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Click at this page be quite glad if he has, said Luna. He isnt a very good teacher, is he. Yes, he is. said Harry, Ron, and Ginny angrily. Harry glared at Hermione; she cleared her throat and quickly said, Erm. yes. hes very good. Well, we think hes a bit of a joke in Ravenclaw, said Luna, unfazed. Youve got a rubbish sense of humor then, Ron snapped, as the wheels below them creaked into motion. Luna did not seem perturbed by Rons rudeness; on the contrary, she simply watched him for a while as though he were a mildly interesting television program. Rattling and swaying, the carriages moved in convoy up the road. When they passed between the tall stone pillars topped with winged boars on either side of the gates to the school grounds, Harry leaned forward to try and see whether there were any lights on in Hagrids cabin by the Forbidden Forest, but the grounds were in complete darkness. Hogwarts Castle, however, loomed ever closer: a towering mass of turrets, jet-black against the dark sky, here and there a window blazing fiery bright above them. The carriages jingled to a halt near the stone steps leading up to the oak front doors and Harry got out of the carriage first. He turned again to look for lit windows down by the forest, but there was definitely no sign of life within Hagrids cabin. Unwillingly, because he had half hoped they would have vanished, he turned his eyes instead upon the strange, skeletal creatures standing quietly in the chill night air, their blank white eyes gleaming. Harry had once before had the experience of seeing something that Ron could not, but that had been a reflection in a mirror, something much more insubstantial than a hundred very solid-looking beasts strong enough to pull a fleet of carriages. If Luna was to be believed, the beasts had always been there but invisible; why, then, could Harry suddenly see them, and why could Ron not. Are you coming or what. said Ron beside him. Oh. yeah, said Harry quickly, and they joined the crowd hurrying up the stone steps into the castle. The entrance hall was ablaze with torches and echoing with footsteps as the students crossed the flagged stone floor for the double doors to the right, leading to the Great Hall and the start-of-term feast. The four long House tables in the Great Hall were filling up under the starless black ceiling, which was just like the sky they could glimpse through the high windows. Candles floated in midair all along the tables, illuminating the silvery ghosts who were dotted about the Hall and the faces of the students talking eagerly to one another, exchanging summer news, shouting greetings at friends from other Houses, eyeing one anothers new haircuts and robes. Again Harry noticed people putting their heads together to whisper as he passed; he gritted his teeth and tried to act as though he neither noticed nor cared. Luna drifted away from them at the Ravenclaw table. The moment they reached Gryffindors, Ginny was hailed by some fellow fourth years and left to sit with them; Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville found seats together about halfway down the table between Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor House ghost, and Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown, the last two of whom gave Harry airy, overly friendly greetings that made him quite sure they had stopped talking about him a split second before. He had more important things to worry about, however: He was looking over the students heads to the staff table that ran along the top wall of the Hall. Hes not there. Ron and Hermione scanned the staff table too, though there was no real need; Hagrids size made him instantly obvious in any lineup. He cant have left, said Ron, sounding slightly anxious. Of course he hasnt, said Harry click to see more. You dont think hes. hurt, or anything, do you. said Hermione uneasily. No, said Harry at once. But where is he, then. There was a pause, then Harry said very quietly, so that Neville, Parvati, and Lavender could not hear, Maybe hes not back yet. You know - from his mission - the thing he was doing over the summer for Dumbledore. Yeah. yeah, thatll be it, said Ron, sounding reassured, but Hermione bit her lip, looking up and down the staff table as though hoping for some conclusive explanation of Hagrids absence. Whos that. she said sharply, pointing toward the middle of the staff table. Harrys eyes followed hers. They lit first upon Professor Dumbledore, sitting in his high-backed golden chair at the center of the long staff table, wearing deep-purple robes scattered with silvery stars and a matching hat. Dumbledores head was inclined toward the woman sitting next to him, who was talking into his ear. She looked, Harry thought, like somebodys maiden aunt: squat, with short, curly, mouse-brown hair in which she had placed a horrible pink Alice band that matched the fluffy pink cardigan she wore over her robes. Read article she turned her face slightly to take a sip from her goblet and he saw, with a shock of recognition, a pallid, toadlike face and a pair of prominent, pouchy eyes. Its that Umbridge woman. Who. said Hermione. She was at my hearing, she works for Fudge. Nice cardigan, said Ron, smirking. She works for Fudge. Hermione repeated, please click for source. What on earths she doing here, then. Dunno. Hermione scanned the staff table, her eyes narrowed. No, she muttered, no, surely not. Harry did not understand what she was talking about but did not ask; his attention had just been caught by Professor Grubbly-Plank who had just appeared behind the staff table; she worked her way along to the very end and took the seat that ought to have been Hagrids. That meant that the first years must have crossed the lake and reached the castle, and sure enough, a few seconds later, the doors from the entrance hall opened. A long line of scaredlooking first years entered, led by Professor McGonagall, who was carrying a stool on which sat an ancient wizards hat, heavily patched and darned with a wide rip near the frayed brim. The buzz of talk in the Great Hall faded away. The first years lined up in front of the staff table facing the rest of the students, and Professor McGonagall placed the stool carefully in front of them, then stood back. The first years faces glowed palely in the candlelight. A small boy right in the middle of the row looked as though he was trembling. Harry recalled, fleetingly, how terrified he had felt when he had stood there, waiting for the unknown test that would determine to which House he belonged. The whole school waited with bated breath. Then the rip near the hats brim opened wide like a mouth and the Sorting Hat burst into song: In times of old when I was new And Hogwarts barely started The founders of our noble school Thought never to be parted: United by a common goal, They had the selfsame yearning, To make the worlds best magic school And pass along their learning. Together we will build and teach. The four good friends decided And never did they dream that they Might someday be divided, For were there such friends anywhere As Slytherin and Gryffindor. Unless it was the second pair Of Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw. So how could it have gone so wrong. How could such friendships fail. Why, I was there and so can tell The whole sad, sorry tale. Said Slytherin, Well teach just those Whose ancestry is purest. Said Ravenclaw, Well teach those whose Intelligence is surest. Said Gryffindor, Well teach all those With brave deeds to their name. Said Hufflepuff, Ill teach the lot, And treat them just the same. These differences caused little strife When first they came to light, For each of the four founders had A House in which they might Take only those they wanted, so, For instance, Slytherin Took only pure-blood wizards Of great cunning, just like him, And only those of sharpest mind Were taught by Ravenclaw While the bravest and the boldest Went to daring Gryffindor. Good Hufflepuff, she took the rest, And taught them all she knew, Thus the Houses and their founders Retained friendships firm and true. So Hogwarts worked in harmony For several happy years, But then discord crept among us Feeding on our faults and fears. The Houses that, like pillars four, Had once held up our school, Now turned upon each other and, Divided, sought to rule. And for a while it seemed the school Must meet an early end, What with dueling and with fighting And the clash of friend on friend And at last there came a morning When old Slytherin departed And though the fighting then died out He left us quite downhearted. And never since the founders four Were whittled down to three Have the Houses been united As they once were meant to be. And now the Sorting Hat is here And you all know the score: I sort you into Houses Because that is what Im for, But this year Ill go further, Listen closely to my song: Though condemned I am to split you Still I worry that its wrong, Though I must fulfill my duty And must quarter every year Still I wonder whether Sorting May not bring the end I fear. Oh, know the perils, read the signs, The warning history shows, For our Hogwarts is in danger From external, deadly foes And we must unite inside her Or well crumble from within. I have told you, I have warned you. Let the Sorting now begin. The hat became motionless once more; applause broke out, though it was punctured, for the first time in Harrys memory, with muttering and whispers. All across the Great Hall students were exchanging remarks with their neighbors and Harry, clapping along with everyone else, knew exactly what they were talking about. Branched out a bit this year, hasnt it. said Ron, his eyebrows raised. Too right it has, said Harry. The Sorting Hat usually confined itself to describing the different qualities looked for by each of the four Hogwarts Houses and its own role in sorting them; Harry could not remember it ever trying to give the school advice before. I wonder if its ever given warnings before. said Hermione, sounding slightly anxious. Yes, indeed, said Nearly Headless Nick knowledgeably, leaning across Neville toward her (Neville winced, it was very uncomfortable to have a ghost lean through you). The hat feels itself honor-bound to give the school due warning whenever it feels - But Professor McGonagall, who was waiting to read out the list of first years names, was giving the whispering students the sort of look that scorches. Nearly Headless Nick placed a see-through finger to his lips and sat primly upright again as the muttering came to an abrupt end. With a last frowning look that swept the four House tables, Professor McGonagall lowered her eyes to her long piece of parchment and called out, Abercrombie, Euan. The terrified-looking boy Harry had noticed earlier stumbled forward and put the hat on his head; it was only prevented from falling right down to his shoulders by his very prominent ears. The hat considered for a moment, then the rip near the brim opened again and shouted, GRYFFINDOR. Harry clapped loudly with the rest of Gryffindor House as Euan Abercrombie staggered to their table and sat down, looking as though he would like very much to sink through the floor and never be looked at again. Slowly the long line of first years thinned; in the pauses between the names and the Sorting Hats decisions, Harry could hear Rons stomach rumbling loudly. Finally, Zeller, Rose was sorted into Hufflepuff, and Professor McGonagall picked up the hat and stool and marched them away as Professor Dumbledore rose to his feet. Harry was somehow soothed to see Dumbledore standing before them all, whatever his recent bitter feelings toward his headmaster. Between the absence of Hagrid and the presence of those dragonish horses, he had felt that his return to Hogwarts, so long anticipated, was full of unexpected surprises like jarring notes in a familiar song. But this, at least, was how it was supposed to be: their headmaster rising to greet them all before the start-ofterm feast. To our newcomers, said Dumbledore in a ringing voice, his arms stretched wide and a beaming smile on his lips, welcome. To our old hands - welcome back. See more is a time for speech making, but this is not it. Tuck in. There was an appreciative laugh and an outbreak of applause as Dumbledore sat down neatly and threw his long beard over his shoulder so as to keep it out of the way of his plate - for food had appeared out of nowhere, so that the five long tables were groaning under joints and pies and dishes of vegetables, bread, sauces, and flagons of pumpkin juice. Excellent, said Ron, with a kind of groan of longing, and he seized the nearest plate of chops and began piling them onto his plate, watched wistfully by Nearly Headless Nick. What were you saying before the Sorting. Hermione asked the ghost. About the hat giving warnings. Oh yes, said Nick, who seemed similar lords mobile pc this of a reason to turn away from Ron, who was now eating roast potatoes with almost indecent enthusiasm. Yes, Yandex games have heard the hat give several warnings before, always at times when it detects periods of great danger for the school. And always, of course, its advice is the same: Stand together, be strong from within. Ow kunnit nofe skusin danger ifzat. said Ron. His mouth was so full Harry thought it was quite an achievement for him to make any noise at all. I beg your pardon. said Nearly Headless Nick politely, while Hermione looked revolted. Ron gave an enormous swallow and said, How can it know if the schools in danger if its a hat. I have no idea, said Nearly Headless Nick. Of course, it lives in Dumbledores office, so I daresay it picks things up there. And it wants all the Houses to be friends. said Harry, looking over at the Slytherin table, where Draco Malfoy was holding court. Fat chance. Well, now, you shouldnt take that attitude, said Nick reprovingly. Peaceful cooperation, thats the key. We ghosts, though we belong to separate Houses, maintain links of friendship. In spite of the competitiveness between Gryffindor and Slytherin, I would never dream of seeking an argument with the Bloody Baron. Only because youre terrified of him, said Ron. Nearly Headless Nick looked highly affronted. Terrified. I hope I, Sir Nicholas de Mimsy-Porpington, have never been guilty of cowardice in my life. The noble blood that runs in my veins - What blood. asked Ron. Surely you havent still got -. Its a figure of speech. said Nearly Headless Nick, now so annoyed his head was trembling ominously on his partially severed neck. I assume I am still allowed to enjoy the use of whichever words I like, even if the pleasures of eating and drinking are denied me. But I am quite used to students poking fun at my death, I assure you. Nick, he wasnt really laughing at you. said Hermione, throwing a furious look at Ron. Unfortunately, Rons mouth was packed to exploding point again and all he could manage was node iddum eentup sechew, which Nick did not seem to think constituted an adequate apology. Rising into the air, he straightened his feathered hat and swept away from them to the other end of the table, coming to rest between the Creevey brothers, Colin and Dennis. Well done, Ron, snapped Hermione. What. said Ron indignantly, having managed, finally, to swallow his food. Im not allowed to ask a simple question. Oh forget it, said Hermione irritably, and the pair of them spent the rest of the meal in huffy silence. Harry was too used to their bickering to bother trying to reconcile them; he felt it was a better use of his time to eat his way steadily through his steakand-kidney pie, then a large plateful of his favorite treacle tart. When all the students had finished eating and the noise level in the hall was starting to creep upward again, Dumbledore got to his feet once more. Talking ceased immediately as all turned to face the headmaster. Harry was feeling pleasantly drowsy now. His four-poster bed was waiting somewhere above, wonderfully warm and soft. Well, now that we are all digesting another magnificent feast, I beg a few moments of your attention for the usual start-of-term notices, said Dumbledore. First years ought to know that the forest in the grounds is out of bounds to students - and a few of our older students ought to know by now too. (Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged smirks. ) Mr. Filch, the caretaker, has asked me, for what he tells me is the four hundred and sixty-second time, to remind you all that magic is not permitted in corridors between classes, nor are a number of other things, all of which can be checked on the extensive list now fastened to Mr. Filchs office door. We have had two changes in staffing this year. We are very pleased to welcome aarp free Professor Grubbly-Plank, who will be taking Care of Magical Creatures lessons; we are also delighted to introduce Professor Umbridge, our new Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher. There was a round of polite but fairly unenthusiastic applause during which Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged slightly panicked looks; Dumbledore had not said for how long Grubbly-Plank would be teaching. Dumbledore continued, Tryouts for the House Quidditch teams will take place on the - He broke off, looking inquiringly at Professor Umbridge. As she was not much taller standing than sitting, there was a moment when nobody understood why Dumbledore had stopped talking, but then Professor Umbridge said, Hem, hem, and it became clear that she had got to her feet and was intending to make a speech. Dumbledore only looked taken aback for a moment, then he sat back down smartly and looked alertly at Professor Umbridge as though he desired nothing better than to listen to her talk. Other members of staff were not as adept at hiding their surprise. Professor Sprouts eyebrows had disappeared into her flyaway hair, and Professor McGonagalls mouth was as thin as Harry had ever seen it. No new teacher had ever interrupted Dumbledore before. Many of the students were smirking; this woman obviously did not know how things were done at Hogwarts. Thank you, Headmaster, Professor Umbridge simpered, for those kind words of welcome. Her voice was high-pitched, breathy, and little-girlish and again, Harry felt a powerful rush of dislike mobile crossfire he could not explain to himself; all he knew was that he loathed everything about her, from her stupid voice to her fluffy pink cardigan. She gave another little throat-clearing cough (Hem, hem) and continued: Well, it is lovely to be back at Hogwarts, I must say. She smiled, revealing very pointed teeth. And to Yandex games such happy little faces looking back at me. Harry glanced around. None of the faces he could see looked happy; on the contrary, they all looked rather taken aback at being addressed as though they were five years old. I am very much looking forward to getting to know you all, and Im sure well be very good friends. Students exchanged looks at this; some of them were barely concealing grins. Ill be her friend as long as I dont have to borrow that cardigan, Parvati whispered to Lavender, and both of them lapsed into silent giggles. Professor Umbridge cleared her throat again (Hem, hem), but when she continued, some of the breathiness had vanished from her voice. She sounded much more businesslike and now her words had a dull learned-by-heart sound to them. The Ministry of Magic has always considered the education of young witches and wizards to be of vital importance. The rare gifts with which you were born may come to nothing if not nurtured and honed by careful instruction. The ancient skills unique to the Wizarding community must be passed down through the generations lest we lose them forever. The treasure trove of magical knowledge amassed by our ancestors must be guarded, replenished, and polished by those who have been called to the noble profession of teaching. Professor Umbridge paused here and made a little bow to her fellow staff members, none of whom bowed back. Professor McGonagalls dark eyebrows had contracted so that she looked positively hawklike, and Harry distinctly saw her exchange a significant glance with Professor Sprout as Umbridge gave another little Hem, hem and went on with her speech. Every headmaster and headmistress of Hogwarts has brought something new to the weighty task of governing this historic school, and that is as it should be, for without progress there will be stagnation and decay. There again, progress for progresss sake must be discouraged, for our tried and tested traditions often require no tinkering. A balance, then, between old and new, between permanence and change, between tradition and innovation. Harry found his attentiveness ebbing, as though his brain was slipping in and out of tune. The quiet that always filled the Hall when Dumbledore was speaking was breaking up as students put their heads together, whispering and giggling. Over at the Ravenclaw table, Cho Chang was chatting animatedly with her friends. A few seats along from Cho, Luna Lovegood had got out The Quibbler again. Meanwhile at the Hufflepuff table, Ernie Macmillan was one of the few still staring at Professor Umbridge, but he was glassy-eyed and Harry was sure he was only pretending to listen in an attempt to live up to the new prefects badge gleaming on his chest. Professor Umbridge did not seem to notice the restlessness of her audience. Harry had the impression that a full-scale riot could have broken out under her nose and she would have plowed on with her speech. The teachers, however, were still listening very attentively, and Hermione seemed to be drinking in every word Umbridge spoke, though judging by her expression, they were not at all to her taste. because some changes will be for the better, while others will come, in the fullness of time, to be recognized as errors of judgment. Meanwhile, some old habits will be retained, and rightly so, whereas others, outmoded and outworn, must be abandoned. Let us move forward, then, into a new era of openness, effectiveness, and accountability, intent on preserving what ought to be preserved, perfecting what needs to be perfected, and pruning wherever we find practices that ought to be prohibited. She sat down. Dumbledore clapped. The staff followed his lead, though Harry noticed that several of them brought their hands together only once or twice before stopping. A few students joined in, but most had been taken unawares by the end of the speech, not having listened to more than a few words of it, and before they could start applauding properly, Dumbledore had stood up again. Thank you very much, Professor Umbridge, that was most illuminating, he said, bowing to her. Now - as I was saying, Quidditch tryouts will be held. Yes, it certainly was illuminating, said Hermione in a low voice. Youre not telling me you enjoyed it. Ron said quietly, turning a glazed face upon Hermione. That was about the dullest speech Ive ever heard, and I grew up with Percy. I said illuminating, not enjoyable, said Hermione. It explained a lot. Did it. said Harry in surprise. Sounded like a load of waffle to me. There was some important stuff hidden in the waffle, said Hermione grimly. Was there. said Ron blankly. How about progress for progresss sake must be discouraged. How about pruning wherever we find practices that ought to be prohibited. Well, what does that mean. said Ron impatiently. Ill tell you what it means, said Hermione ominously. It means the Ministrys interfering at Hogwarts. There was a great clattering and banging all around them; Dumbledore had obviously just dismissed the school, because everyone was standing up ready to leave the Hall. Hermione jumped up, looking flustered. Ron, were supposed to show the first years where to go. Oh yeah, said Ron, who had obviously forgotten. Hey - hey you lot. Midgets. Ron. Well, they are, theyre titchy. I know, but you cant call them midgets. First years. Hermione called commandingly along the table. This way, please. A group of new students walked shyly up the gap between the Gryffindor and Hufflepuff tables, all of them trying hard not to lead the group. They did indeed seem very small; Harry was enemy unknown he had not appeared that young when he had arrived here. He grinned at them. A blond boy next to Euan Abercrombie looked petrified, nudged Euan, and whispered something in his ear. Euan Abercrombie looked equally frightened and stole a horrified look at Harry, who felt the grin slide off his face like Stinksap. See you later, he said to Ron and Hermione and he made his way out of the Great Hall alone, doing everything he could to ignore more whispering, staring, and pointing as he passed. He kept his eyes fixed ahead as he wove his way through the crowd in the entrance hall, then he hurried up the marble staircase, took a couple of concealed shortcuts, and had soon left most of the crowds behind. He had been stupid not to expect this, he thought angrily, as he walked through much emptier upstairs corridors. Of course everyone was staring at him: He had emerged from the Triwizard maze two months ago clutching the dead body of a fellow student and claiming to have seen Lord Voldemort return to power. There had not been time last term to explain himself before everyone went home, even if he had felt up to giving the whole school a detailed account of the terrible events in that graveyard. He had reached the end of the corridor to the Gryffindor common room and had come to a halt in front of the portrait of the Fat Lady before he realized that he did not know the new password. Er. he said glumly, staring up at the Fat Lady, who smoothed the folds of her pink satin dress and looked sternly back at him. No password, no entrance, she said loftily. Harry, I know it. someone panted from behind him, and he turned to see Neville jogging toward him. Guess what it is. Im actually going to be able to remember it for once - He waved the stunted little cactus he had shown them on the train. Mimbulus mimbletonia. Correct, said the Fat Lady, and her portrait swung open toward them like a door, revealing a circular hole in the wall behind, through which Harry and Neville now climbed. The Gryffindor common room looked as welcoming as ever, a cozy circular tower room full of dilapidated squashy armchairs and rickety old tables. A fire was crackling merrily in the grate and a few people were warming their hands before going up to their dormitories; on the other side of the room Fred and George Weasley were pinning something up on the notice board. Harry waved good night to them and headed straight for the door to the boys dormitories; he was not in much of a mood for talking at the moment. Neville followed him. Dean Thomas and Seamus Finnigan had reached the dormitory first and were in the process of covering the walls beside their beds with posters and photographs. They had been talking as Harry pushed open the door but stopped abruptly the moment they saw him. Harry wondered whether they had been talking about him, then whether he was being paranoid.
Good luck, Ronald. She drifted away. They had not quite recovered from the shock of Lunas hat before Angelina came hurrying toward them, accompanied by Katie and Alicia, whose eyebrows had mercifully been returned to normal by Madam Pomfrey. When youre ready, she said, were going to go straight down to the pitch, check out conditions and change. Well be there in a bit, Harry assured her. Rons just got to have some breakfast. It became clear after ten minutes, however, that Ron was not capable of eating anything more and Harry thought it best to get him down to the changing rooms. As they click from the table, Hermione got up too, and taking Harrys arm, she drew him to one side. Dont let Ron see whats on those Slytherins badges, she whispered urgently. Harry looked questioningly at her, but she shook her head warningly; Ron had just ambled over to them, looking lost and desperate. Good update 2022 summer coc, Ron, said Hermione, standing on tiptoe and kissing him on the cheek. And you, Harry - Ron seemed to come to himself slightly as they walked back across the Great Hall. He touched the spot on his face Mobile legends offline Hermione had kissed him, looking puzzled, as though he was not quite sure what had just happened. He seemed too distracted to notice much around him, but Harry cast a curious glance at the crown-shaped badges as they passed the Slytherin table, and this time he made out the words etched onto them: With an unpleasant feeling that this could mean nothing good, he hurried Ron across the entrance hall, down the stone steps, and out into the icy air. The frosty grass crunched under their feet as they hurried down the sloping lawns toward the learn more here. There was no wind at all and the sky was a uniform pearly white, which Mobile legends offline that visibility would be good without the drawback of direct sunlight in the eyes. Harry pointed out these encouraging factors to Ron for femdom pc games they walked, but he was not sure that Ron was listening. Angelina had changed already and was talking to the rest of the team when they entered. Harry and Ron pulled on their robes (Ron attempted to do his up back-to-front for several minutes before Alicia took pity on him and went to help) and then sat down to listen to the pre-match talk while the babble of voices outside grew steadily louder as the crowd came pouring out of the castle toward the pitch. Okay, Ive only just found out the final lineup for Slytherin, said Angelina, consulting a piece of parchment. Last years Beaters, Derrick and Bole, have left now, but it looks as though Montagues replaced them with the usual gorillas, rather than anyone who can fly particularly well. Theyre two blokes called Crabbe and Goyle, I dont know much about them - We do, said Harry and Ron together. Well, they dont look bright enough to tell one end of a broom from another, said Angelina, pocketing her parchment, but then I was always surprised Derrick and Bole managed to find their way onto the pitch without signposts. Crabbe and Goyle are in the same mold, Harry assured her. They could hear hundreds of footsteps mounting the banked benches of the spectators stands now. Some people were singing, though Harry could not make out the words. He was starting to feel nervous, but he knew his butterflies were as nothing to Rons, who was clutching his stomach and staring straight ahead again, his jaw set and his complexion pale gray. Its time, said Angelina in a hushed voice, looking at her watch. Cmon everyone. good luck. The team rose, shouldered their brooms, and marched in single file out of the changing room and into the dazzling sky. A roar of sound greeted here in which Harry could still hear singing, though it was muffled by the cheers and whistles. The Slytherin team were standing waiting for them. They too were wearing those silver crown-shaped badges. The new captain, Montague, was built along the same lines as Dudley, with massive forearms like hairy hams. Behind him lurked Crabbe and Goyle, almost as large, blinking stupidly, swinging their new Beaters bats. Malfoy stood to one side, the sunlight gleaming on his white-blond head. He caught Harrys eye and smirked, tapping the crown-shaped badge on his chest. Captains Mobile legends offline hands, ordered the umpire, Madam Hooch, as Angelina and Montague reached each other. Harry could tell that Montague was trying to crush Angelinas fingers, though she did not wince. Mount your brooms. Madam Hooch Mobile legends offline her whistle in her mouth and blew. The balls were released and the fourteen players shot upward; out of the corner of his eye Harry saw Ron streak off toward the goal hoops. He zoomed higher, dodging a Bludger, and set off on a wide lap of the pitch, gazing around for a glint of gold; on the other side of the stadium, Draco Malfoy was doing exactly the same. And its Johnson, Johnson with the Quaffle, what a player that girl is, Ive been saying it for years but she still wont go out with me - JORDAN. yelled Professor McGonagall. Just a fun fact, Professor, adds a bit of interest - and shes ducked Warrington, shes passed Montague, shes - ouch - been hit from behind by a Bludger from Crabbe. Montague catches the Quaffle, Montague heading back up the pitch and - nice Bludger there from George Weasley, thats a Bludger to the head for Montague, he drops the Quaffle, caught by Katie Bell, Katie Bell of Gryffindor reverse passes to Alicia Spinnet and Spinnets away - Lee Jordans commentary rang through the stadium and Harry listened as hard as go here could through the wind whistling in his ears and the din of the crowd, all yelling and booing and singing - - dodges Warrington, avoids a Bludger - close call, Alicia - and the crowd are loving this, just listen to them, whats that theyre singing. And as Lee paused to listen the song rose loud and clear from the sea of green and silver in the Slytherin section of the stands: Weasley cannot save a thing, He cannot block a single ring, Thats why Slytherins all sing: Weasley is our King. Weasley was born in a bin, He always lets the Quaffle in, Weasley will make sure we win, Weasley is our King. - and Alicia passes back to Angelina. Lee shouted, and as Harry swerved, his insides boiling at what he had just heard, he knew Lee was trying to drown out the sound of the singing. Come on now, Angelina - looks like shes got just the Keeper to beat. - SHE SHOOTS - SHE - aaaah. Bletchley, the Slytherin Keeper, click saved the goal; he threw the Quaffle to Warrington who sped off with it, zigzagging in between Alicia and Katie; the singing from below grew louder and louder as he drew nearer and nearer Ron - Weasley is our King, Weasley is our King, He always lets the Quaffle in, Weasley is our King. Harry could not help himself: Abandoning his search for the Snitch, he turned his Firebolt toward Ron, a lone figure at the far end of the pitch, hovering before the three goal hoops while the massive Warrington pelted toward him. - and its Warrington with the Quaffle, Warrington heading for goal, hes out of Bludger range with just the Keeper ahead - A great swell of song rose from the Slytherin stands below: Weasley cannot save a thing, He cannot block a single ring. - so its the first test for new Gryffindor Keeper, Weasley, brother of Beaters, Fred and George, and a promising new talent on the team - come on, Ron. But the scream of delight came from the Slytherin end: Ron had dived wildly, his arms wide, and the Quaffle had soared between them, straight through Rons central hoop. Slytherin score. came Lees voice amid the cheering and booing from the crowds below. So thats ten-nil to Slytherin - bad luck, Ron. The Slytherins sang even louder: WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN, HE ALWAYS LETS THE QUAFFLE IN learn more here. - and Gryffindor back in possession and its Katie Bell tanking up the pitch - cried Lee valiantly, though the singing was now so deafening that he could hardly make himself heard above it. WEASLEY WILL MAKE SURE WE WIN, WEASLEY IS OUR KING. Harry, WHAT ARE YOU DOING. screamed Angelina, soaring past him to keep up with Katie. GET GOING. Harry realized that he had been stationary in midair for more than a minute, watching the progress of the match without sparing a thought for the whereabouts of the Snitch; Mobile legends offline, he went into a dive and started circling the pitch again, staring around, trying to ignore the chorus now thundering through the stadium: WEASLEY IS OUR KING, WEASLEY IS OUR KING. There was no sign of the Snitch anywhere he looked; Malfoy was still circling the stadium click like Harry. They passed midway around the pitch going in opposite directions and Harry heard Malfoy singing loudly, WEASLEY WAS BORN IN A BIN. - and its Warrington again, bellowed Lee, who passes to Pucey, Puceys off past Spinnet, come on now Angelina, you can take him - turns out you cant - but nice Bludger from Fred Weasley, I mean, George Weasley, oh who cares, one of them anyway, and Warrington drops the Quaffle and Katie Bell - er - drops it too - so thats Montague with the Quaffle, Slytherin Captain Montague takes the Quaffle, and hes off up the pitch, come on now Gryffindor, block him. Harry zoomed around the end of the stadium behind the Slytherin goal hoops, willing himself not to look at what was going on at Rons end; as he sped past the Slytherin Keeper, he heard Bletchley singing along with the crowd below, WEASLEY CANNOT SAVE A THING. - and Puceys dodged Alicia again, and hes heading straight for goal, stop it, Ron. Harry did not have to look to see what had happened: There was a terrible groan from the Gryffindor end, coupled with fresh screams and applause from the Slytherins.
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