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Everything went cold, and this was a very warm summers night, mark you. And I felt. as though all happiness had gone from the world. and I remembered. dreadful things. Her voice shook and died. Madam Bones eyes widened slightly. Harry could see red marks gkys her eyebrow ;c the monocle had dug into it. What did the dementors do. she asked, and Harry felt a rush of downlload. They went for the boys, said Mrs. Figg, her voice stronger and more confident now, the pink flush ebbing away from her face. One of them had fallen. Downlkad other was backing away, trying to repel the dementor. That was Harry. He tried twice and produced silver vapor. On the third attempt, he produced a Patronus, which charged down the first dementor and then, with his encouragement, chased away the second from his cousin. And that. that was what happened, Mrs. Figg finished, somewhat lamely. Madam Bones looked down at Mrs. Figg in silence; Fudge was not looking at her at all, but fidgeting with his papers. Finally he raised his eyes and said, rather aggressively, Thats what you saw, is it. That was what happened, Mrs. Figg repeated. Very well, said Fudge. You may go. Mrs. Figg cast a frightened look from Fudge to Dumbledore, then got up and shuffled off toward the door again. Harry heard it thud shut behind her. Not a very convincing witness, said Click to see more loftily. Oh, I dont know, said Madam Bones in her booming voice. She certainly described the effects of a dementor attack very accurately. And I cant imagine why she would say they were there if they werent - But dementors wandering into a Muggle suburb and just happening to come across a wizard. snorted Fudge. The odds on that must be very, very long, even Bagman wouldnt have bet - Oh, I dont think any of us believe the dementors were there by coincidence, said Dumbledore lightly. The witch sitting to the right of Fudge with her face in shadow moved slightly, but everyone else was quite still and silent. And what is that supposed to mean. asked Fudge icily. It means that I think they downooad ordered there, said Dumbledore. I think we might have a record of it if someone had ordered a pair of dementors to go strolling through Hot wheels pc Whinging. barked Fudge. Not if the dementors are taking orders from someone other than the Ministry of Magic these days, said Dumbledore calmly. I have already given you my views on this matter, Cornelius. Yes, you have, said Fudge forcefully, and I Fall guys download pc no reason to believe that your views are anything other than bilge, Dumbledore. The dementors remain in place in Azkaban and are doing everything we ask them to. Then, said Dumbledore, quietly read more clearly, we must ask ourselves why somebody within the Ministry ordered a pair of dementors into that alleyway on the second of August. Article source the complete silence that greeted these words, the witch click at this page the right of Fudge leaned forward so that Harry saw her for the first time. He thought she looked just like a large, pale toad. She was rather squat with a broad, flabby face, as little neck as Uncle Vernon, and a very wide, slack mouth. Her eyes were large, round, and slightly bulging. Even the little black velvet bow perched on vownload of her short curly hair put him in mind of a large fly she was about to catch on a long sticky tongue. The Chair recognizes Dolores Jane Umbridge, Senior Undersecretary to the Minister, said Fudge. The witch spoke in a fluttery, girlish, high-pitched voice that took Harry aback; he had been expecting a croak. Im sure I must have misunderstood you, Professor Dumbledore, she said with a gyys that left her big, round eyes as cold as ever. So silly of me. But it sounded for a teensy moment as though you were suggesting that the Ministry of Magic had ordered an attack on this boy. She gave a silvery laugh that made the hairs on the back of Harrys neck stand up. A few other members of the Wizengamot laughed with her. It could not have been plainer that not one of them was really amused. If it is true that the dementors are taking orders only from the Ministry of Magic, and it is also true that two dementors attacked Harry and his cousin a week ago, then it follows logically that somebody at the Ministry might have ordered the attacks, said Dumbledore politely. Of course, these particular dementors may have been downolad Ministry control - There are no dementors outside Ministry ugys. snapped Fudge, who had turned brick red. Dumbledore inclined his head in a little bow. Then undoubtedly the Ministry will be making a full inquiry fuys why two dementors were so very far from Azkaban and why they attacked without authorization. It is not for you to decide what the Ministry of Magic does or does not do, Downpoad. snapped Fudge, now a shade of magenta of which Uncle Downliad would have been proud. Of course it isnt, said Dumbledore mildly. I was merely expressing my confidence that this matter will not go guyss. He glanced at Madam Bones, who readjusted her monocle and stared back Fall guys download pc him, frowning slightly. I would remind everybody that the behavior of these dementors, if indeed they are not figments of this boys imagination, is not the subject of this hearing. said Fudge. We are here to examine Harry Potters offenses under the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery. Of course we are, said Dumbledore, but the presence of dementors in that alleyway is highly relevant. Clause seven of the Decree states that magic may be used before Muggles in exceptional circumstances, and as those exceptional circumstances include situations that threaten the life of the wizard or witch himself, or witches, wizards, or Muggles present at the time of the - We are familiar with clause seven, thank you very much. snarled Fudge. Of course you are, said Dumbledore courteously. Then we are in agreement that Harrys use of the Patronus Charm in these circumstances falls precisely into the category of exceptional circumstances it describes. If there were dementors, which I doubt - You have heard from an dwonload, Dumbledore interrupted. If you still doubt her truthfulness, call her back, question her again. I am sure she would not object. I - that - not - blustered Fudge, fiddling with the papers before him. Its - I want this over with today, Dumbledore. But downliad, you would not care how many times you heard from a witness, if the alternative was a serious miscarriage of justice, said Dumbledore. Serious miscarriage, my hat. said Fudge at the top of his voice. Have you ever bothered to tot up the number of cock-and-bull stories this boy has come out with, Dumbledore, while trying to cover up his flagrant misuse of magic out of school. I suppose youve forgotten the Hover Charm he used three years ago - That wasnt https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/strategy/hunt-showdown.php, it was a house-elf. said Harry. YOU SEE. roared Fudge, gesturing flamboyantly in Harrys direction. A house-elf. In a Muggle house. I ask you - The house-elf in question is currently in the employ of Hogwarts School, said Dumbledore. I can summon him here in an instant to give evidence if you wish. I - not - I havent got time to listen fuys house-elves. Anyway, thats not the only - he blew up his aunt, for Gods sake. Fudge shouted, banging his fist 5 forces analysis the judges bench and upsetting a bottle of ink. And you very kindly did not press charges on that occasion, accepting, I presume, that even the best wizards cannot always control their emotions, said Dumbledore calmly, as Fudge attempted to scrub the ink off his notes. And I havent even started on what he gets up to at school - - but as the Ministry has no authority to punish Hogwarts students for downlaod at school, Harrys behavior there is not relevant to this inquiry, said Dumbledore, politely as ever, but now with a suggestion of coolness behind his words. Oho. said Fudge. Not our business what he does at school, eh. You think so. The Ministry does not have the power to expel Hogwarts students, Cornelius, as I reminded you on the night of click to see more second of August, said Dumbledore. Nor does it have the right to confiscate wands until charges have been successfully proven, again, as I reminded you on the night giys the second of August. In your admirable haste to ensure that the law is upheld, you appear, inadvertently I am sure, to have overlooked a few laws yourself. Laws downloa be changed, said Fudge savagely. Of course they can, said Dumbledore, inclining his head. And you certainly seem to be making many changes, Cornelius. Why, in the few short weeks since I was asked to leave the Wizengamot, it has already become the practice to hold a full criminal trial to deal with a simple matter of underage magic. A few of the wizards above them shifted uncomfortably in their seats. Fudge turned a slightly deeper shade of puce. The toadlike witch on his right, however, merely gazed at Dumbledore, her face quite expressionless. As far as I am aware, however, Dumbledore continued, there is no law yet in place that says this courts job is to punish Harry for every bit of magic he has ever performed. He has been charged with a specific offense and he has presented his defense. All he and I can do now is to await your verdict. Dumbledore put his fingertips together again and said no more. Fudge glared at him, evidently incensed. Harry glanced sideways at Dumbledore, seeking reassurance; he was not at all sure that Dumbledore was right in telling the Wizengamot, in effect, that it was about time they made a decision. Again, however, Dumbledore seemed https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/steam/house-flipper-steam.php to Harrys attempt to catch his eye. He continued to look up at the benches where the entire Wizengamot had fallen into urgent, whispered conversations. Harry looked at his feet. 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He remained sitting where he was in the chained chair, struggling with his feelings of shock and relief. The Wizengamot were all getting to their feet, talking, and gathering up their papers and packing them away. Harry stood up. Nobody seemed to be paying him the slightest bit of attention except the toadlike witch on Fudges right, who was Fapl gazing down at him instead of at Dumbledore. Ignoring her, he tried to catch Fudges eye, or Madam Boness, wanting to ask whether he was free to go, but Fudge seemed quite determined not to notice Harry, and Madam Bones was busy with her briefcase, so he took a few tentative steps toward the exit and when nobody called him back, broke into a very fast walk. He took the downloaad few steps at a run, wrenched open the door, and almost collided with Mr. Weasley, who was standing right outside, looking pale and apprehensive. Dumbledore didnt say - Cleared, Harry said, pulling the door closed behind him, of all charges. Beaming, Mr. Weasley seized Harry by the shoulders. Harry, thats wonderful. Well, of course, they couldnt have found you guilty, not on the evidence, but even so, I cant pretend I wasnt - But Mr. Weasley broke off, because the courtroom door had just opened again. The Wizengamot were filing out. Merlins beard, said Mr. Weasley wonderingly, pulling Harry aside to let them all pass, you were tried by the full court. I think so, said Harry quietly. One or two of the passing wizards nodded to Harry as they passed and a few, including Madam Bones, said, Morning, Arthur, to Mr. Weasley, but most averted their eyes. Cornelius Fudge and the toadlike witch were almost the last to leave the dungeon. Fudge acted as though Mr. Weasley and Harry were part of the wall, but again, the witch looked almost appraisingly at Harry as she passed. Last of all to pass was Percy. Like Fudge, he completely ignored his father and Harry; he marched past clutching a large roll of parchment and a handful of spare quills, his back rigid and his nose in the air. The lines around Mr. Weasleys mouth tightened slightly, but other than this he gave no sign that he had noticed his third son. Im going to take you straight back so you can tell the others the good news, he said, beckoning Falk forward as Percys heels disappeared up the stairs to the ninth level. Ill drop you off on the way to that toilet in Bethnal Green. Come on. So what will you have to do about the toilet. Harry asked, grinning. Everything suddenly seemed five times funnier than usual. It was starting to sink in: He was cleared, he was going back to Hogwarts. Oh, its a simple enough anti-jinx, said Mr. Weasley as they mounted the stairs, but its not so much having to repair the damage, gys more the attitude behind the vandalism, Harry. Muggle-baiting might strike some wizards as funny, but its an expression of something much deeper and nastier, and I for one - Mr. Weasley broke off in mid-sentence. They had just reached the ninthlevel corridor, and Cornelius Fudge was standing a few feet away from them, talking quietly to a tall man with sleek blond hair and a pointed, pale face. The second man turned at the sound of downloac footsteps.
Quite, said Dumbledore. And if such an enchantment exists, then the ownership of the house is most likely to pass to the eldest of Siriuss living relatives, which would mean his cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange. Without realizing what he was doing, Harry sprang to his feet; the telescope and trainers in his lap rolled across the floor. Bellatrix Lestrange, Siriuss killer, inherit his house. No, he said. Well, obviously we would prefer that she didnt get it either, said Dumbledore calmly. The situation is fraught with complications. We do not know whether the enchantments we ourselves have placed upon it, for example, making it Unplottable, will hold now that ownership has passed from Siriuss hands. It might be that Bellatrix will arrive on the doorstep at any moment. Naturally we had to move out until such time as we have clarified the position. But how are you going to find out if Im allowed to own it. Fortunately, said Dumbledore, there is a simple test. He placed his empty glass on a small table beside his chair, but before he could do anything else, Uncle Vernon shouted, Will you get these ruddy things off us. Harry looked around; all three of the Dursleys were cowering with their arms over their heads as their glasses bounced up and down Coc fr their skulls, their contents flying everywhere. Oh, Im so sorry, said Dumbledore politely, and he raised his wand again. All three glasses vanished. But it would have been better manners to drink it, you know. It looked as though Uncle Vernon was bursting with any number of unpleasant retorts, but he merely shrank back into the cushions with Aunt Petunia and Dudley and said nothing, keeping his small piggy eyes on Dumbledores wand. You see, Dumbledore said, turning back to Harry and again speaking as though Uncle Vernon had not uttered, if you have indeed inherited the house, you have also inherited - He flicked his wand for a fifth time. 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Kreacher belongs to Miss Bellatrix, oh yes, Kreacher belongs to the Blacks, Kreacher wants his new mistress, Kreacher wont go to the Potter brat, Kreacher wont, wont, wont - As you can see, Harry, said Dumbledore loudly, over Kreachers continued croaks of wont, wont, wont, Kreacher is showing a certain reluctance to pass into your ownership. I dont care, said Harry again, Coc fr with disgust at the writhing, stamping house-elf. I dont want him. Wont, wont, wont, wont - You would prefer him to pass into the ownership of Bellatrix Lestrange. Bearing in mind that he has lived knights of honor ii the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix for the past year. Wont, wont, wont, wont - Harry stared at Dumbledore. He knew that Kreacher could not be permitted to go and live with Bellatrix Lestrange, but Coc fr idea of owning him, of having responsibility for the creature that had betrayed Sirius, was repugnant. Give him an order, said Dumbledore. If he has passed into your ownership, he will have to obey. If not, then we shall have to think of some other means of keeping him from his rightful mistress. Wont, wont, wont, WONT. Kreachers voice had risen to Coc fr scream. Harry could think of nothing to say, except, Kreacher, shut up. It looked for a moment as though Kreacher was going to choke. He grabbed his throat, his mouth still working furiously, his eyes bulging. After a few seconds of frantic gulping, he threw himself face forward onto the carpet (Aunt Petunia whimpered) and beat the floor with his hands and feet, giving himself over to a violent, but entirely silent, tantrum. Well, that simplifies matters, said Dumbledore cheerfully. It seems that Sirius knew what he was doing. You are the rightful owner of number twelve, Grimmauld Place and of Kreacher. Do I - do I have to keep him with me. Harry asked, aghast, as Kreacher thrashed around at his feet. Not if you dont want to, said Dumbledore. If I might make a suggestion, you could send him to Hogwarts to work in the kitchen there. In that way, the other house-elves could keep an eye on him. Yeah, said Harry in Coc fr, yeah, Ill do that. Er - Kreacher - I want you to go to Hogwarts and work in the kitchens there with the other houseelves. Kreacher, who was now lying flat on his back with his arms and legs in the air, gave Harry one upside-down look of deepest loathing and, with another loud crack, vanished. Good, said Dumbledore. There is also the matter of the hippogriff, Buckbeak. Hagrid has been looking after him since Sirius died, but Buckbeak is yours now, so if you would prefer to make different arrangements - No, said Harry at once, he can stay with Hagrid. I think Buckbeak would prefer that. Hagrid will be delighted, said Dumbledore, smiling. He was thrilled to see Buckbeak again. Incidentally, we have decided, in the interests of Buckbeaks safety, to rechristen him Witherwings for the time being, though I doubt that the Ministry would ever guess he is the hippogriff they once sentenced to death. Now, Harry, is your trunk packed. Erm. Doubtful that I would turn up. Dumbledore suggested shrewdly. Ill just go and - er - finish off, said Harry hastily, hurrying to pick up his fallen telescope and trainers. It took him a little over ten minutes to track down everything he needed; at last he had managed to extract his Invisibility Cloak from under the bed, screwed the top back on his jar of color-change ink, and forced the lid of his trunk shut on his cauldron. Then, heaving his trunk in one hand and holding Hedwigs cage in the other, he made his way back downstairs. He was disappointed to discover that Dumbledore was not waiting in the hall, which meant that he had to return to the living room. Nobody was talking. Dumbledore was humming quietly, apparently quite at his ease, but the atmosphere was thicker than cold custard, and Harry did not dare look at the Dursleys as he said, Professor - Im ready now. Good, said Dumbledore. Just one Coc fr thing, then. And he turned to speak to the Dursleys once more. As you will no doubt be aware, Harry comes of age in a years time - No, said Aunt Petunia, speaking for the first time since Dumbledores arrival. Im sorry. said Dumbledore politely. No, he doesnt. Hes https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/base/th-13-base-layout.php month younger than Dudley, and Dudders doesnt turn eighteen until the year after next. Ah, said Dumbledore pleasantly, but in the Wizarding world, we come of age at seventeen. Uncle Vernon muttered, Preposterous, but Dumbledore ignored him. Now, as you already know, the wizard called Lord Voldemort has returned to this country. The Wizarding community is currently in a state of open warfare. Harry, whom Lord Voldemort has already attempted to kill on a number of occasions, is in even greater danger now than the day when I left him upon your doorstep fifteen years ago, with a letter explaining about his parents murder and expressing the hope that you would care for him as though he were your own. Dumbledore paused, and although his voice remained light and calm, and he gave no obvious sign of anger, Harry felt a kind of chill emanating from him and noticed that the Dursleys drew very slightly closer together. You did not do as I steam furiousss.
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