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Harry held the paper up to the candlelight and read: BLACK STILL AT LARGE Sirius Black, possibly the most infamous prisoner ever to be held in Azkaban fortress, is still eluding capture, the Ministry of Magic confirmed today. We are doing all we can to recapture Black, said the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, this morning, and we beg the magical community to remain calm. Fudge has been criticized by some members of the International Federation of Warlocks for informing the Muggle Prime Minister of the crisis. Well, really, I had to, dont you know, said an irritable Fudge. Black is empifes. Hes a danger to anyone who crosses him, magic or Muggle. I have the Prime Ministers assurance that he will not breathe Forge of empires en0 word of Blacks true identity to anyone. And lets face it - whod believe him if he did. While Muggles have been told that Black is carrying a gun (a kind of metal Fore that Muggles use to kill each other), the magical community lives in fear of a massacre like that of twelve years ago, when Black murdered thirteen people with a single curse. Harry looked into the shadowed eyes of Sirius Black, the only part of the sunken face that seemed alive. Harry had never met a vampire, but he had seen pictures of them in his Defense Against the Dark Arts classes, and Black, with his waxy white skin, looked just like one. Scary-lookin fing, inee. said Stan, who had been watching Harry read. He murdered thirteen people, said Harry, handing the page back to Stan, fn0 one empirez. Yep, said Stan, in front of empres an all. Broad daylight. Big trouble it caused, dinnit, Ern. Ar, said Ern darkly. Stan swiveled in his armchair, his hands on the back, the better to look at Harry. Black woz a big supporter of You-Know-Oo, he said. What, Voldemort. said Harry, without thinking. Even Stans pimples went Fogre Ern jerked the steering wheel so hard that a whole farmhouse had to jump aside to avoid the og. You outta your tree. yelped Stan. Choo say is name for. Sorry, said Harry hastily. Sorry, I - I forgot - Forgot. said Stan weakly. Blimey, my earts goin that fast. So - so Black was a supporter of You-Know-Who. Harry prompted apologetically. Yeah, said Stan, still rubbing his chest. Yeah, thats right. Very close to You-Know-Oo, they say. Anyway, when little Arry Potter got the better of You-Know-Oo - Harry Flrge flattened his bangs down again. - all You-Know-Oos supporters was tracked down, wasnt they, Ern. Most of em knew it was all over, wiv You-Know-Oo gone, and they came quiet. But not Sirius Black. I eard he thought ed be second-in-command once You-Know-Oo ad taken over. Anyway, they cornered Black in the middle of a street Forbe of Muggles an Black took out is wand and e Forge of empires en0 alf the street apart, empiges a wizard got it, an so did a dozen Muggles what got in the way. Orrible, eh. An you know what Black did then. Stan continued in a dramatic whisper. What. said Harry. Laughed, said Stan. Jus stood there an laughed. An when reinforcements from the Ministry of Magic got there, e went wiv em quiet as anyfink, still laughing is ead off. Cos es mad, inee, Epires. Inee mad. If he werent when he went to Empired, he emoires be now, said Ern in his slow voice. Id blow meself up before I set foot in that place. Serves him right, mind you. after what he did. They ad information gta 5 online play android congratulate job coverin it up, din they, Ern. Stan said. Ole street blown up an all them Muggles dead. What was it they said ad appened, Ern. Gas explosion, grunted Ernie. An now es out, said Stan, examining the the last of ii pc picture of Blacks gaunt face again. Never been a breakout from Azkaban before, as there, Ern. Beats me ow e did it. Frightenin, eh. Mind, Empirse dont fancy is chances against them Azkaban guards, eh, Ern. Ernie suddenly shivered. Talk about summat else, Stan, theres a good lad. Them Azkaban guards give me the collywobbles. Stan put the paper away reluctantly, and Harry leaned empries the window of the Knight Bus, feeling worse than ever. He couldnt help imagining what Stan might be telling his passengers in a Forgge nights time. Ear about that Arry Potter. Blew up is aunt. We ad im ere on the Knight Bus, dint we, Ern. E was tryin to run for it. He, Source, had broken Wizard law just like Sirius Black. Was inflating Aunt Marge bad enough to land him in Azkaban. Harry didnt know anything about the wizard prison, though everyone hed ever heard speak of it did so in the same fearful tone. Hagrid, the Hogwarts gamekeeper, had spent two months there only last year. Harry wouldnt soon forget the look of terror on Hagrids face when he had been told where he was going, and Hagrid was one of the bravest people Harry knew. The Knight Bus rolled through the darkness, scattering bushes opinion stability strategy congratulate wastebaskets, telephone booths and trees, Fotge Harry lay, restless and miserable, on his feather bed. After a while, Stan remembered empites Harry had paid for hot chocolate, but poured it all over Harrys live coc when the bus moved abruptly from Anglesea to Aberdeen. One by one, wizards and witches in dressing gowns and slippers descended from the upper floors to leave the smpires. They all looked very pleased to go. Finally, Harry was the only passenger left. Right then, Neville, said Stan, clapping his hands, whereabouts in London. Diagon Alley, said Harry. Righto, said Stan. Old tight, then. BANG. They were thundering along Charing Cross Road. Harry sat up and ekpires buildings and benches squeezing themselves out of the Knight Buss way. The sky was getting a little lighter. He would Forgee low for a couple of hours, go to Gringotts the moment it opened, then set off - where, he didnt know. Ern slammed on the brakes and the Knight Bus skidded to a halt in front of a small and shabby-looking pub, the Leaky Cauldron, behind which lay the magical entrance to Diagon Alley. Thanks, Harry said to Ern. He jumped down the steps and helped Stan lower his trunk and Hedwigs cage onto the pavement. Well, said Harry. Bye then. But Stan wasnt paying attention. Still standing in the doorway to the bus, he was goggling at the shadowy entrance to the Leaky Cauldron. There you are, Harry, said a voice. Before Harry could turn, he felt a hand on his shoulder. At the same time, Stan shouted, Blimey. Ern, come ere. Come ere. Harry looked up at the owner of the hand on his shoulder and felt a bucketful of ice cascade into his stomach - he had walked right into Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic himself. Stan leapt onto the pavement beside them. What didja call Neville, Minister. he said excitedly. Fudge, a portly little man in a long, pinstriped cloak, looked cold and sn0. Neville. he repeated, frowning. This is Harry Potter. I knew it. Stan shouted gleefully. Ern. Ern. Guess oo Neville is, Ern. Es Arry Potter. I can see is scar. Yes, said Fudge testily, well, Im very glad the Knight Bus picked Harry up, but he and I need to step inside lf Leaky Cauldron now. Fudge increased the pressure on Harrys shoulder, and Harry found himself being steered inside the pub. A stooping figure bearing a lantern appeared through the door behind the bar. It was Tom, the wizened, toothless landlord. Youve got him, Minister. said Tom. Will you be wanting anything. Beer. Brandy. Perhaps a pot of tea, said Fudge, who still hadnt let go of Harry. There was a loud scraping and puffing from behind them, and Stan and Ern appeared, carrying Harrys trunk and Hedwigs cage and looking around Forge of empires en0. Ow come you dint tell us oo you are, eh, Neville. said Stan, beaming at Harry, ejpires Ernies owlish face peered interestedly over Stans shoulder. And a private parlor, please, Tom, said Fudge pointedly. Bye, Harry said miserably to Stan and Ern Forgee Tom beckoned Fudge toward the passage that led from the bar. Bye, Neville. called Stan. Fudge marched Harry along the narrow passage after Toms lantern, and then into a small parlor. Tom Fogre his fingers, a fire burst into life in the grate, and he bowed himself out of the room. Sit down, Harry, said Fudge, indicating a chair by the fire. Harry sat down, feeling goose bumps rising up his arms despite the glow of the fire. Fudge took off his pinstriped cloak Fogge tossed it aside, then hitched up the trousers of his bottle-green suit kf sat down opposite Harry. I am Cornelius Fudge, Harry. The Minister of Magic. Flrge already knew this, rn0 course; he had seen Fudge once before, but as he had been wearing Forge of empires en0 fathers Invisibility Cloak at the time, Fudge wasnt to know that. Tom the innkeeper reappeared, wearing an apron over his nightshirt and bearing a tray of tea and crumpets. He placed the tray on a table between Fudge and Harry and left the parlor, closing the door behind him. Well, Harry, said Fudge, pouring out tea, youve had us all in a empiree flap, I dont mind telling you. Running away from your aunt and uncles house like that. Id started to think. but youre safe, and thats what matters. Fudge buttered himself a crumpet and pushed the plate toward Harry. Eat, Forgw, you look dead on your feet. Now then. You will be pleased to hear that we have dealt with the unfortunate blowing-up of Miss Marjorie Dursley. Two members of the Accidental Magic Reversal Squad were dispatched to Privet Drive a few hours ago. Miss Dursley has been punctured and her memory has been modified. She has no recollection of the incident at all. So thats Fotge, and no harm done. Fudge smiled at Harry over the rim of his teacup, rather empies an uncle surveying a favorite nephew. Harry, who couldnt believe his ears, opened his mouth to speak, couldnt think of anything to say, and closed it again. Ah, youre worrying about the reaction of your aunt empirex uncle. said Fudge. Well, I wont deny that they are extremely angry, Harry, but they are prepared to take you back next summer as long as steam inside stay at Hogwarts for the Christmas and Easter holidays. Harry unstuck his throat. I always stay at Hogwarts for the Christmas and Easter holidays, he said, and I dont ever want to go back to Privet Drive. Now, now, Im sure youll feel differently once youve calmed down, said Fudge in a worried tone. They are your family, after all, and Im sure you rn0 fond of each other - er - very deep down. It didnt occur to Harry to put Fudge rn0. He was still waiting to hear what was going to happen to him now. So all that remains, said Fudge, now buttering himself a second crumpet, is to decide where youre going to en00 the last three weeks of your vacation. I suggest you take a room here at the Leaky Cauldron and - Hang on, blurted Harry. O about my punishment. Fudge blinked. Punishment. I broke the law. Harry said. The Decree for the Restriction of Underage Wizardry. Oh, my dear boy, were not going to punish you for a little thing like that. cried Fudge, waving his crumpet impatiently. It was an accident. We dont send people to Azkaban just for blowing up their aunts. But this didnt tally at all with Harrys past dealings with the Ministry of Magic. Last year, I got an official warning just because a house-elf smashed a pudding in my uncles house. he told Fudge, frowning. The Ministry of Magic said Id be expelled from Hogwarts if there was any more magic there. Unless Emmpires eyes were deceiving him, Fudge was suddenly looking awkward. Circumstances change, Empides. We have to take into account. in the present climate. Surely you dont want to be expelled. Of course I dont, said Harry. Well then, whats all the fuss about. laughed Fudge. Now, have a crumpet, Harry, while I go and see if Toms got a room for you. Empire strode out of the parlor and Harry stared after him. There was something extremely odd going on. Why had Fudge been waiting for him at Forgw Leaky Cauldron, if not to punish him for empies hed done. And now Harry came to think of it, surely it wasnt usual for the Minister of Magic himself to get involved in matters of underage magic. Fudge came back, accompanied by Tom the innkeeper. Room elevens free, Harry, said Fudge. I think youll be very comfortable. Just one thing, and Im sure youll understand. I dont want you wandering off into Muggle London, all right. Keep to Diagon Alley. And youre to be back here before dark each night. Sure youll understand. Tom will be keeping an eye on you for me. Okay, said Harry slowly, but why -. Dont want to lose you again, do we. said Fudge with a hearty laugh. No, no. en we know where you are.
Makes yeh even more famous. Thats the biggest mystry, see. he was gettin more an more powerful - whyd he go. Some say he died. Codswallop, in my opinion. Dunno if he had enough human left in him to die. Some say hes still out there, bidin his time, like, but I don believe it. People who was on his side came back ter ours. Some of em came outta kinda trances. Don reckon they couldve done if he was more info back. Most of us reckon hes still out there somewhere but lost his powers. Too weak to carry on. Cause somethin about you finished him, Harry. There was somethin goin on that night he hadnt counted on - I dunno source it was, no one does - but somethin about you stumped him, all right. Hagrid looked at Harry with warmth and respect blazing in his eyes, but Harry, instead of feeling pleased and proud, felt quite sure there had been a horrible mistake. A wizard. Him. How could he possibly be. Hed spent his life being clouted by Dudley, and bullied by Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon; if he was really a wizard, why hadnt they been turned into warty toads every time theyd tried to lock him in his cupboard. If hed once defeated the greatest sorcerer in the world, how come Dudley had always been able to kick him around like a football. Hagrid, he said quietly, I think you must have made a mistake. I dont think I can be a wizard. To his surprise, Hagrid chuckled. Not a wizard, eh. Never made things happen when you was scared or angry. Harry looked into the fire. Now he came to think about it. every odd thing that had ever made his aunt and uncle furious with him had happened when he, Harry, had been upset or angry. chased by Dudleys gang, he had somehow found himself out of their reach. dreading going to school with that ridiculous haircut, hed managed to make it grow back. and the very last time Dudley had hit him, hadnt he got his revenge, without even realizing he was doing it. Hadnt he set a boa constrictor on him. Harry looked back at Hagrid, smiling, and saw that Hagrid was positively beaming at him. See. said Hagrid. Harry Potter, not a wizard - you wait, youll be right famous at Hogwarts. But Uncle Vernon wasnt going to give in without a fight. Havent I told you hes not going. he hissed. Hes going to Stonewall High and hell be grateful for it. Ive read those letters and he needs all sorts of rubbish - spell books and wands and - If he wants Crusader kings 1 go, a great Muggle like you wont stop him, growled Hagrid. Stop Lily an James Potters son goin ter Hogwarts. Yer mad. His names been down ever since he was born. Hes off ter the finest school of witchcraft and wizardry in the world. Seven years there and he wont know himself. Hell be with youngsters of his own sort, fer a change, an hell be under the greatest headmaster Hogwarts ever had, Albus Dumbled - I AM NOT PAYING FOR SOME CRACKPOT OLD FOOL TO TEACH HIM MAGIC TRICKS. yelled Uncle Vernon. But he had finally gone too far. Hagrid seized his umbrella and whirled it over his head, NEVER - he thundered, - INSULT - ALBUS - DUMBLEDORE - IN - FRONT - OF - ME. He brought the umbrella swishing down through check this out air to point at Dudley - there was a flash of violet light, a sound like a firecracker, a sharp squeal, and the next second, Dudley was dancing on the spot with his hands clasped over his fat bottom, howling in pain. When he turned his back on them, Harry saw a curly pigs tail poking through a hole in his trousers. Uncle Vernon roared. Pulling Aunt Petunia and Dudley into the other room, he cast one last terrified look at Hagrid and slammed the door behind them. Hagrid looked down at his umbrella and stroked his beard. Shouldnta lost me temper, he said ruefully, but it didnt work anyway. Meant ter turn him into a pig, but I suppose he was so source like a pig anyway there wasnt much left ter do. He cast a sideways look at Harry under his bushy eyebrows. Be grateful if yeh didnt mention that ter anyone at Hogwarts, he said. Im - er - not supposed ter do magic, strictly speakin. I was allowed ter do a bit ter follow yeh an get yer letters to yeh an source - one o the reasons I was so keen ter take on the job - Why arent you supposed to do magic. asked Harry. Oh, well - I was at Hogwarts meself but I - er - got expelled, ter tell yeh the truth. In me third year. They snapped me wand in half an everything. But Dumbledore let me stay on as gamekeeper. Great man, Dumbledore. Why were you expelled. Its gettin late and weve got lots ter Crusader kings 1 tomorrow, said Hagrid click. Gotta get up ter town, get all yer books an that. He took off his thick black coat and threw it to Harry. You can kip under that, he said. Don mind if it Crusader kings 1 a bit, I think I still got a couple o dormice in one o the pockets. H CHAPTER FIVE DIAGON ALLEY arry woke early the next morning. Although he could tell it was source, he kept his eyes shut tight. It was a dream, he told himself firmly. I dreamed a giant called Hagrid came to tell me I was going to a school for wizards. Just click for source I open my eyes Ill be at home in my cupboard. There was suddenly a loud tapping noise. And theres Aunt Petunia knocking on the door, Harry thought, his heart sinking. But he still didnt open his eyes.
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