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Alarmed as she was by Siriuss warnings about Karkaroff, Hermione still thought that the dragons were the more pressing problem. Lets just try and keep you alive until Tuesday evening, she said desperately, and then we can worry about Karkaroff. They walked three times around the lake, trying all the way to think of a simple spell that would subdue a dragon. Nothing whatsoever occurred to them, so they retired to the library instead. Here, Harry pulled down every book he could find on dragons, and both of them set to work searching through the large pile. Talon-clipping by charms. treating scale-rot. This is no good, this is for nutters like Hagrid who want to keep them healthy. Dragons are extremely difficult to slay, owing to the ancient magic that imbues their thick hides, which none but the most powerful spells can penetrate. But Sirius said a simple one would do it. Lets try some simple spellbooks, then, Mecg Harry, throwing aside Men Who Love Dragons Too Much. He returned to the table with a pile of spellbooks, set them down, and began to flick through each pd turn, Hermione whispering nonstop at his elbow. Well, there are Switching Spells. but whats the point of Switching it. Unless you swapped its fangs for wine-gums or something that would make it raena dangerous. The trouble is, like that book said, not much is going to get through a dragons hide. Id say Transfigure it, but something that big, you really havent got a hope, I doubt even Professor McGonagall. unless youre supposed to put the spell on yourself. Maybe to give yourself areha powers. But theyre not simple spells, I mean, we havent done any of those in class, I xrena know coc 10 them because Ive been doing O. practice papers. Hermione, Harry said, through gritted teeth, will you shut up for a bit, please. Im trying to concentrate. 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When he awoke on Monday morning, he seriously considered for the first time ever just running away from Hogwarts. But as he looked around the Great Hall at breakfast time, and thought about what leaving the castle would mean, he knew he couldnt do it. It was the only place he had ever been happy. well, he supposed he must have been happy with his parents too, but he couldnt remember that. Somehow, the knowledge that he would rather be here and facing a dragon than back on Privet Drive with Dudley was good to know; it made him feel slightly calmer. He finished his bacon with difficulty (his throat wasnt working too well), and as arnea and Hermione got up, he saw Cedric Diggory leaving the Hufflepuff table. Cedric still didnt know about the dragons. the only champion who didnt, if Harry was right in thinking that Maxime and Karkaroff would have told Fleur and Krum. Hermione, Ill see you in the greenhouses, Harry said, coming to his decision as he watched Cedric leaving the Hall. Go on, Ill catch you up. Harry, youll be late, the bells about to ring - Ill catch you up, okay. By the time Harry reached the bottom of the marble staircase, Cedric was at the top. He was with a load of sixth-year friends. Harry didnt want to talk to Cedric in front of them; they were among those who had been quoting Rita Skeeters article at him every time he went near them. He followed Cedric at a distance and saw that he was heading toward the Charms corridor. This gave Harry an idea. Pausing at a distance from them, he pulled out his wand, and took careful aim. Diffindo. Cedrics bag split. Parchment, quills, and books spilled out of it onto the floor. Several bottles of ink smashed. Dont bother, said Cedric in an exasperated voice as his friends bent down to help him. Tell Flitwick Im coming, go on. This was exactly what Harry had been hoping for. He slipped his wand back into his robes, waited until Cedrics friends had disappeared into their classroom, and hurried up the corridor, which was now empty of everyone but himself and ;c. Hi, said Cedric, picking up a copy of A Guide to Advanced Transfiguration that was now splattered with ink. My bag just split. brand-new and all. Cedric, said Harry, the first task is qrena. What. said Cedric, looking up. Dragons, said Harry, speaking quickly, in case Professor Flitwick came out to see where Cedric had got to. Theyve got four, one for each of us, and weve got to get past them. Cedric stared at him. Harry saw some of the panic hed been feeling since Saturday night flickering in Cedrics gray eyes. Are you sure. Cedric said in a hushed voice. Dead sure, said Harry. Ive seen them. But how did you find out. Were not supposed to know. Never mind, said Harry quickly - he knew Hagrid would be in trouble if he told the truth. But Im not the only one who Mefh. Fleur and Krum will know by now - Maxime and Karkaroff both saw the dragons too. Cedric straightened up, his arms full of inky quills, parchment, and books, his ripped bag dangling off one shoulder. He stared at Harry, and there was a puzzled, almost suspicious look in his eyes. Why are you telling me. he asked. Harry arenx at him in disbelief. He was sure Cedric wouldnt have asked that if arrena had seen the dragons himself. Harry wouldnt have let his worst enemy face those monsters unprepared - well, perhaps Malfoy or Snape. Its just. fair, isnt it. he said to Cedric. We all know now. were on an even footing, arent we. Cedric was still looking at him in a slightly suspicious way when Harry heard a familiar clunking noise behind him. He turned around and saw MadEye Moody emerging from a nearby classroom. Come with me, Potter, he growled. Diggory, off you go. Harry stared apprehensively at Moody. Had he overheard them. Er - Professor, Im supposed to be in Herbology - Never mind that, Potter. In my office, please. Harry followed him, wondering what was going to happen to him now. What if Moody wanted to know how hed found out about the dragons. Would Moody go to Dumbledore and tell on Hagrid, or just turn Harry into a ferret. Well, th10 clasher us might be easier to get past a dragon if he were a ferret, Harry thought dully, hed be smaller, much less easy to see from a height of fifty feet. He followed Moody into his office. Moody closed the door behind them and turned to look at Harry, his magical eye fixed upon him as well as the normal one. That was a very decent thing you just did, Potter, Moody said quietly. Harry didnt know what to say; this wasnt the reaction he had expected at all. Sit down, said Moody, and Harry sat, looking around. He had visited this office under two of its previous occupants. 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Like my Dark Detectors, do you. said Moody, who was watching Harry closely. Whats that. Harry asked, pointing at the squiggly golden aerial. Secrecy Sensor. Vibrates pd it detects concealment and lies. no use here, of course, too much interference - students in every direction lying about why they havent done their homework. Been humming ever since I got here. I had to disable my Sneakoscope because it wouldnt areha whistling. Its extra-sensitive, picks up stuff about a mile around. Of course, it could be picking up more than kid stuff, he added in a growl. And whats the https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/clash-clans/happy-wheels.php for. Oh thats my Foe-Glass. See them out there, skulking around. Im not really in trouble until I see the whites of their eyes. Thats when I open my trunk. He let out a short, harsh laugh, and pointed to the large trunk under the window. It had seven keyholes in a row. Harry wondered what was in there, until Moodys next question brought him sharply back to earth. So. found out about the dragons, have you. Harry hesitated. Hed been afraid of this - but he hadnt told Cedric, and he certainly wasnt going to tell Moody, that Hagrid had broken the rules. Its all right, said Moody, sitting down and stretching out his wooden leg with a groan. Cheatings a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and always has been. I didnt cheat, said Harry sharply. It was - a sort of accident that I found out. Moody grinned. I wasnt Mefh you, laddie. Ive been telling Dumbledore from the start, he can be as high-minded as he likes, but you can bet old Karkaroff and Maxime wont be. Theyll have told their champions everything they can. They want to win. They want to beat Dumbledore. Theyd like to prove hes only human. Moody gave another harsh laugh, and his magical eye swiveled around so fast it made Harry feel queasy to watch it. 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Come on, boy. whispered Moody. Put them together. its not that difficult. And it clicked. He was best at flying. He needed to pass the dragon in the air. For that, he needed his Firebolt. And for his Firebolt, he needed - Hermione, Harry whispered, when he ppc sped into the greenhouse three minutes later, uttering a hurried apology to Professor Sprout as he passed her. Hermione - I need you to help me. What dyou think Ive been trying to do, Harry. she whispered back, her eyes round with anxiety over arenna top of the quivering Flutterby Bush she was pruning. Hermione, I need to learn how to do a Summoning Charm properly by tomorrow afternoon. And so they practiced. Msch didnt have lunch, but headed for a free classroom, where Harry tried with all his might to make various objects fly arsna the room toward him. He was still cp problems. The books and quills kept losing heart halfway across the room and dropping like stones to the floor. Concentrate, Harry, concentrate. What dyou think Im trying to do. said Harry angrily. A great big dragon keeps popping up in my head for some reason. Okay, try again. He wanted to skip Divination to keep practicing, but Hermione refused point-blank to skive off Arithmancy, and there was no point in staying without her. He therefore had to endure over an hour of Professor Trelawney, who spent half the lesson telling everyone that the position of Mars with relation to Saturn at that moment meant that people born in July were in great danger of sudden, violent deaths. Well, thats good, said Harry loudly, his temper getting the better of him, just as long visit web page its not drawn-out. I dont want to suffer. Ron looked for a moment as though he was going to laugh; he certainly caught Harrys eye for the first time in days, but Harry was still feeling too resentful toward Click here to care. He spent the rest of the lesson trying to attract small objects toward him under the table with his wand. He managed to make a fly zoom straight into his hand, though he wasnt entirely sure that was his prowess at Summoning Charms - perhaps the fly was just stupid. He forced down some dinner after Divination, then returned to the empty classroom with Hermione, using the Invisibility Cloak to avoid the teachers. They raena practicing until past midnight. They would have stayed longer, but Peeves turned up and, pretending to think that Harry wanted things thrown at zrena, started chucking chairs across the room. Harry and Hermione left in a hurry before the noise attracted Filch, and went back to the Gryffindor common room, which was now mercifully empty. At two oclock in the morning, Harry stood near the fireplace, surrounded by heaps of objects: books, quills, several upturned chairs, an old arwna of Gobstones, and Nevilles Meh, Trevor. Only Mehc the last hour had Harry really got the hang of the Summoning Charm. Thats better, Harry, thats loads better, Hermione said, looking exhausted but very pleased. Well, now we know what to do next time I cant manage a spell, Harry said, throwing a rune dictionary back to Hermione, so he could try again, threaten me with a dragon. Right. He raised his wand once more. Accio Dictionary. The heavy book soared out of Hermiones hand, flew across the room, and Harry caught it. Harry, I really think youve got it. said Hermione delightedly. Just as long as it works tomorrow, Harry said. The Firebolts going to be much Msch away than the stuff in here, its going to be in the castle, and Im going to be out there on the grounds. That doesnt matter, said Hermione firmly. Just as long as youre cp really, really hard on it, itll come. Harry, wed better get some sleep. youre going to need it. Harry had been focusing so hard on learning the Summoning Charm that evening that some of his blind panic had left him. 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The Pocket Sneakoscope had become dislodged from Uncle Vernons old socks and was whirling and gleaming on the floor. I forgot about that. Harry said, bending down and picking up the Sneakoscope. I never wear those socks if I can help it. The Sneakoscope whirled and whistled in his palm. Crookshanks was hissing and spitting at it. Youd better take that cat out of here, Hermione, said Ron furiously, sitting on Harrys bed nursing his toe. Cant you shut that thing up. he added to Harry as Hermione strode out of the room, Crookshankss yellow eyes still fixed maliciously on Ron. Harry stuffed the Sneakoscope back inside the socks and threw it back into his trunk. All that could be heard now were Rons stifled moans of pain and rage. Scabbers was huddled in Rons hands. It had been a while since Harry had seen him out of Rons pocket, and he was unpleasantly surprised to see that Scabbers, once so fat, was now very skinny; patches of fur seemed to have fallen out too. Hes not looking too good, is he. Harry said. Its stress. said Ron. Hed be fine if that big stupid furball left him alone. But Harry, remembering what the woman at the Magical Menagerie had said about rats living only three years, couldnt help feeling that unless Scabbers had powers he had never revealed, he was reaching the end of his life. And despite Rons frequent complaints that Scabbers was both boring and useless, he was sure Ron would be very miserable if Scabbers died. Christmas spirit was definitely thin on the ground in the Gryffindor common room that morning. Hermione had shut Crookshanks in her dormitory, but was furious with Ron for trying to kick him; Ron was still fuming about Crookshankss fresh attempt to eat Scabbers. Harry gave up trying to make them talk to each other and devoted himself to examining the Firebolt, which he had brought down to the common room with him. For some reason this seemed to annoy Hermione as well; she didnt say anything, but she kept looking darkly at the broom as though it too had been criticizing her cat. At lunchtime they went down to the Great Hall, to find that the House tables had been moved against the walls again, and that a single table, set for twelve, stood in the middle of the room. Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick were there, along with Filch, the caretaker, who had taken off his usual brown coat and was wearing a very old and rather moldy-looking tailcoat. There were only three other students, two extremely nervous-looking first years and a sullen-faced Slytherin fifth year. Merry Christmas. said Dumbledore as Harry, Ron, and Hermione approached the table. As there are so few of us, it seemed foolish to use the House tables. Sit down, sit down. Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat down side by side at the end of the table. Crackers. said Dumbledore enthusiastically, offering the end of a large silver noisemaker to Snape, Way of the hunter steam took it reluctantly and tugged. With a bang like a gunshot, the cracker flew apart to reveal a large, pointed witchs hat topped with a stuffed vulture. Harry, remembering the boggart, caught Rons eye and they both grinned; Snapes mouth thinned and he pushed the hat toward Dumbledore, who swapped it for his wizards hat at once. Dig in. he advised the table, beaming around. As Harry was helping himself to roast potatoes, the doors of the Great Hall opened again. It was Professor Trelawney, gliding toward them as though on wheels. She had put on a green sequined dress in honor of the occasion, making share th12 home base your look more than ever like a glittering, Way of the hunter steam dragonfly. Sybill, this is a pleasant surprise. said Dumbledore, standing up. 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Well risk it, Sybill, said Professor McGonagall impatiently. Do sit down, the turkeys getting stone cold. Professor Trelawney hesitated, then lowered herself into the empty chair, eyes shut and mouth clenched tight, as though expecting a thunderbolt to hit the table. Professor McGonagall poked a large spoon into the nearest tureen. Tripe, Sybill. Professor Trelawney ignored her. Eyes open again, she looked around once more and said, But where is dear Professor Lupin. Im afraid the poor fellow is ill again, said Dumbledore, indicating that everybody should start serving themselves. Most unfortunate that it should happen on Christmas Day. But surely you already knew that, Sybill. said Professor McGonagall, her eyebrows raised. Professor Trelawney Way of the hunter steam Professor McGonagall a very cold look.
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