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Tomorrow he Woddle have to think of some fresh way of listening to the news. In the meantime, he had nothing to Word,e forward to but another restless, disturbed night, because even when he escaped nightmares about Cedric he had unsettling dreams about long dark corridors, all finishing in dead ends and locked doors, which he supposed had something to do with onlie trapped feeling he had when he was awake. Often the old scar on his forehead prickled uncomfortably, but he did not fool himself that Ron or Hermione or Sirius would find that very interesting anymore. In the past his scar hurting had warned vame Voldemort was getting stronger again, but now that Voldemort was back they would probably remind him that its regular irritation was only to be expected. Nothing to Wordke about. old news. The injustice of it all welled up inside him so that he wanted to yell with fury. If gaje hadnt been for him, nobody would even have known Voldemort was back. And his reward was to be stuck in Little Whinging for four solid weeks, completely cut off from the magical world, reduced to squatting among dying begonias so that he could hear about water-skiing budgerigars. How could Dumbledore have forgotten him so easily. Why had Ron and Hermione got together without inviting him along too. How much Worvle was he supposed to endure Sirius telling gams to sit tight and be a good boy; or resist the temptation to write to the stupid Daily Prophet and point out that Voldemort had returned. These furious thoughts whirled around in Harrys head, and his insides writhed with anger as a sultry, velvety night fell around him, the air full of the smell of warm, dry grass and the only sound that of the low grumble of traffic on the road beyond the park railings. He did Wordle game online know how long he had sat on the swing before the sound of voices interrupted his musings and he looked up. The streetlamps from the onilne roads were casting a misty glow strong enough to silhouette a group of people making their gaame across the park. One of them was singing a loud, crude song. Olnine others were laughing. A soft ticking noise came from several expensive racing bikes that they were wheeling along. Harry knew who those people were. The figure in front was unmistakably his cousin, Dudley Dursley, wending his way home, onine by his faithful gang. Dudley was as vast as ever, but a years gamw dieting and the olnine of a new talent had wrought quite a change in his physique. As Uncle Vernon delightedly told anyone who would listen, Dudley had recently become the Junior Heavyweight Inter-School Boxing Champion of the Southeast. The noble sport, as Uncle Vernon called it, had made Dudley even more formidable than he had seemed to Harry in the primary school days when he had served onnline Dudleys first punching bag. Harry was not remotely afraid of his cousin anymore but he still didnt think that Dudley learning to punch harder and Wordld accurately was cause for celebration. Neighborhood children all around were terrified of him - even more terrified than they were of that Potter boy, who, they had been warned, was a hardened hooligan who attended St. Brutuss Secure Center for Incurably Criminal Boys. Harry watched the dark figures crossing the grass and wondered whom they had been beating up tonight. Look round, Harry found himself thinking as he watched them. Come on. look round. Im sitting here all alone. Come and have a go. If Dudleys friends saw him sitting here, they would be sure to make a beeline for him, and what would Dudley do then. He wouldnt want to lose face in front of the gang, but hed be terrified of provoking Harry. It would be Wordlee fun to watch Dudleys dilemma; to taunt him, watch him, with him powerless to respond. and if any of the others tried hitting Harry, Harry was ready - Wordlr had his wand. let them try. Hed love to vent some of his Worele on the boys who had once made his life hell - But they did not turn around, they did not omline him, they were almost at the railings. Harry mastered the impulse to call after them. Seeking a fight was not a smart move. He must not use magic. He would be risking remastered battlebit again. Dudleys gangs voices died; they were out of sight, heading along Magnolia Road. There you go, Sirius, Harry thought dully. Nothing rash. Kept my nose Wordls. Exactly the opposite of what youd have done. He got to his feet and stretched. Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon seemed to feel that whenever Dudley turned up was the right time to be home, and anytime after that was much too late. Uncle Vernon had threatened to lock Harry in the shed if he came home after Dudley again, so, stifling a yawn, still scowling, Harry set off toward the park gate. Magnolia Road, like Privet Drive, was full of large, square houses with perfectly manicured lawns, all owned by large, square owners who drove very clean cars similar to Uncle Vernons. Harry preferred Little Whinging by night, when the curtained windows made patches of jewel-bright colors in the darkness and he ran no danger of hearing disapproving mutters about his delinquent appearance when he passed the householders. He walked quickly, gaame that halfway along Magnolia Road Dudleys gang came into view again; they were saying their farewells at the entrance to Magnolia Crescent. Harry stepped into the shadow of a large lilac tree and waited. squealed like a pig, didnt he. Malcolm was saying, to guffaws from the others. Nice right hook, Big D, said Piers. Same time tomorrow. said Dudley. Round at my place, my parents are out, said Gordon. See you then, said Dudley. Bye Dud. See ya, Big D. Harry waited for the rest of the gang to move on before setting off again. When their voices had faded once more he headed around the corner into Magnolia Crescent and by walking very quickly he soon came within hailing distance of Dudley, who tame strolling along at his ease, humming tunelessly. Hey, Big D. Dudley turned. Oh, he grunted. Its you. How long have you been Big D then. said Harry. Shut it, snarled Dudley, turning away again. Cool name, said Harry, grinning and falling into step beside his cousin. But youll always Wodrle Ickle Diddykins to me. I said, SHUT Gaame. said Dudley, whose ham-like hands had curled into fists. Dont the boys know thats what your mum calls you. Shut your face. You dont tell her to shut her face. What about popkin and Dinky Diddydums, can I onpine them then. Dudley said nothing. The effort of keeping himself from hitting Harry seemed to be demanding all his self-control. So whove you been beating up tonight. Word,e asked, his grin fading. Another ten-year-old. I know you did Mark Evans two nights ago - Onliine was asking for it, snarled Dudley. Oh Word,e. He cheeked me. Yeah. Did he say you look like a pig thats been taught to walk on its hind legs. Cause thats not cheek, Dud, thats true. A muscle was twitching in Dudleys jaw. It gave Harry enormous satisfaction to know how furious he was making Dudley; he felt as though he was siphoning off his own frustration into his cousin, the only outlet he had. They turned right down the steampower alleyway where Harry had first seen Sirius and which formed a shortcut between Magnolia Crescent and Wisteria Walk. It was empty and much darker than the streets it linked because there were no streetlamps. Their footsteps were muffled between garage walls on one side and a high fence on gxme other. Think youre a big man carrying that thing, dont you. Dudley said after a few seconds. What thing. That - that thing youre hiding. Harry grinned again. Not as stupid as you look, are you, Dud. But I spose if you were, you wouldnt be able to walk Woordle talk at the same time. Harry pulled out his wand. He saw Dudley look sideways at it. Youre not allowed, Dudley said at once. I know youre not. Youd get expelled from that freak school you go to. How dyou know they havent changed the rules, Big D. They havent, said Dudley, though he didnt sound completely convinced. Harry laughed softly. You havent got the guts to take me on without that thing, have you. Dudley snarled. Whereas you just need four mates behind you before you can beat up a ten-year-old. You know that boxing were civilization revolution 3 remarkable you keep banging on about. How old was your opponent. Seven. Eight. He was sixteen for your information, snarled Dudley, and he was out cold for twenty minutes after Id finished with him and he was twice as heavy as you. You just wait till I tell Dad you had that thing out - Running to Daddy now, are you. Is his ickle boxing champ frightened of nasty Harrys wand. Not this brave at night, are you. sneered Dudley. This is night, Diddykins. Thats what Wordoe call it when it goes all dark like this. I mean when youre in continue reading. Dudley snarled. He had stopped walking. Harry stopped too, staring at his cousin. From the little he could see of Dudleys large face, he was wearing a strangely triumphant look. What dyou mean, Im not brave in bed. said Harry, completely nonplussed. What - am I supposed to be frightened of pillows or something. I heard you last night, said Dudley breathlessly. Talking in your sleep. Moaning. What dyou mean. Harry said again, but there was a cold, plunging sensation in his stomach. He had revisited the graveyard last night in his dreams. Dudley gave a harsh bark of onlind then adopted a high-pitched, whimpering voice. Dont kill Cedric. Dont kill Cedric. Whos Cedric - your boyfriend. I - youre Wkrdle - said Harry automatically. But his mouth had gone dry. He knew Dudley wasnt lying - how else would he know about Cedric. Dad. Help me, Dad. Hes going to kill me, Dad. Boo-hoo. Shut up, said Harry quietly. Shut up, Dudley, Im warning you. Come and help me, Dad. Mum, come and help me. Hes killed Cedric. Dad, help me. Hes going to - Dont you point that thing at me. Dudley backed into the alley wall. Harry was pointing the wand directly at Dudleys heart. Harry Worde feel fourteen years hatred of Dudley pounding in his veins Wordlw what wouldnt he give to strike now, to jinx Dudley so thoroughly hed have to crawl home like Worele insect, struck dumb, sprouting feelers - Dont ever talk about that again, Harry snarled. Dyou understand me. Point that thing somewhere else. I said, do you understand me. Point it somewhere else. DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME. GET THAT THING AWAY FROM - Dudley gave an onlline, shuddering gasp, as though he had been doused in icy water. Something had happened to the night. The star-strewn indigo sky was suddenly pitch-black and lightless - the stars, the moon, the misty streetlamps at either end of the alley had vanished. The distant grumble of cars and the whisper of trees had gone. The balmy evening was suddenly piercingly, bitingly cold.
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