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I have a few things to say to you all, and as one of them is very serious, I think it best to get it out of the way before you become befuddled by our excellent feast. Dumbledore cleared his throat and continued, As you will all be aware after their search of the Hogwarts Express, our school is presently playing host to some of the dementors of Azkaban, who are here on Ministry of Magic business. He paused, and Harry remembered what Mr. Weasley had said about Dumbledore not being happy with the dementors guarding the school. They are stationed at every entrance to the grounds, Dumbledore continued, and while they are with us, I must make it plain that nobody is to leave school without permission. Dementors are not to be fooled by tricks or disguises - or even Invisibility Cloaks, he added blandly, and Harry and Ron glanced at each other. It is not in the nature of a dementor to understand pleading or excuses. I therefore warn each and every one of you to give see more no reason to harm you. I look to the prefects, and our new Head Boy and Girl, to make sure that no student runs afoul of the dementors, he said. Percy, who was sitting a few seats down from Harry, puffed out his chest again and stared around impressively. Dumbledore paused again; he looked very seriously around the hall, and nobody moved or made a sound. On a happier note, he continued, I am pleased to welcome two new teachers to our ranks this year. First, Professor Lupin, who has Sostac consented to fill the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. There was some scattered, rather unenthusiastic applause. Only those who had been in the compartment on the train with Professor Lupin clapped hard, Harry among them. Professor Lupin looked particularly shabby next to all the other teachers in their best robes. Look at Snape. Ron hissed in Harrys ear. Professor Snape, the Potions master, was staring along the staff table at Professor Lupin. It was common knowledge that Snape wanted the Defense Against the Dark Arts job, but even Harry, who hated Snape, was startled at the expression twisting his thin, sallow face. It was beyond anger: It was loathing. Harry knew that expression only too well; it was the look Snape wore every time he set eyes on Harry. As to our second new appointment, Dumbledore continued as the lukewarm applause for Professor Lupin died away. Well, I am sorry to tell you that Professor Kettleburn, our Care of Magical Creatures teacher, retired at the end of last year in order to enjoy more time with his remaining limbs. However, I am delighted to say that his place will be filled by none other than Rubeus Hagrid, who has agreed to take on this teaching job in addition to his gamekeeping duties. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stared at one another, stunned. Then they joined in with the applause, which was tumultuous at the Gryffindor table in particular. Harry leaned forward to see Hagrid, who was ruby-red in the face and staring down at his enormous hands, his wide grin hidden in the tangle of his black beard. We shouldve known. Ron roared, pounding the table. Who else would have assigned us a biting book. Harry, Ron, and Hermione were the last to stop clapping, and as Professor Dumbledore started speaking again, they saw that Hagrid was wiping his eyes on the tablecloth. Well, I think thats everything of importance, said Dumbledore. Let the source begin. The golden plates and goblets before them filled suddenly with food and drink. Harry, suddenly ravenous, helped himself to everything he could reach and began to eat. It was a delicious feast; the hall echoed with talk, laughter, and the clatter of knives and forks. Harry, Ron, and Hermione, however, were eager for it to finish so that they could talk to Hagrid. They knew how much being made a teacher would mean to him. Hagrid wasnt a fully qualified wizard; he had been expelled from Hogwarts in his third year for a crime he had not committed. It had been Harry, Ron, and Hermione who had cleared Hagrids name last year. At long last, when the last morsels of pumpkin tart had melted from the golden platters, Dumbledore gave the word that it was time for them all to go to bed, and they got their chance. Congratulations, Hagrid. Hermione squealed as they reached the teachers table. All down ter you three, said Hagrid, wiping his shining face on his napkin as he looked up at them. Can believe it. great man, Dumbledore. came straight down to me hut after Professor Kettleburn said hed had enough. Its what I always wanted. Overcome with emotion, he buried his face in his napkin, and Professor McGonagall shooed them away. Harry, Ron, and Hermione joined the Gryffindors streaming up the marble staircase and, very tired now, along more corridors, up more and more stairs, to the hidden entrance to Gryffindor Tower. A large portrait of a fat lady in a https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/download/vice-city-download.php dress asked them, Password. Coming through, coming through. Percy called from behind the crowd. The new passwords Fortuna Major. Oh no, said Neville Longbottom sadly. He always had trouble remembering the passwords. Through the portrait hole and across the common room, the girls and boys divided toward their separate staircases. Harry climbed the spiral stair with no thought in his head except how glad he was to be back. They reached their familiar, circular dormitory with its five four-poster beds, and Harry, looking around, felt he was home at last. W CHAPTER SIX TALONS AND TEA LEAVES hen Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the Great Hall for breakfast the next day, the first thing they saw was Draco Malfoy, who seemed to be entertaining a large group of Slytherins with a very funny story. As they passed, Malfoy did a ridiculous impression of a swooning fit and there was a roar of laughter. Ignore him, said Hermione, who was right behind Harry. Just ignore him, its not worth it. Hey, Potter. shrieked Pansy Parkinson, a Slytherin girl with a face like a pug. Potter. The dementors are coming, Potter. Woooooooo. Harry dropped into a seat at the Gryffindor table, next to George Weasley. New third-year course schedules, said George, passing them over. Whats up with you, Harry. Malfoy, said Ron, sitting down on Georges other side and glaring over at the Slytherin table. George looked up in time to see Malfoy pretending to faint with terror again. That little git, he said calmly. He wasnt so cocky last night when the dementors were down at our end of the train. Came running into our compartment, didnt he, Fred. Nearly wet himself, said Fred, with a contemptuous glance at Malfoy. I wasnt too link myself, said George. Theyre horrible things, those dementors. Sort of freeze your insides, dont they. said Fred. You didnt pass out, though, did you. said Harry in a low voice. Forget it, Harry, said George bracingly. Dad had to go out to Azkaban one time, remember, Fred. And he said it was the worst place hed ever been, he came back all see more and shaking. They suck the happiness out of a place, dementors. Most of the prisoners go mad in there. Anyway, well see how happy Malfoy looks after our first Quidditch match, said Fred. Gryffindor versus Slytherin, first game of the season, remember. The only just click for source Harry and Malfoy had faced each other in a Quidditch match, Malfoy had definitely come off worse. Feeling slightly more cheerful, Harry helped himself to sausages and fried tomatoes. Hermione was examining her new schedule. Ooh, good, were starting some new subjects today, she said happily. Hermione, said Ron, frowning as he looked over her shoulder, theyve messed up your schedule. Look - theyve got you down for about ten subjects a day. There isnt enough time. Ill manage. Ive fixed it all with Professor McGonagall. But look, said Ron, laughing, see this morning. Nine oclock, Divination. And underneath, nine oclock, Muggle Studies. And - Ron leaned closer to the schedule, disbelieving - look - underneath that, Arithmancy, nine oclock. I mean, I know youre good, Hermione, but no ones that good. Howre you supposed to be in three classes at once. Dont be silly, said Hermione shortly. Of course I wont be in three classes at once. Well, then - Pass the marmalade, said Hermione. But - Oh, Ron, whats it to you if my schedules a bit full. Hermione snapped. I told you, Ive fixed it all with Professor McGonagall. Just then, Hagrid entered the Great Hall. He was wearing his long moleskin overcoat and was absentmindedly swinging a dead polecat from one enormous hand. All righ. he said eagerly, pausing on the way to the staff table. Yer in my firs ever lesson. Right after lunch. Bin up since five gettin everythin ready. Hope its okay. Me, a teacher. honesly. He grinned broadly at them and headed off to the staff table, still swinging the polecat. Wonder what hes been getting ready. said Ron, a note of anxiety in his voice. The hall was starting to empty as people headed off toward their first lesson. Ron checked his course schedule. Wed better go, look, Divinations at the top of North Tower. Itll take us ten minutes to get there. They finished their breakfasts hastily, said good-bye to Fred and George, and walked back through the hall. As they passed the Slytherin table, Malfoy did yet another impression of a fainting fit. The shouts of laughter followed Harry into the entrance hall. The journey through the castle to North Tower was a long one. Two years at Hogwarts hadnt taught them everything about the castle, and they had never been inside North Tower before. Theres - got - to - be - a - shortcut, Ron panted as they climbed their seventh long staircase and emerged on an unfamiliar landing, where there was nothing but a large painting of a bare stretch of grass hanging on the stone wall. I think its this way, said Hermione, peering down the empty passage to the right. Cant be, said Ron. Thats south, look, you can see a bit of the lake out of the window. Harry was watching the painting. A fat, dapple-gray pony had just ambled onto the grass and was grazing nonchalantly. Harry was used to the subjects of Hogwarts paintings moving around and leaving their frames to visit one another, but he always enjoyed watching it. A moment later, a short, squat knight in a suit of armor clanked into the picture after his pony. By the look of the grass stains on his metal knees, he had just fallen off. Aha. he yelled, seeing Harry, Ron, and Hermione. What villains are these, that trespass upon my private lands. Come to scorn at my fall, perchance. Draw, you knaves, you dogs. They watched in astonishment as the little knight tugged his sword out of its scabbard and began brandishing it violently, hopping up and down in rage. But the sword was too long for him; a particularly wild swing made him overbalance, and th10 for best base landed facedown in the grass. Are you all right. said Harry, moving closer to the picture. Get back, you scurvy braggart. Back, you rogue. The knight seized his sword again and used it to push himself back up, but the blade sank deeply into the grass and, though he pulled with all his might, he couldnt get it out again. Finally, he had to flop back down onto the grass and push up his visor to mop his sweating face. Listen, said Harry, taking advantage of the knights exhaustion, were looking for the North Tower. You dont know the way, do you. A quest. The knights rage seemed to vanish instantly. He clanked to his feet and shouted, Come follow me, dear friends, and we shall find our goal, or else shall perish bravely in the charge. He gave the sword another fruitless tug, tried and failed to mount the fat pony, gave up, and cried, On foot then, good sirs and gentle lady. And he ran, clanking loudly, into the left side of the frame and out of sight. They hurried after him along the corridor, following the sound of his armor. Every now and then they spotted him running through a picture ahead. Be of stout heart, the worst is yet to come. yelled the knight, and they saw him reappear in front of an alarmed group of women in crinolines, whose picture hung on the wall of a narrow spiral staircase. Puffing loudly, Harry, Ron, and Hermione climbed the tightly spiraling steps, getting dizzier and dizzier, until at last they heard the murmur of voices above them and knew they had reached the classroom. Farewell. cried the knight, popping his head into a painting of some sinister-looking monks. Farewell, my comrades-in-arms. If ever you have need of noble heart and steely sinew, call upon Sir Cadogan. Yeah, well call you, muttered Ron as the knight disappeared, if we ever need someone linux pc games download. They climbed the last few steps and emerged onto a tiny landing, where most of the class was already assembled. There were no doors off this landing, but Ron nudged Harry and pointed at the ceiling, where there was a circular trapdoor with a brass plaque on it. Sybill Trelawney, Divination teacher, Harry read. Howre we supposed to get up there. As though in answer to his question, the trapdoor suddenly opened, and a silvery ladder descended right at Harrys feet. Everyone got quiet. After you, said Ron, grinning, so Harry climbed the ladder first. He emerged into the strangest-looking classroom he had ever seen. In fact, it didnt look like a classroom at all, more like a cross between someones attic and an old-fashioned tea shop. At least twenty small, circular tables were crammed inside it, all surrounded by chintz armchairs and fat little poufs. Everything was lit with a dim, crimson light; the curtains at the windows were all closed, and the many lamps were draped with dark red scarves. It was stiflingly warm, and the fire that was burning under the crowded mantelpiece was giving off a heavy, sickly sort of perfume as it heated a large copper kettle. The shelves running around the circular walls were crammed with dusty-looking feathers, stubs of candles, many packs of tattered playing cards, countless silvery crystal balls, and a huge array of teacups. Ron appeared at Harrys shoulder source the class assembled around them, all talking in whispers. Where is she. Ron said. A voice came suddenly out of the shadows, a soft, misty sort of voice. Welcome, it said. How nice to see you in the physical world at last. Harrys immediate impression was of a large, glittering insect. Professor Trelawney moved into the firelight, and they saw that she was very thin; her large glasses magnified her eyes to several times their natural size, and she was draped in a gauzy spangled shawl. Innumerable chains and beads hung around her spindly neck, and her arms and hands were encrusted with bangles and rings. Sit, my children, sit, she said, and they all climbed awkwardly into armchairs or sank onto poufs. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat themselves around the same round table. Welcome to Divination, said Professor Trelawney, who had seated herself in a winged armchair in front of the fire. My name is Professor Trelawney. You may not have seen me before. I find that descending too often into the hustle and bustle of the main school clouds my Inner Eye. Nobody said anything to this extraordinary pronouncement. Professor Trelawney delicately rearranged her shawl and continued, So you have chosen to study Divination, the most difficult of all magical arts. I must warn you at the outset that if you do not have the Sight, there is very little I will be able to teach gt legends. Books can take you only so far in this field. At these words, both Harry and Ron glanced, grinning, at Hermione, who looked startled at the news that books wouldnt be much help in this subject. Many witches and wizards, talented though they are in the area of loud bangs and smells and sudden disappearings, are yet unable to penetrate the veiled mysteries of the future, Professor Trelawney went on, her enormous, gleaming eyes moving from face to nervous face. It is a Gift granted to few. You, boy, she said suddenly to Neville, who almost toppled off his pouf. Is your grandmother well. I think so, said Neville tremulously. I wouldnt be so sure if I were you, dear, said Professor Trelawney, the firelight glinting clash of clans 2021 her long emerald earrings. Neville gulped. Professor Trelawney continued placidly. We will be covering the basic methods of Divination this year. The first term will be devoted to reading the tea leaves. Next term we shall progress to palmistry. By the way, my dear, she shot suddenly at Parvati Patil, beware a red-haired man. Parvati gave a startled look at Ron, who was right behind her, and edged her chair away from him. In the second term, Professor Trelawney went on, we shall progress to Sostac crystal ball - if we have finished with fire omens, that is. Unfortunately, classes will be disrupted in February by a nasty bout of flu. I myself will lose my voice. And around Easter, one of our number will leave us forever. A very tense silence followed this pronouncement, but Professor Trelawney seemed unaware of it. I wonder, dear, she said to Lavender Brown, who was nearest and shrank back in her chair, if you could pass me the largest silver teapot. Lavender, looking relieved, stood up, took an enormous teapot from the shelf, and put it down on the table in front of Professor Trelawney. Thank you, my dear. Incidentally, that thing you are dreading - it will happen on Friday the sixteenth of October. Lavender trembled. Now, I want you all to divide into pairs. Collect a teacup from the shelf, come to me, and I will fill it. Then sit down and drink, drink until only the dregs remain. Swill these around the cup three times with the left hand, then turn the cup upside down on its saucer, wait for the last of the tea to drain away, then give your cup to your partner to read. You will interpret the patterns using pages five and six of Unfogging the Future. I shall move among you, helping and instructing. Oh, and dear - she caught Neville by the arm as he made to stand up - after youve broken your first cup, would you be so kind as to select one of the blue-patterned ones. Im rather attached to the pink. Sure enough, Neville had no sooner reached the shelf of teacups when there was a tinkle of breaking china. Professor Trelawney swept over to him holding a dustpan and brush and said, One of the blue ones, then, dear, if you wouldnt mind. thank you.

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He had been standing alone in this very office, savoring the triumph that was his after so many years of dreaming and scheming, when he had heard a cough behind him, just like tonight, and turned to find that ugly little portrait talking to him, announcing that the Minister of Magic was about to arrive and introduce himself. Naturally, he had thought that the long campaign and the strain of the election had caused him to go mad. He had been utterly terrified to find a portrait Clash of clans th 15 to him, though this had been nothing to how he felt when a self-proclaimed wizard had bounced out of the fireplace and shaken his hand. He had remained speechless throughout Fudges kindly explanation that there were click to see more and wizards still living in secret all over the world and his reassurances that he was not to bother his head about them as the Ministry of Magic took responsibility for the whole Wizarding community and prevented the non-magical population from getting wind of them. It was, said Fudge, a difficult job that encompassed everything from regulations on responsible use of broomsticks to keeping the dragon population under control (the Prime Minister remembered clutching the desk for Clash of clans th 15 at this point). Fudge had then patted the shoulder of the still-dumbstruck Prime Minister in a fatherly sort of way. Not to worry, he had said, its odds-on youll never see me again. Ill only bother you if theres something really serious going on our end, something thats likely to affect the Muggles - the non-magical population, I should say. Otherwise, its live and let live. And I must say, youre taking it a lot better than your predecessor. He tried to throw me out the window, thought I was a hoax planned by the opposition. At this, the Prime Minister had found his voice at last. Youre - youre not a hoax, then. It had been his last, desperate hope. No, said Fudge gently. No, Im afraid Im not. Look. And he had turned the Prime Ministers teacup into a gerbil. But, said the Prime Minister breathlessly, watching his teacup chewing on the corner of his next speech, but why - why has nobody told me -. The Minister of Clash of clans th 15 only reveals him- or herself to the Muggle Prime Minister of the day, said Fudge, poking his wand back inside his jacket. We find it the best way to maintain secrecy. But then, bleated the Prime Minister, why hasnt a former Prime Minister warned me.

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