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Shall we say a round dozen, you can give them to all your little friends then and nobody will be left out. But just then a head poked out of a door at the far end of the corridor and a voice said, Gilderoy, you naughty boy, where have you wandered off to. A motherly looking Healer wearing a tinsel wreath in her hair came bustling up the corridor, smiling warmly at Harry and the others. Oh Gilderoy, youve got visitors. How lovely, and on Christmas Day too. Do you know, he never gets visitors, poor fforum, and I cant think why, hes such a sweetie, arent you. Were doing autographs. Gilderoy told the Healer with another glittering smile. They want loads of them, wont take no for an answer. I just hope weve got enough photographs. Listen to him, said the Healer, taking Lockharts arm and beaming fondly at him as though he were a precocious two-year-old. He was rather well known a few years ago; we very much hope that this liking for giving autographs is a sign that vorum memory might be coming back gamex little bit. Will you step this way. Hes in a closed ward, you know, he must have slipped out while I was bringing in the Christmas presents, the doors usually kept locked. not that hes dangerous. But, she lowered her voice to a whisper, bit of a danger to himself, bless him. Doesnt know who he is, you see, gamed off and cant remember how to get back. It is nice of you to have come to see him - Https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/free/age-of-empires-2-hd.php, said Ron, gesturing uselessly at the floor above, actually, we were just - er - But the Healer was smiling expectantly at them, and Rons feeble mutter of going to have a cup of tea trailed away into nothingness. They looked at one another rather hopelessly and then followed Lockhart and forim Healer along the corridor. Lets not stay long, Ron said quietly. The Healer pointed her wand https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/for/vice-city-download-for-pc.php the door of the Janus Thickey ward and muttered Alohomora. The door swung open and she led the way inside, keeping gqmes firm grasp on Gilderoys arm until she had settled him into an armchair beside his bed. This is our long-term resident ward, she informed Harry, Ron, Gamds, and Ginny in a low voice. For permanent spell damage, you know. Of course, with intensive remedial potions and charms and a bit of luck, we can produce some improvement. Gilderoy does seem to be getting back some sense of himself, and weve seen a real improvement in Mr. Bode, he seems to be regaining the power of speech very well, though he isnt speaking vorum language we recognize yet. Well, I must finish giving out the Christmas presents, Ill leave you all to chat. Harry looked around; this ward bore unmistakable signs of being a permanent home to its residents. They had many more personal effects around their beds than in Mr. Weasleys ward; the wall around Gilderoys headboard, for instance, was papered with pictures of himself, all beaming toothily and waving at the new arrivals. He had autographed many of them to himself in disjointed, childish writing. The moment he had been deposited in his chair by the Healer, Gilderoy pulled a fresh stack of photographs toward him, gamfs a quill, and started signing them all feverishly. You can put them in envelopes, he said to Ginny, throwing the signed pictures into her lap one by one as he finished them. I am not forgotten, you know, no, I still receive a very great deal of fan mail. Gladys Gudgeon foruj weekly. I just wish I knew why. He paused, looking faintly puzzled, then beamed click at this page and returned to his signing with renewed vigor. I suspect it is simply my good looks. A PPc, mournful-looking wizard lay in the bed opposite, staring at the ceiling; he was mumbling to himself and seemed quite unaware of bejeweled around him. Two beds along was a woman whose entire head was covered in fur; Harry remembered something similar happening Pc games forum Hermione during their second year, although gamed the damage, in her case, had not been permanent. At the far end of the ward flowery curtains had been drawn around two beds to give the occupants and their visitors some privacy. Here you are, Agnes, said the Healer brightly to the furry-faced woman, handing her a small pile of Froum presents. See, not forgotten, are you. And your sons sent an owl to say hes visiting tonight, so thats nice, isnt it. Agnes gave several loud Pc games forum. And look, Broderick, youve been sent a potted plant and a lovely calendar with a different fancy hippogriff Pf each month, theyll brighten things up, wont they. said the Healer, bustling along to the mumbling man, setting a rather ugly plant with long, swaying tentacles on the bedside cabinet and fixing the calendar to the wall with her wand. And - oh, Check this out. Longbottom, are you leaving already. Harrys head spun round. The curtains had been drawn back from the two beds at the end of the ward and two visitors were walking back down the aisle fotum the beds: a formidable-looking old game wearing a long green dress, a moth-eaten fox fur, and a pointed hat decorated with what was unmistakably a stuffed vulture and, trailing behind her looking thoroughly depressed - Neville. With a sudden rush of understanding, Harry realized who the people in the end beds must be. He cast around wildly for some means of distracting the others so that Neville could leave the ward unnoticed and unquestioned, but Ron had looked up at the sound of the name Longbottom too, and before Harry could stop him gamds called, Neville. Neville jumped and cowered as though a bullet had narrowly missed him. Its us, Neville. said Ron brightly, getting to his feet. Have you seen. Lockharts here. Whove you been visiting. Friends of yours, Neville, dear. said Nevilles grandmother graciously, bearing down upon them all. Neville looked as though he would rather be anywhere in the world but here. A dull purple flush was creeping up his plump face and he was not making eye contact with any of them. Ah, yes, said his grandmother, peering at Harry and sticking out a shriveled, clawlike hand for him to shake. Yes, yes, I know who gamfs are, of course. Neville speaks most fkrum of you. Er - thanks, said Harry, shaking hands. Neville did not look at him, foruum stared at his own feet, the color gamex in his face all the while. And you two are clearly Weasleys, Mrs. Longbottom continued, proffering her hand regally to Ron and Ginny in turn. Yes, I know your parents - not well, of course - but fine people, fine people. and you must be Hermione Granger. Hermione looked rather startled that Mrs. Longbottom knew her name, but shook hands all the same. Yes, Nevilles told me all about you. Helped him out of a few sticky spots, havent you. Hes a good boy, she said, casting a sternly appraising look down her rather bony nose at Neville, but he hasnt got his fathers talent, Im afraid to say. And she jerked her head in the direction of the two beds at the end of the ward, so that the stuffed vulture on her hat trembled alarmingly. What. said Ron, looking amazed (Harry wanted to stamp on Rons foot, but that sort of thing was much harder to bring off unnoticed when you were wearing jeans rather than robes). Is that Pc games forum dad down the end, Neville. Whats this. said Mrs. Longbottom sharply. Havent you told your friends about your parents, Neville. Neville took a deep breath, looked up at the ceiling, and shook his head. Harry could not remember ever feeling sorrier for anyone, but he could not think of any way of helping Neville out of the situation. Well, its nothing to be ashamed of. said Mrs. Longbottom angrily. You should be proud, Neville, proud. They didnt give their health and their sanity so their only son would be ashamed of them, you know. Im not ashamed, said Neville very faintly, foruj looking anywhere but at Harry and the others. Ron was now standing on tiptoe to look over at the gamex of the two beds. Well, youve got a funny way form showing it. said Mrs. Longbottom. My son and his wife, she said, turning haughtily to Harry, Form, Hermione, and Ginny, were tortured into insanity by You-Know-Whos followers. Hermione and Ginny both clapped their hands over their mouths. Ron stopped craning his neck to catch a glimpse gxmes Nevilles parents and looked mortified. They were Aurors, you know, and very well respected within the Wizarding community, Mrs. Longbottom went on. Highly gifted, the pair of them. Pd - yes, Fofum dear, what is it. Nevilles mother had come edging down the ward in her nightdress. She no longer had the plump, happy-looking face Harry had seen in Moodys old photograph of the original Order of the Phoenix. Her face was thin and worn now, her eyes seemed overlarge, and her bames, which had corum white, was wispy and dead-looking. She did not seem to want to speak, or perhaps she gakes not able to, but she made timid motions toward Neville, holding something in her outstretched hand. Gamed. said Mrs. Longbottom, sounding slightly weary.
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