpering voice. Dont kill Cedric. Dont kill Cedric. Whos Cedric - your boyfriend. I Coc th 1 youre lying - said Harry automatically. But his mouth had gone dry. He knew Dudley wasnt lying - how else would oCc know about Cedric. Dad. Help me, Dad. Hes going to kill me, Dad. Boo-hoo. Shut up, said Harry quietly. Shut up, Dudley, Im warning you. Come and help me, Dad. Mum, come and help me. Hes killed Cedric. Dad, help me. Hes going to - Dont you point that thing at me. Dudley backed into the alley wall. Harry was pointing the wand directly at Dudleys heart. Harry could feel fourteen years hatred of Dudley pounding in his veins - what wouldnt he give to strike now, to jinx Dudley so thoroughly hed have to more info home like an insect, struck dumb, sprouting feelers - Dont ever talk about that again, Harry snarled. Dyou understand me. Point that thing somewhere else. I said, do you understand me. Point it somewhere else. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME. GET THAT THING AWAY FROM - Dudley gave an odd, shuddering gasp, as though he had been doused in icy water. Something had happened to the night. The star-strewn indigo sky was suddenly pitch-black and lightless - the stars, the moon, the misty streetlamps at either Cic of the alley had vanished. The distant grumble of cars and the whisper of trees had gone. The balmy evening was suddenly piercingly, bitingly cold. They were surrounded by total, impenetrable, silent darkness, as though some giant hand had dropped a gh, icy Cod over the entire alleyway, blinding them. For a split second Harry thought he had done magic without meaning to, despite the fact that hed been resisting as hard as he could - then his reason caught up with his senses - he didnt have the power to turn off the stars. He turned his head this way and that, trying to see something, but the darkness pressed on his eyes like a weightless veil. Dudleys terrified voice broke in Harrys ear. W-what are you d-doing. St-stop it. Im not doing anything. Shut up and dont move. I c-cant see. Ive g-gone blind. I - I said shut up. Harry stood stock-still, turning his sightless eyes left and right. The cold was so intense that he was shivering all over; goose bumps had erupted up his arms, and the hairs on the back of his neck were standing up - he opened his eyes to their fullest extent, staring blankly around, unseeing. It was impossible. They couldnt be here. Not in Little Whinging. He strained his ears. He would hear them before he saw them. Ill t-tell Dad. Dudley whimpered. W-where are you. What are you ddo -. Will you shut up. Harry hissed, Im trying to lis - But he fell silent. He had heard just the thing he had been dreading. There was something in the alleyway apart from themselves, something that was drawing long, hoarse, rattling breaths. Harry felt a horrible jolt of dread as he stood trembling in the freezing air. C-cut it out. Stop doing it. Ill h-hit you, I Cc I will. Dudley, shut - WHAM. A fist made contact with the side of Harrys head, lifting Harry off his feet. Small white lights popped in front of Harrys eyes; for the second time in an hour he felt as though his head had been cleaved in two; next moment he had landed hard on the ground, and his wand had flown out of his hand. You moron, Cof. Harry yelled, his eyes watering with pain, as he scrambled to his hands and knees, now feeling around frantically in the blackness. He heard Dudley blundering away, hitting the alley fence, stumbling. DUDLEY, COME BACK. YOURE RUNNING RIGHT AT IT. There was a horrible squealing yell, and Dudleys footsteps stopped. At the same moment, Harry felt a creeping chill behind him that could mean Cocc one thing. There was more than one. DUDLEY, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT. WHATEVER YOU DO, KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT. Wand. Harry muttered frantically, his hands flying over the ground like spiders. Wheres - wand - come on - Lumos. He said the spell automatically, desperate for light to help him in his search - and to his disbelieving relief, light flared inches from his right hand - asphalt 8 download for pc wand-tip had ignited. Harry snatched it up, scrambled to his feet, and turned around. His stomach turned over. A towering, hooded figure was gliding smoothly toward him, hovering over the ground, no feet or face visible beneath its robes, sucking on the night as it came. Stumbling backward, Harry raised his wand. Expecto Patronum. A silvery wisp of vapor shot from the tip of the wand and the dementor slowed, but the spell hadnt worked properly; tripping over his feet, Harry retreated farther tth the dementor bore down upon him, panic fogging his brain - concentrate - A pair of gray, slimy, scabbed hands slid from inside the dementors robes, reaching for him. A rushing noise filled Harrys ears. Expecto Patronum. His voice sounded dim and distant. Another wisp of silver smoke, feebler than the last, drifted from the wand - he couldnt do it anymore, he couldnt work the spell - There was laughter inside his own head, shrill, high-pitched laughter. He could smell the dementors putrid, death-cold breath, filling his own lungs, drowning him - Think. something happy. But there was no happiness in him. The dementors icy fingers were closing on his throat - the high-pitched laughter was growing louder and louder, and a voice spoke inside his head - Bow to death, Harry. It might even be painless. I would not know. I have never died. He was never going to see Ron and Hermione again - And their faces burst clearly into his mind as he fought for breath - EXPECTO PATRONUM. An enormous silver stag erupted from the tip of Harrys wand; its antlers caught the dementor in the place where the heart should have been; it was thrown backward, weightless as darkness, and as the stag charged, the dementor swooped away, batlike and defeated. THIS WAY. Harry shouted at the stag. Wheeling around, he sprinted down the alleyway, holding the lit wand aloft. DUDLEY. DUDLEY. He had run barely a dozen steps when he reached them: Dudley was curled on the ground, his arms clamped over his face; a second dementor was crouching low over him, gripping his wrists in its slimy hands, prizing them slowly, almost lovingly apart, lowering its hooded head toward Dudleys face as though about to kiss him. GET IT. Harry bellowed, and with a rushing, roaring sound, the silver stag he had conjured came galloping back past him. The dementors eyeless face was barely an inch from Dudleys when the silver antlers caught it; the thing was thrown up into the air and, like its fellow, it soared away and was absorbed into the darkness. The stag cantered to the end of the alleyway and Clc into silver mist. Moon, stars, and streetlamps burst back into life. A warm breeze swept the alleyway. Trees rustled in neighboring gardens and the mundane rumble of cars in Magnolia Crescent filled the just click for source again. Harry stood quite still, all his senses vibrating, taking in the abrupt return to normality. After a moment he became aware that his T-shirt was sticking to him; he was drenched in sweat. He could not believe what had just happened. Dementors here, in Little Whinging. Dudley lay curled up on the ground, whimpering and shaking. Harry bent down to see whether he was in a fit state to stand up, but then heard loud, running footsteps behind him; instinctively raising his wand again, he spun on his heel to face the newcomer. Mrs. Figg, their batty old neighbor, came panting into sight. Her grizzled gray hair was escaping from its hairnet, a clanking string shopping bag was swinging from her wrist, and her feet were halfway out of her tartan carpet slippers. Harry made to stow his wand hurriedly out of sight, but - Dont put it away, idiot boy. she shrieked. What if there are more of them around. Oh, Im going to kill Mundungus Fletcher. Strategy games pc 2022 CHAPTER TWO A PECK OF OWLS hat. said Harry blankly. He left. said Mrs. Figg, wringing her hands. Left to see someone about a batch of cauldrons that fell rh the back of a broom. I told him Id flay him alive if he went, and now look. Dementors. Its just lucky I put Mr. Tibbles on the case. But we havent got time to stand around. Hurry, now, weve got to get you back. Oh, the trouble this tth going to cause. I will kill him. But - The revelation that his batty old cat-obsessed neighbor knew what dementors were was almost as big a shock to Harry as meeting two of them down the alleyway. Youre - youre a witch. Im a Squib, as Mundungus knows full well, so how on earth was I supposed to help you fight off dementors. He left you completely without cover when I warned him - This bloke Mundungus has been following me. Hang on - it was him. He Disapparated from the front of my house. Yes, yes, yes, but luckily Id stationed Mr. Tibbles under a car just yh case, and Mr. Tibbles came and warned me, but by the time I got to your house youd gone - and now - oh, whats Dumbledore going to say. You. she shrieked at Dudley, still supine on the alley floor. Get your fat bottom off the ground, quick. You know Dumbledore. said Harry, staring at her. Of course I know Dumbledore, who doesnt know Dumbledore. But come on - Ill be no help if they come back, Ive never so much as Transfigured a teabag - She stooped down, seized one of Dudleys Cic arms in her wizened hands, and tugged. Get up, you useless lump, get up. But Dudley either could not or would not move. He was still on the ground, trembling and ashen-faced, his mouth shut very tight. Ill do it. Harry took hold of Dudleys arm and heaved: With an enormous effort he managed to hoist Dudley to his feet. Dudley seemed to be on the point of fainting: His small eyes were rolling in their sockets and sweat was beading his face; the moment Harry let go of him he swayed dangerously. Hurry up. said Mrs. Figg hysterically. Harry pulled one of Dudleys massive arms around his own shoulders and dragged him toward the road, sagging slightly under his weight. Mrs. Figg tottered along in front of them, peering anxiously around the corner. Keep your wand out, she told Harry, as they entered Wisteria Walk. Never mind the Statute of Secrecy now, theres going to be hell to pay anyway, we might as well be hanged for a dragon as yh egg. Talk about the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery. This was exactly what Dumbledore was afraid of - ht that at the end of the street. Oh, its just Mr. Prentice. Dont put your wand away, boy, rh I keep telling you Im no use. It was not easy to hold a wand steady and carry Dudley along at the same time. Harry gave his cousin an impatient dig in the ribs, but Dudley seemed to have lost all desire for independent movement. He was slumped on Harrys shoulder, his large feet dragging along the ground. Why didnt you tell me youre a Squib. Harry asked Mrs. Figg, panting with the effort to keep walking. All those times I came round your tj - why didnt you say anything. Dumbledores orders. I was to keep an eye on you but not say anything, you were too young. Im sorry I gave you such a miserable time, but the Dursleys would never have let you come if theyd thought you enjoyed it. It wasnt easy, you know. But oh my word, she said tragically, wringing her hands once more, when Dumbledore hears about this - how could Mundungus have left, he was supposed to be on duty until midnight - where is he. How am I going to tell Dumbledore whats happened, I cant Apparate - Ive got an owl, you can borrow her, Harry groaned, wondering whether his spine was going to snap under Dudleys weight. Harry, you dont understand. Dumbledore will need to act as quickly as possible, the Ministry have their own ways of detecting underage magic, theyll know already, you mark ht words - But I was getting rid of dementors, I had to use magic - theyre going to be more worried what dementors were doing floating around Wisteria Walk, surely. Oh my dear, I wish it were so but Im afraid - MUNDUNGUS FLETCHER, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU. Coc th 1 was a loud crack and a strong smell of mingled drink and stale tg filled the air as a squat, unshaven tu in a tattered overcoat materialized right in front of them. He had short bandy legs, long straggly ginger hair, and bloodshot baggy eyes that gave him the doleful look of hh basset hound; he was also clutching a silvery bundle that Harry recognized at once as an Invisibility Cloak. S up, Figgy. he said, staring from Mrs. Figg to Harry and Dudley. Empire earth the art of conquest appened to staying undercover. Ill give you undercover. cried Mrs. Figg. Dementors, you useless, skiving sneak thief. Dementors. repeated Mundungus, aghast. Dementors here. Yes, here, tn worthless pile of bat droppings, here. shrieked Mrs. Figg. Dementors attacking the boy on your watch. Blimey, said Mundungus weakly, looking from Mrs. Figg to Harry and back again. Blimey, I. And you off buying stolen cauldrons. Tj I tell you not to go. Didnt I. I - well, I - Mundungus looked deeply uncomfortable. It. it was a very good business opportunity, see. Mrs. Figg raised the arm from which her string bag yh and whacked Mundungus around the face and neck with it; judging by the clanking noise it made it was full of cat food.

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 link 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 Th3 layout day. It kept wandering up to the dormitory 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 Th3 layout 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 tail 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 Th3 layout his broomstick and kicked see more from the ground. What a feeling - he swooped in and out of the goalposts and then sped up and down the field. Th3 layout Nimbus Two Thousand turned wherever he wanted at his lightest touch. Hey, Potter, Th3 layout 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 you 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. Click at this page, 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.

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