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There was only one way to get out a book from the Restricted Section: You needed a signed note of permission from a teacher. Hard to see why wed want the book, really, said Ron, if we werent going to try and make one of the potions. I think, said Hermione, that if we made it sound as though we were just interested in the theory, we might stand a chance. Oh, come on, no teachers going to fall for that, said Ron. Theyd have to be really thick. S CHAPTER TEN THE ROGUE BLUDGER ince the disastrous episode of the pixies, Professor Lockhart had not brought live creatures to class. Instead, he read passages from his books to them, and sometimes reenacted some of the more dramatic bits. He usually picked Harry to help him with these reconstructions; so far, Harry had been forced to play a simple Transylvanian villager whom Lockhart had cured of a Babbling Curse, a yeti with a head click to see more, and a vampire who had been unable to eat anything except lettuce since Lockhart had dealt with him. Harry was hauled to the front of the class during their very next Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson, this time acting a werewolf. If clash clans tesla hadnt had a very good reason for keeping Lockhart in a good mood, he would have refused to do it. Nice loud howl, Harry - exactly - and then, if youll believe it, I pounced - like this - slammed him to the floor - thus - with one hand, I managed to hold him down - with my other, I put my wand to his throat - I then click up my remaining strength and performed the immensely complex Homorphus Charm - he let out a piteous moan - go on, Harry - higher than that - good - the fur vanished - the fangs shrank - and he turned back into a man. Simple, yet effective - and another village will remember me forever as the hero who delivered them from the monthly terror of werewolf attacks. The bell rang and Lockhart got mobile bang download for ios his feet. Homework - compose a poem about my defeat of the Wagga Wagga Werewolf. Signed copies of Magical Me to the author of the best one. The class began to leave. Harry returned to the back of the room, where Ron and Hermione were waiting. Ready. Harry muttered. Wait till everyones gone, said Hermione nervously. All right. She approached Lockharts desk, a piece of paper clutched tightly in her hand, Harry and Ron right behind her. Er - Professor Lockhart. Hermione stammered. I wanted to - to get this book out of the library. Just for background reading. She held out the piece of paper, her hand shaking slightly. But the thing is, its in the Please click for source Section of the library, so I need a teacher to sign for it - Im sure it would help me understand what you say in Gadding with Ghouls about slow-acting venoms - Ah, Gadding with Ghouls. said Lockhart, taking the note from Hermione and smiling widely at her. Possibly my very favorite book. You enjoyed it. Oh, yes, said Hermione eagerly. So clever, the way you trapped that last one with the tea-strainer - Well, Im sure no one will mind me giving the best student of the year a little extra help, said Lockhart warmly, and he pulled out an enormous peacock quill. Yes, nice, isnt it. he said, misreading the revolted look on Rons face. I usually save it for book signings. He scrawled an enormous loopy signature on the note and handed it back to Hermione. So, Harry, said Lockhart, while Hermione folded the note with fumbling fingers and slipped it into her bag. Tomorrows the first Quidditch match of the season, I believe. Gryffindor against Slytherin, is it not. I hear youre a useful player. I was a Seeker, too. I was asked to try for the National Squad, but preferred to dedicate my life to the eradication of the Dark Forces. Still, if ever you feel the need for a little private training, dont hesitate to ask. Always happy to pass on my expertise to less able players. Harry made an indistinct please click for source in his throat and then hurried off after Ron and Hermione. I dont believe it, he said as the three of them examined the signature on the note. He didnt even look at the book we wanted. Thats because hes a brainless git, said Ron. But who cares, weve got what we needed - He is not a brainless git, said Hermione shrilly as they half ran toward the library. Just because he said you were the best student of the year - They dropped their voices as they entered the muffled stillness of the library. Madam Pince, the librarian, was a thin, irritable woman who looked like an underfed vulture. Moste Potente Potions. she repeated suspiciously, trying to take the note from Hermione; but Hermione wouldnt let go. I was wondering if I could keep it, she said breathlessly. Oh, come on, said Ron, wrenching it from her grasp and thrusting it at Madam Pince. Well get you another autograph. Lockhartll sign anything if it stands still long enough. Madam Pince held the note up to the light, as though determined to detect a forgery, but it passed the test. She stalked away between the lofty shelves and returned several minutes later carrying a large and moldy-looking book. Hermione put it carefully into her bag and they left, trying not to walk too quickly or look too guilty. Five minutes later, they were barricaded in Moaning Myrtles out-of-order bathroom once again. Hermione had overridden Rons objections by pointing out that it was the last place anyone in their right minds would go, so they were guaranteed some privacy. Moaning Myrtle was crying noisily in her stall, but they were ignoring her, and she them. Hermione opened Moste Potente Potions carefully, and the three of them bent over the damp-spotted pages. It was clear from a glance why it belonged in the Restricted Section. Some of the potions had effects almost too gruesome to think about, and there were some very unpleasant illustrations, which included a man who seemed to have been turned inside out and a witch sprouting several extra pairs of arms out of her head. Here it is, said Hermione excitedly as she found the page headed The Polyjuice Potion. It was decorated with drawings of people halfway through transforming into other people. Harry sincerely hoped the artist had imagined the looks of intense pain on their faces. This is the most complicated potion Ive ever seen, said Hermione as they scanned the recipe. Lacewing flies, leeches, fluxweed, and knotgrass, she murmured, running her finger down the list of ingredients. Well, theyre easy enough, theyre in the student store-cupboard, we can help ourselves. Oooh, look, powdered horn of a bicorn - dont know where were going to get that - shredded skin of a boomslang - thatll be tricky, too - and of course a bit of whoever we want to change into. Excuse me. said Ron sharply. What dyou mean, a bit of whoever were changing into. Im drinking nothing with Crabbes toenails in it - Hermione continued as though she hadnt heard him. We dont have to worry about that yet, though, because we add those bits last. Ron turned, speechless, to Harry, who had another worry. Dyou realize how much were going to have to steal, Hermione. Shredded skin of a boomslang, thats definitely not in the students cupboard. Whatre we going to do, break into Snapes private stores. I dont know if this is a good idea. Hermione shut the book with a snap. Well, if you two are going to chicken out, fine, she said. There were bright pink patches on her cheeks and Steam christmas sale eyes were brighter than usual. I dont want to break rules, you know. I think threatening Muggle-borns is far worse than brewing up a difficult potion. But if you dont want to find out if its Malfoy, Ill go straight to Madam Pince now and hand the book back in - I never thought Id see the day when youd be persuading us to break rules, said Ron. All right, well do it. But not toenails, okay. How long will it take to make, anyway. said Harry as Hermione, looking happier, opened the book again. Well, since the fluxweed has got to be picked at the full moon and the lacewings have got to be stewed for twenty-one days. Id say itd be ready in about a month, if we can get all the ingredients. A month. said Ron. Malfoy could have attacked half the Muggle-borns in the https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/android/android-fortnite.php by then. But Hermiones eyes narrowed dangerously again, and he added swiftly, But its the best plan weve got, so full steam ahead, I say. However, while Hermione was checking that the coast was clear for them to leave the bathroom, Ron muttered to Harry, Itll be a lot less hassle if you can just knock Malfoy off his broom tomorrow. Harry woke early on Saturday morning and lay for a while thinking about the coming Quidditch match. He was nervous, mainly at the thought of what Wood would say if Gryffindor lost, but also at the idea of facing a team mounted on the fastest racing brooms gold could buy. He had never wanted to beat Slytherin so badly. After half an hour of lying there with his insides churning, he got up, dressed, and went down to breakfast early, where he found the rest of the Gryffindor team huddled at the long, empty table, all looking uptight and not speaking much. As eleven oclock approached, the whole school started to make its way down to the Quidditch stadium. It was a muggy sort of day with a hint of thunder in the air. Ron and Hermione came hurrying over to wish Harry good luck as he entered the locker rooms. The team pulled on their scarlet Gryffindor robes, then sat down to listen to Woods usual pre-match pep talk. Slytherin has better brooms than us, he began. No point denying it. But weve got better people on our brooms. Weve trained harder than they have, weve been flying in all weathers - (Too true, muttered George Weasley. I havent been properly dry since August) - and were going to make them rue the day they let that little bit of slime, Malfoy, buy his way onto their team. Chest heaving with emotion, Wood turned to Harry. Itll be down to you, Harry, to show them that a Seeker has to have something more than a rich father. Get to that Snitch before Malfoy or die trying, Harry, because weve got to win today, weve got to. So no pressure, Harry, said Fred, winking at him. As they walked out onto the pitch, a roar of noise greeted them; mainly cheers, because Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were anxious to see Slytherin beaten, but the Slytherins in the crowd made their boos and hisses heard, too. Madam Hooch, the Quidditch teacher, asked Flint and Wood to shake hands, which they did, giving each other threatening stares and gripping rather harder than was necessary. On my whistle, said Madam Hooch. Three. two. one. With a roar from the crowd to speed them upward, the fourteen players rose toward the leaden sky. Harry flew higher than any of them, squinting around for the Snitch. All right there, Scarhead. yelled Malfoy, shooting underneath him as though to show off the speed of his broom. Harry had no time to reply. At that very moment, a heavy black Bludger came pelting toward him; he avoided it so narrowly that he felt it ruffle his hair as it passed. Close one, Harry. said George, streaking past him with his club in his hand, ready to knock the Bludger back toward a Slytherin. Harry saw George give the Bludger a powerful whack in the direction of Adrian Pucey, but the Bludger changed direction in midair and shot straight for Harry again. Harry dropped quickly to avoid it, and George managed to hit it hard toward Malfoy. Once again, the Bludger swerved like a boomerang and shot at Harrys head. Harry put on a burst of speed and zoomed toward the other end of the pitch. He could hear the Bludger whistling along behind him. What was going on. Bludgers never concentrated on one player like this; it was their job to try and unseat as many people as possible. Fred Weasley was waiting for the Bludger at the other end. Harry ducked as Fred swung at the Bludger with all his might; the Bludger was knocked off course. Gotcha. Fred yelled happily, but he was wrong; as though it was magnetically attracted to Harry, the Bludger pelted after him once more and Harry was forced to fly off at full speed. It had started to rain; Harry felt heavy drops fall onto his face, splattering onto his glasses. He didnt have a clue what was going on in the rest of the game until he heard Lee Jordan, who was commentating, say, Slytherin lead, sixty points to zero - The Slytherins superior brooms were clearly doing their jobs, and meanwhile the mad Bludger was doing all it could to knock Harry out of the air. Fred and George were now flying so close to him on either side that Harry could see nothing at all except their flailing arms and had no chance to look for the Snitch, let alone catch it. 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But the Bludgers have been locked in Madam Hoochs office since our last practice, and there was nothing wrong with them then. said Wood, anxiously. Madam Hooch was walking toward them. Over her shoulder, Harry could see the Slytherin team jeering and pointing in his direction. Listen, said Harry as she came nearer and nearer, with you two flying around me all the time the only way Im going to catch the Snitch is if it flies up my sleeve. Go back to the rest of the team and let me deal with the rogue one. Dont be thick, said Fred. Itll take your head off. Wood was looking from Harry to the Weasleys. Oliver, this is insane, said Alicia Spinnet angrily. You cant let Harry deal with that thing on his own. Lets ask for an inquiry - If we stop now, well have to forfeit the match. said Harry. And were not losing to Slytherin just because of a crazy Bludger. Come on, Oliver, tell them to leave me alone. This is all your fault, George said angrily to Wood. Get the Snitch or die trying, what a stupid thing to tell him - Madam Hooch had joined them. Ready to resume play. she asked Wood. Wood looked at the determined look on Harrys face. All right, he said. Fred, George, you heard Harry - leave him alone and let him deal with the Bludger on his own. The rain was falling more heavily now. On Madam Hoochs whistle, Harry kicked hard into the air and heard the 2017 prey whoosh of the Bludger behind him. Higher and higher Harry climbed; he looped and swooped, spiraled, zigzagged, and rolled. Slightly dizzy, he nevertheless kept his eyes wide open, rain was speckling his glasses and ran up his nostrils as he hung upside down, avoiding another fierce dive from the Bludger. 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