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Yes, all right then, she said finally, blushing furiously. Thanks, said Harry, in relief. Lavender - will you go with Hiistory. Shes going with Seamus, said Parvati, and the pair of them giggled harder than ever. Harry sighed. Cant you think of anyone whod go with Ron. he said, lowering his voice so that Ron wouldnt hear. What about Hermione Granger. said Parvati. Shes going with someone else. Best mobile free looked astonished. Ooooh - who. she said keenly. Harry shrugged. No idea, he said. So what about Ron. Well. said Parvati slowly, I suppose my sister might. Padma, you know. in Ravenclaw. Ill ask her if you like. Yeah, that would be great, said Harry. Let me know, will you. And he went back over to Ron, feeling that this ball was a lot more trouble than it was worth, and hoping very much that Padma Patils nose was dead center. D CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE THE Hiistory BALL espite fames very heavy load of homework that the fourth years had been given for the holidays, Harry was in no mood to work when term ended, and spent the week leading up to Christmas enjoying himself as fully as possible along with everyone else. Gryffindor Gmaes was hardly less crowded now than during term-time; it seemed to have shrunk link too, as its inhabitants were being so much rowdier than usual. Fred and George had had a great success with their Canary Creams, and for the first couple of days of the holidays, people kept bursting into feather all over the place. Before long, however, all the Gryffindors had learned to treat food anybody else offered them with extreme caution, in case it had a Canary Cream concealed in the center, and George confided to Harry that he and Fred were now working on developing something else. Harry made a mental note never to accept so much as a crisp from Yames and George in future. He still hadnt forgotten Dudley and the Ton-Tongue Toffee. Snow was falling thickly upon the castle and its grounds now. The pale blue Beauxbatons carriage looked like a large, chilly, frosted pumpkin next to the iced gingerbread house that was Hagrids cabin, while the Durmstrang ships portholes were glazed with ice, the rigging white with frost. The houseelves down in the kitchen were outdoing themselves with a series of rich, warming stews and savory puddings, and only Fleur Delacour seemed to be able to find anything to complain about. It is too eavy, all zis Ogwarts food, they heard her saying grumpily as they left the Great Hall behind her one evening (Ron skulking behind Harry, keen not to be spotted by Fleur). I will not fit into my dress robes. Oooh gamez a tragedy, Hermione snapped as Fleur went out into the entrance hall. She really thinks a lot of herself, that one, doesnt she. Hermione - who are you going to the ball with. said Ron. He kept springing this question on her, hoping to startle her into a response by asking it when she least expected it. However, Hermione yames frowned and said, Im not telling you, youll just make fun of me. Youre joking, Weasley. said Malfoy, tactic xeno them. Youre not telling me someones asked that to the ball. Not the long-molared Mudblood. Harry and Ron both whipped around, but Hermione said loudly, waving to somebody over Malfoys shoulder, Hello, Professor Moody. Malfoy went pale historg jumped backward, looking wildly around for Moody, but he was still up at the staff table, finishing his stew. Twitchy little ferret, arent you, Malfoy. said Hermione scathingly, and she, Harry, and Ron went up the marble staircase laughing heartily. Hermione, said Ron, looking sideways at her, suddenly frowning, your teeth. What about them. she said. Well, theyre different. Ive just noticed. Of course they are - did you expect me to keep those fangs Malfoy gave me. No, I mean, theyre different to how they were before he put that hex on you. Theyre all. straight and - and normal-sized. Hermione suddenly gzmes very mischievously, and Harry noticed it too: It was a very different smile from the one he remembered. Well. when I gamees up to Madam Pomfrey to get them shrunk, she held up a mirror and told me to stop her when they were back to how they normally were, she said. And I just. let her carry on a bit. She smiled even more widely. Mum historj Dad wont be too pleased. Ive been trying to persuade them to let me shrink them for ages, but they wanted me to carry on with my braces. Gamez know, theyre dentists, they just dont think teeth and magic should - garena top up cod. Pigwidgeons back. Rons tiny owl was twittering madly on the top of the icicle-laden banisters, a scroll of parchment tied to his leg. People passing him were pointing and laughing, and a group of third-year girls paused and said, Oh look at the weeny owl. Isnt he cute. Stupid little feathery git. Ron hissed, hurrying up the stairs and snatching up Pigwidgeon. You bring letters to the addressee. You dont hang around showing off. Pigwidgeon hooted happily, his head protruding over Rons fist. The thirdyear girls all looked very shocked. Clear off. Ron snapped at them, waving the fist holding Pigwidgeon, who hooted more happily than ever as he soared through the air. Here - take Pd, Harry, Ron added in an undertone as the third-year girls scuttled away looking scandalized. He pulled Siriuss reply off Pigwidgeons leg, Harry pocketed it, and they hurried back to Gryffindor Tower to read it. Everyone in the common room was much too busy in letting off more holiday steam to observe what anyone else was up to. Ron, Harry, and Hermione sat apart from everyone else by a dark window that was gradually filling up with snow, and Harry read out: Dear Harry, Congratulations on getting past the Horntail. Whoever put your name in that goblet shouldnt be feeling too happy right now. I was going to suggest a Conjunctivitis Curse, as a dragons eyes are its weakest point - Thats what Krum did. Hermione whispered - but your way was better, Im impressed. Dont get complacent, though, Harry. Youve only done one task; whoever put you in for the tournaments got plenty more opportunity if theyre trying to hurt you. Keep your eyes open - particularly click to see more the gamfs we discussed is around - and concentrate on keeping yourself out of trouble. Keep in touch, I still want to hear gakes anything unusual. He sounds exactly like Moody, said Harry quietly, tucking the letter away again inside his robes. Constant vigilance. Youd gamse I walk around with my eyes shut, banging off the walls. But hes right, Harry, said Hermione, you have still got two tasks to do. You really ought to have a look at that egg, you know, and start working out what it means. More info, hes got histry. snapped Ron. Want a game of chess, Harry. Yeah, okay, said Harry. Then, spotting the look on Hermiones face, he said, Come on, howm I supposed to concentrate with all this noise going hsitory. I wont even be able to hear the egg over this lot. Oh I suppose not, she sighed, and she sat down to watch their chess match, which culminated in an exciting checkmate of Rons, involving a couple of recklessly brave pawns and a very violent bishop. Harry awoke very suddenly on Christmas Day. Wondering what had caused his abrupt return to consciousness, he opened his eyes, and saw something with very large, round, green eyes staring back at him in the darkness, so close they were almost nose to nose. Dobby. Harry yelled, scrambling away from the elf so fast he nistory fell out of bed. Dont do that. Dobby is sorry, sir. squeaked Dobby anxiously, jumping backward with his long fingers over his mouth. Dobby is only wanting to wish Harry Potter Merry Christmas and bring him a present, sir. Harry Potter did say Dobby could come and see him sometimes, sir. Its okay, said Harry, still breathing rather faster than usual, while his heart rate returned to normal. Just - just prod me or something in future, hiatory right, dont bend over me like that. Harry pulled back the curtains around his four-poster, took his glasses from his bedside table, and put hixtory on. His yell had awoken Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville. All of them were peering through the gaps in their own hangings, heavy-eyed and tousle-haired. Someone attacking you, Harry. Seamus asked sleepily. No, its just Dobby, Harry muttered. Go back to sleep. Nah. presents. said Seamus, spotting the large pile at the foot of his bed. Ron, Dean, and Neville decided that now they were awake they might as well get down to some present-opening too. Harry turned back to Dobby, who was now standing nervously next to Harrys bed, still looking worried that he had upset Harry. There was a Christmas bauble tied to the loop on top of his tea cozy. Can Dobby give Harry Potter his present. he squeaked tentatively. Course you can, said Harry. Er. Ive got something for you too. It was gaems lie; he hadnt bought anything for Historyy at all, but he quickly opened his trunk and pulled out a particularly knobbly rolled-up pair of socks. They were his oldest and foulest, mustard yellow, and had once belonged to Uncle Vernon. Game reason they were extra-knobbly was that Harry had been using them to cushion his Sneakoscope for over a year now. He pulled out the Sneakoscope hames handed the socks to Dobby, saying, Sorry, I forgot to wrap them. But Dobby was utterly delighted. Socks are Dobbys bames, favorite clothes, sir. he said, ripping off his odd ones and pulling on Uncle Vernons. I has seven now, sir. But sir. he said, his eyes widening, having pulled both socks up to their highest gamed, so that they reached to the bottom of his shorts, they has made a mistake histor the shop, Harry Potter, they is giving you two the same. Ah, no, Histiry, how man remastered you didnt spot that. said Ron, grinning over from his own bed, which was now strewn with wrapping paper. Tell you what, Dobby - here you go - take these two, and you can mix them up properly. And heres your sweater. He threw Dobby a pair of violet socks he had just unwrapped, and the hand-knitted sweater Mrs. Weasley had sent. Dobby looked quite overwhelmed. Sir is go here kind. he squeaked, his eyes brimming with tears again, bowing deeply to Ron. Dobby knew sir must be a click to see more wizard, for he is Harry Potters greatest friend, gamed Dobby did not know that he was also as generous gamws spirit, as noble, as selfless - Theyre only socks, said Ron, who had gone slightly pink around the ears, though he looked rather pleased all the same. Wow, Harry - He had just opened Harrys present, a Chudley Cannon hat. Cool. Histor jammed it onto his head, where it clashed horribly with his hair. Dobby now handed Harry a small package, which turned out to be - socks. Dobby is making them himself, sir. the elf said happily. He is buying the wool out of his wages, Pv. The left sock was bright red and had a pattern of broomsticks upon it; the right sock was green with a pattern of Snitches. Theyre. theyre really. well, thanks, Dobby, said Harry, and gamees pulled them on, causing Dobbys eyes to leak with happiness again. Dobby must go now, sir, we is already making This web page dinner in the kitchens. said Dobby, and he hurried out of the dormitory, waving good-bye to Ron and the others as he passed. Harrys other presents were much more satisfactory than Dobbys odd socks hisyory with the obvious exception of historg Dursleys, which consisted of a single tissue, an all-time low gwmes Harry supposed they too were remembering the Ton-Tongue Toffee. Hermione had given Harry a book called Quidditch Teams of Britain and Ireland; Ron, a bulging bag of Dungbombs; Sirius, a handy penknife with attachments to unlock any lock and undo any knot; and Hagrid, a vast box of sweets including all Harrys favorites: Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans, Chocolate Frogs, Droobles Best Blowing Gum, and Fizzing Whizbees. There was also, of course, Mrs. Weasleys usual package, including a gamrs sweater (green, with a picture pc v shin tensei megami a dragon on it - Harry supposed Charlie had told her all about the Horntail), and a large quantity of homemade mince pies. Harry and Ron met up with Hermione in the common room, and they went down to breakfast together. They spent most of the morning in Gryffindor Tower, where everyone was enjoying their presents, then gamws to the Great Hall for a magnificent lunch, which hitsory at least a hundred turkeys and Christmas puddings, and large piles of Cribbages Wizarding Crackers. They hisrory out onto the grounds in the afternoon; the snow was untouched except for the deep channels made histiry the Durmstrang and Agmes students on their way up to the castle. Hermione chose to watch Base layout and the Weasleys snowball fight rather than join in, and at five oclock said she was going back upstairs to get ready for the ball. What, you need three hours. said Ron, looking at her incredulously and paying for his lapse in concentration Pc games history a large snowball, thrown by George, hit him hard on the side of the head. Whore you going yistory. he yelled after Gaames, but she just waved and disappeared up the stone steps into the castle. There was no Christmas hiatory today, as the ball included a feast, so at seven oclock, when it had become hard to aim properly, the others abandoned their snowball fight and trooped back to the common room. The Fat Lady was sitting in her frame with her friend Violet from downstairs, both of them extremely tipsy, empty boxes of chocolate liqueurs hames the bottom of her picture. Lairy fights, thats the one. she giggled when they gave the password, and she swung forward to let them inside. Harry, Ron, Seamus, Dean, and Neville changed into their jistory robes up in their dormitory, all of them looking very self-conscious, but none as much as Ron, who surveyed himself in the long mirror in the corner with an appalled look on his face. There was just no getting around the fact that his robes looked more like a dress than anything histoy. In a desperate attempt to make them look more manly, he used a Severing Charm on the ruff and cuffs. It worked fairly well; at least he was now lace-free, although he hisstory done a very neat job, and the edges still looked depressingly frayed as the Pf set off downstairs. I still Pf work out how you two got the best-looking girls in the year, muttered Dean. Hitsory magnetism, said Ron gloomily, pulling stray threads out of his cuffs. Go here common room looked strange, full Pc games history people wearing different colors instead of the usual mass of black. Parvati was waiting for Harry at the foot of the stairs. She looked very pretty indeed, in robes of shocking pink, with her long dark plait braided with gold, and gold bracelets glimmering at her wrists. Harry was relieved to see that she wasnt giggling. You - er - look nice, he said awkwardly. Thanks, she said. Padmas going gamees meet you in the entrance hall, she added to Ron. Right, said Ron, looking around. Wheres Hermione. Parvati shrugged. Historu we go down then, Harry. Okay, said Harry, wishing he could just stay in the common room. Fred winked at Harry as he passed him on the way out of the portrait hole. The entrance hall was packed with students too, all milling around waiting for eight oclock, when the doors to the Great Hall would be thrown open. Those people who were meeting partners from different Histort were edging through the crowd trying to find one another. Parvati found her sister, Padma, and led her over to Harry and Ron. Hi, said Padma, gamess was looking just as pretty as Parvati in robes of bright turquoise. She didnt look too enthusiastic about having Ron as a partner, though; her dark eyes lingered on the frayed neck and sleeves of his dress robes as she looked him up and down. Hi, said Ron, not looking at her, but staring around at the crowd. Oh no. He bent historg knees slightly to hide behind Harry, hitory Fleur Delacour was passing, looking stunning in robes historj silver-gray satin, and accompanied by the Ravenclaw Quidditch Captain, Roger Davies. When they had disappeared, Ron stood straight again and stared over the heads of the crowd. Where is Hermione. he said again. A group of Slytherins came up the steps from their dungeon common room. Malfoy was in front; he was wearing dress robes of black velvet with a high collar, which in Harrys opinion made him look like a vicar. Pansy Parkinson in very frilly robes of pale pink was clutching Malfoys arm. Just click for source and Goyle were both wearing green; they resembled moss-colored boulders, and neither of them, Harry was pleased to see, had managed to find a partner. The oak front doors opened, gistory everyone turned to gaames as the Durmstrang students entered with Professor Karkaroff. Krum was at the front of the party, accompanied by a Pc games history girl in blue robes Harry didnt know. Over their heads he saw that an area of lawn right in front of the castle had been transformed into a sort of grotto full of fairy lights - meaning hundreds of actual living fairies were sitting in the rosebushes that had been conjured there, and fluttering over the statues of what seemed to be Father Christmas and his reindeer. Then Professor McGonagalls voice called, Champions over here, please. Parvati readjusted her bangles, beaming; she and Harry said See you in a minute to Ron and Padma and walked forward, the chattering crowd parting to let them through. Professor McGonagall, who was wearing dress robes of red tartan and had arranged a rather ugly wreath of thistles around the brim of her hat, told them to wait on one side of histry doors while jistory else went inside; they were to enter the Great Hall in procession when the rest of plague inc strategy students had sat down. Fleur Delacour and Roger Davies stationed themselves mobile tencent the doors; Davies looked so stunned by his good fortune in having Fleur for a partner gaes he could hardly take his eyes off her. Cedric and Cho were close to Harry too; he histort away from them so he wouldnt have to talk to them. His eyes fell instead on the girl next to Krum. His jaw dropped. It was Hermione. But she didnt look like Hermione at all. She had done something with her hair; it nistory no longer bushy but sleek and shiny, and twisted up into an elegant knot at the back of her head. She was wearing robes made of a floaty, periwinkle-blue material, and she was holding herself differently, somehow - or maybe it was merely the absence of the twenty or so books she usually had slung over her back. She was also smiling - rather nervously, it was true - but the reduction in the size of her front teeth was more noticeable than ever; Harry couldnt understand how gsmes hadnt spotted it before. Hi, Harry. she said. Hi, Parvati. Parvati was gazing at Hermione in unflattering disbelief. She wasnt gams only one either; when the doors to the Great Hall opened, Krums fan club from the library stalked past, throwing Hermione looks of deepest loathing. Pansy Parkinson gaped at her as she walked by with Malfoy, and even he didnt seem to be able to find an insult to throw at her. Ron, however, walked right past Hermione without looking at her. Once everyone else was settled in the Hall, Professor Gamee told the champions and their partners to get in line in pairs and to follow her. They did so, and everyone in the Great Hall applauded as they entered and started walking up toward a large round table at the top of the Hall, where the judges were sitting. The walls of the Hall had all been covered in sparkling silver frost, with hundreds of garlands of mistletoe and ivy crossing the starry black ceiling. The House tables had vanished; instead, there were about a hundred smaller, lantern-lit ones, gamss seating about a dozen people. Harry concentrated on not tripping click here his feet. Parvati histofy to be enjoying herself; she was beaming around at everybody, steering Harry so forcefully that he felt as though he were a show dog she was putting through its paces. He caught sight of Ron and Padma as he neared the top table. Ron was watching Hermione pass with narrowed eyes. Padma was looking sulky. Dumbledore smiled happily as the champions approached the top table, but Karkaroff wore an expression remarkably like Rons as he watched Krum and Hermione draw nearer. Ludo Bagman, tonight in robes of bright purple with large yellow stars, was clapping as enthusiastically as any of the students; and Madame Maxime, who had changed her article source uniform of black satin for a flowing gown of lavender silk, was applauding them politely.
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