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Madam Hoochs whistle rang out again as she soared over to Montague and began shouting at him. A minute later, Katie had put another penalty past the Slytherin Keeper. Age empires age of kings. TAKE THAT, YOU DIRTY, CHEATING - Jordan, if you cant commentate in an unbiased way -. Im telling it like it is, Professor. Harry felt a huge jolt of excitement. He had seen the Snitch - it was shimmering at the foot of one of the Gryffindor goalposts - but he mustnt catch it yet - and if Malfoy saw it - Faking a look of sudden concentration, Harry pulled his Firebolt around and sped off toward the Slytherin end - it worked. Malfoy went haring after him, clearly thinking Harry had seen the Snitch there. WHOOSH. One of the Bludgers came streaking past Harrys right ear, hit by the gigantic Slytherin Beater, Derrick. Then again - WHOOSH. The Foogball Bludger grazed Harrys elbow. The other Beater, Bole, was closing in. Harry had a fleeting glimpse of Bole and Derrick zooming toward him, clubs raised - He turned the Firebolt upward at the last second, and Bole and Derrick collided with a sickening crunch. Ha haaa. yelled Lee Jordan as the Slytherin 5 gaming pc lurched away from each other, clutching their heads. Too bad, boys. Youll need to get up earlier than that to beat a Firebolt. And its Gryffindor in possession again, as Johnson oFotball the Quaffle - Flint alongside her - poke him in the eye, Angelina. click it was a joke, Professor, it was Foottball joke - oh no gsmes Flint in possession, Flint flying toward the Gryffindor goalposts, come on now, Wood, save -. But Flint had scored; there was an eruption of cheers from the Slytherin end, and Lee swore so badly that Professor McGonagall tried to tug the magical megaphone away from him. Sorry, Professor, sorry. Wont happen again. So, Gryffindor in the lead, thirty points to ten, and Gryffindor in possession - It was turning into the dirtiest game Harry had ever played in. Enraged that Gryffindor had taken such an early lead, the Slytherins were rapidly resorting to any means to take the Quaffle. Bole hit Alicia with his club and tried to say hed thought she was a Bludger. Football games pc Weasley elbowed Bole in the face in retaliation. Madam Hooch awarded both teams penalties, and Wood pulled off another spectacular save, making the score fortyten to Gryffindor. The Snitch had disappeared again. Malfoy was still keeping close to Harry as he soared over the match, looking around for it - once Gryffindor was fifty points ahead - Katie scored. Fiftyten. Fred and George Weasley were swooping around her, clubs raised, in case any of the Slytherins were thinking of revenge. Bole and Derrick took advantage of Freds and Georges absence to aim both Bludgers at Wood; they caught him in gamez stomach, one after the other, and he rolled over in the air, clutching his broom, completely winded. Madam Hooch was beside herself. YOU Footbaall NOT ATTACK THE KEEPER UNLESS THE QUAFFLE IS WITHIN Fiotball SCORING AREA. she shrieked at Bole and Derrick. Gryffindor penalty. And Angelina scored. Sixtyten. Moments later, Fred Weasley pelted a Bludger at Warrington, knocking the Pcc out of his hands; Alicia seized it and put it through the Slytherin goal - seventyten. The Gryffindor crowd below was screaming itself hoarse - Gryffindor was sixty points in the lead, and if Harry caught the Snitch now, the Cup was theirs. Harry could almost feel hundreds of eyes following him as he soared around the field, high above the rest of the game, with Malfoy speeding along behind him. And then he saw it. The Snitch was sparkling twenty feet above him. Harry put on a huge burst of speed; the wind was roaring in his Footbal he stretched out his hand, but suddenly, the Firebolt was slowing down - Horrified, he looked around. Malfoy had thrown himself forward, grabbed hold of the Firebolts tail, and was pulling it back. You - Harry was angry enough to hit Malfoy, but couldnt reach - Malfoy was panting with the effort of holding onto the Firebolt, Football his eyes were sparkling maliciously. He had achieved check this out hed wanted to do - gamds Snitch had disappeared again. Penalty. Penalty to Gryffindor. Ive never seen such tactics. Madam Hooch screeched, shooting up to where Malfoy was sliding back onto his Nimbus Two Thousand and One. YOU CHEATING SCUM. Lee Jordan was howling into the megaphone, dancing out of Professor McGonagalls reach. YOU FILTHY, CHEATING B - Professor Footbal didnt even bother to tell him off. She was actually shaking her finger in Malfoys direction, her hat had fallen off, and she too was shouting furiously. Alicia took Gryffindors penalty, but she was so angry she missed by several feet. The Gryffindor team was losing concentration and the Slytherins, delighted by Malfoys foul on Harry, were being spurred on to greater heights. Slytherin in possession, Slytherin Footbwll for goal - Montague scores - Lee groaned. Seventytwenty to Gryffindor. Harry was now marking Malfoy so closely their knees kept hitting each other. Harry wasnt going to let Malfoy anywhere near the Snitch. Get out of it, Potter. Malfoy yelled in frustration as he tried to turn and found Harry blocking him. Angelina Johnson gets the Quaffle for Gryffindor, come on, Angelina, COME ON. Harry looked around. Every single Slytherin player apart from Malfoy was streaking up the pitch toward Angelina, including the Slytherin Keeper - Foofball were all going to block her - Harry wheeled the Firebolt around, bent so low he was lying flat along the handle, and kicked it forward. Like a bullet, he shot toward the Slytherins. AAAAAAARRRGH. They scattered as the Firebolt zoomed toward them; Angelinas way was clear. SHE SCORES. SHE SCORES. Gryffindor leads by eighty points to twenty. Harry, who had almost pelted headlong into the stands, skidded to a halt in midair, reversed, and zoomed back into the middle of the field. And then he saw something to make his heart stand still. Malfoy was diving, a look of triumph on his face - there, a few feet above the grass below, was a tiny, golden glimmer - Harry urged the Firebolt downward, but Malfoy was miles ahead - Go. Harry urged pf broom. He was gaining on Malfoy - Harry flattened himself to the broom handle as Bole sent a Bludger at him - he was at Malfoys ankles - he was level - Harry threw himself forward, taking both hands off his broom. He knocked Malfoys arm out of the way and - YES. He pulled out of his dive, his hand in the air, and the stadium exploded. Harry soared above the crowd, an odd ringing in his ears. The tiny golden master duel ios was held tight in his fist, beating its wings hopelessly against his fingers. Then Wood was speeding toward him, half-blinded by tears; gsmes seized Harry around the neck and sobbed unrestrainedly into his shoulder. Harry felt two large thumps as Fred and George hit them; then Angelinas, Alicias, and Katies voices, Weve won the Cup. Weve won the Cup. Tangled together in a many-armed hug, the Gryffindor team sank, yelling hoarsely, back to earth. Wave upon wave of crimson supporters was pouring over the barriers onto the field. Hands were raining down on their backs. Harry had a confused impression of noise and bodies pressing in on him. Then he, and the rest of the team, were hoisted onto the shoulders of the crowd. Thrust into the light, he saw Hagrid, plastered with crimson rosettes - Yeh beat em, Harry, yeh beat em. Wait till I tell Buckbeak. There was Percy, jumping up and down like a maniac, all dignity forgotten. Professor McGonagall was sobbing harder even than Wood, wiping her eyes with an enormous Gryffindor flag; and there, fighting their way toward Harry, were Ron and Hermione. Words failed them. They simply beamed as Harry was borne toward the stands, where Dumbledore stood waiting with the enormous Gamess Cup. If only there had been a dementor around. As a sobbing Wood passed Harry the Cup, as he lifted it into the air, Harry felt he could have produced the worlds best Patronus. H CHAPTER SIXTEEN PROFESSOR TRELAWNEYS PREDICTION arrys euphoria at finally winning the Quidditch Cup lasted ;c least a week. Even the weather seemed to be celebrating; as June approached, the days became cloudless and sultry, and all anybody felt like doing was strolling onto the grounds and flopping down on the grass with several pints of iced pumpkin juice, perhaps playing a casual game of Gobstones or watching the giant squid propel itself dreamily across the surface of the lake. But they couldnt. Exams were nearly upon them, and instead of gams around outside, the students were forced to remain inside the castle, trying to bully their brains into concentrating while enticing wafts of summer air drifted in through the windows. Even Fred and George Weasley had been spotted working; they were about to take their O. s (Ordinary Wizarding Levels). Percy was getting ready to take his N. s (Nastily Exhausting Wizarding Tests), the highest qualification Hogwarts offered. As Percy hoped to enter the Ministry of Magic, he needed top grades. He was becoming increasingly edgy, and gave very severe punishments to anybody who disturbed the quiet of the common room in the evenings. In fact, the only person who seemed more anxious than Percy was Hermione. Harry and Ron had given up asking her how she was managing to attend several classes at once, but they couldnt Footbll themselves when they saw the exam schedule she had drawn up for herself. The first column read: Monday 9 oclock, Arithmancy 9 oclock, Transfiguration Lunch 1 oclock, Charms 1 oclock, Ancient Runes Hermione. Ron said cautiously, because she was liable to explode when interrupted these days. Er - are you sure youve copied down these times right. What. snapped Hermione, picking up the exam schedule and examining it. Yes, of course I have. Is there any point asking how youre going to sit for two exams at once. said Harry. No, said Hermione shortly. Have either of you seen my copy of Numerology and Grammatica. Oh, yeah, I borrowed it for Football games pc Fkotball of bedtime reading, said Ron, but very quietly. Hermione started shifting heaps of parchment around on her table, looking for the book. Just then, there was a rustle at the window and Hedwig fluttered through it, a note clutched tight in her beak. Its from Hagrid, said Harry, ripping the note open. Buckbeaks appeal - its set for the sixth. Thats the day we finish our exams, said Hermione, still looking everywhere for her Arithmancy book. And just click for source coming up here to Footnall it, said Harry, still reading from the letter. Someone from the Ministry of Magic and - and an executioner. Hermione looked up, startled. Theyre bringing the executioner to Footbaall appeal. But that sounds as though theyve already decided. Yeah, it does, said Harry slowly. They cant. Ron howled. Ive spent ages reading up on stuff for him; they cant just ignore it all. But Harry had a horrible feeling that the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures had had its mind made up Flotball it by Mr. Malfoy. Draco, who had been noticeably subdued since Gryffindors triumph in the Quidditch final, seemed to regain some of his old swagger over the next few days. From sneering comments Harry overheard, Malfoy was certain Buckbeak was going to be killed, and seemed thoroughly pleased with himself for bringing it about. It was all Harry could do to stop himself imitating Hermione and hitting Malfoy in the face on these occasions. And the worst thing of all was that they had no time or opportunity to go and see Hagrid, because the strict new security measures had not been lifted, and Harry didnt dare retrieve his Invisibility Cloak from below the one-eyed witch. Exam week began and an unnatural hush fell over the castle. The third years emerged from Transfiguration at lunchtime on Monday, limp and ashen-faced, comparing results and bemoaning the difficulty of the tasks they had been set, which had included turning a teapot into a tortoise. Hermione irritated the rest by fussing about how her tortoise had looked more like a turtle, which was the least of everyone elses worries. Mine still had a spout for a tail, what a nightmare. Were the tortoises supposed to breathe steam. It still had a willow-patterned shell, dyou think thatll count against me. Then, after a hasty lunch, it was straight back upstairs for the Charms exam. Hermione had been right; Professor Flitwick did indeed test them gajes Cheering Charms. Harry slightly overdid his out of nerves and Ron, who was partnering him, ended up in fits of hysterical laughter and had to be led away to a quiet room for an hour before he was ready to perform the charm himself. After dinner, the students hurried back to their common rooms, not to relax, but to start studying for Care of Magical Creatures, Potions, and Astronomy. Hagrid presided over the Care of Magical Creatures exam the following morning with a very preoccupied air indeed; his heart didnt seem to be in it at all. He had provided a large tub of fresh flobberworms for the class, and told them that to pass the test, their flobberworm had to still be alive at the end of one hour. As flobberworms flourished best if left to their own devices, it was the easiest exam any of them had ever taken, and also gave Harry, Ron, and Hermione plenty of opportunity Football games pc speak to Hagrid. Beakys gettin a bit depressed, Hagrid told them, bending low on the pretense of checking that Harrys flobberworm was still alive. Bin cooped up too long. But still. well know day after tomorrow - one way or the other - They had Potions that afternoon, which was an unqualified disaster. Try as Harry might, he couldnt get his Confusing Concoction to thicken, and Snape, standing watch with an air of vindictive pleasure, scribbled something that looked suspiciously like a zero onto his notes before moving away. Then came Astronomy at midnight, up on the tallest tower; History of Magic on Wednesday morning, in which Harry scribbled everything Florean Fortescue had ever told him about medieval witch-hunts, while wishing he could have had one of Fortescues choco-nut sundaes with him in the stifling classroom. Wednesday afternoon meant Herbology, in the greenhouses under a baking-hot sun; then back to the common room once more, with sunburnt necks, thinking longingly of this time next day, when it would all be over. Their second to last exam, on Thursday Footbalo, was Defense Against the Dark Arts. Professor Lupin had compiled the most unusual exam any of them had ever taken: a sort of obstacle course outside in the sun, where they had to wade across a deep paddling pool containing a grindylow, cross a series of potholes full of Red Caps, squish their way across a patch of marsh while ignoring misleading directions from a hinkypunk, then climb into an old trunk and battle with a new boggart. Excellent, Harry, Lupin muttered as Harry climbed out of the trunk, grinning. Full marks. Flushed with his success, Harry hung around to watch Ron and Hermione. Ron did very well until he reached the hinkypunk, which successfully confused him into sinking waist-high into the quagmire. Hermione did everything perfectly until she reached the trunk with the boggart in it. After about a minute gqmes it, she burst out again, screaming. Hermione. said Lupin, startled. Whats the matter. P-P-Professor McGonagall. Hermione gasped, pointing into the trunk. Sh-she said Id failed everything. It Flotball a little while to calm Hermione down. When at last she had regained a grip on herself, she, Harry, and Ron went back to the castle. Ron was still slightly inclined to laugh at Hermiones boggart, but an argument was averted by the sight that met them on the top Footbaall the steps. Cornelius Fudge, sweating slightly in his pinstriped cloak, was standing there staring out at the grounds. He started at the sight of Harry. Hello there, Harry. he said. Just had an exam, I expect. Nearly finished. Yes, said Harry. Hermione and Ron, not being on speaking terms with the Minister of Magic, hovered awkwardly in the background. Lovely day, said Fudge, casting an eye over the lake. Pity. pity. He sighed deeply and looked down at Harry. Im here on an unpleasant mission, Harry. The Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures required a witness to the execution of a mad hippogriff. As I needed to visit Hogwarts to check on the Black situation, I was asked to step in. Does that mean the appeals already happened. Ron interrupted, stepping learn more here. No, no, its scheduled for this afternoon, said Fudge, looking curiously at Ron. Then you might not have to witness an execution at all. said Ron stoutly. The hippogriff might get off. Before Fudge could answer, two wizards came through the castle doors behind him. One was so ancient he appeared to be withering before their very eyes; the other was tall and strapping, with a thin black mustache. Harry gathered that they were representatives of the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures, because the very old wizard squinted toward Hagrids cabin and said in a feeble voice, Dear, dear, Im getting too old for this. Two oclock, isnt it, Fudge. The black-mustached man was fingering something in his belt; Harry looked and saw that he was running one broad thumb along the blade of a shining axe. Ron opened his mouth to say something, but Hermione nudged him hard in gams ribs and jerked her head toward the entrance hall. Whyd you stop me. said Ron angrily as they entered the Great Hall for lunch. Did you see them. Theyve even got the axe ready. This isnt justice. Ron, your dad works for the Ministry, you cant go saying things like that to his boss. said Hermione, but she too looked very upset. As long as Hagrid keeps his head this time, and argues his case properly, they cant possibly execute Buckbeak. But Harry could tell Hermione didnt really believe what she was saying. All around them, people were talking excitedly as they ate their lunch, happily anticipating pcc end of the exams that afternoon, but Harry, Ron, and Hermione, lost in worry about Hagrid and Buckbeak, didnt join in. Harrys and Rons last exam was Divination; Hermiones, Muggle Studies. They walked up the marble staircase together; Hermione left them on the first floor and Harry and Ron proceeded all the way up to oFotball seventh, where many of their class were sitting on the spiral staircase to Professor Trelawneys classroom, trying to cram in a bit of last-minute studying. Footbsll seeing gamrs all separately, Neville informed them as they went to sit down next to him. He had his copy of Unfogging the Future open on his lap at the pages devoted to crystal gazing. Have either of you ever seen anything in a crystal ball. he asked them unhappily. Nope, said Ron in an offhand voice. He kept checking his watch; Harry knew that he was counting down the time until Buckbeaks appeal started. The line of people outside the classroom shortened very slowly. As each gmes climbed back down the silver ladder, the rest of the class hissed, What did she ask. Was it okay. But they all refused to say. She says the crystal balls told her that if I tell you, Ill have a horrible accident. squeaked Neville as he clambered back down the ladder toward Harry and Ron, who had now reached the landing. Thats convenient, snorted Ron. You know, Im starting to think Hermione was right about her - he jabbed his thumb toward All space cloud pc games sorry trapdoor overhead - shes a right old fraud. Yeah, said Harry, looking at his own watch. It was now https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/2022/fortnite-on-ipad.php oclock. Wish shed hurry up. Parvati came back down the ladder glowing with pride. She says Ive got all the makings of a true Seer, she informed Harry and Ron. I saw loads of stuff. Well, good luck. She hurried off down the spiral staircase toward Lavender. Ronald Weasley, said the familiar, misty voice from over their heads. Ron grimaced at Harry and climbed the silver ladder out of sight. Harry was now the only person left to be tested. He settled himself on the floor with his back against the wall, listening to a fly buzzing in the sunny window, his mind across the grounds with Hagrid. Finally, after about twenty minutes, Rons large feet reappeared on the ladder. Howd it go. Harry asked him, standing up.
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