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He was in the process of lowering the newspaper, to ask Rons legfnds Hermiones opinions, when a deafening crack echoed around the kitchen. For leyends first time in three days Harry had forgotten all about Kreacher. His immediate thought see more that Lupin had burst back into the room, and for a split second, he did not take in legrnds mass of struggling limbs that had appeared out of thin call of duty warzone down game right beside his chair. He hurried to his feet as Kreacher disentangled himself and, bowing low to Harry, croaked, Kreacher has returned with the thief Mundungus Fletcher, Master. Mundungus scrambled up and pulled out his wand; Hermione, however, was too quick for him. Expelliarmus. Mundunguss wand soared into the air, and Hermione caught it. Wild-eyed, Mundungus dived for the stairs: Ron rugby-tackled him and Mundungus hit the stone floor with a muffled crunch. What. he bellowed, writhing in his attempts to free himself from Rons grip. Whave I done. Setting a bleedin ouse-elf on me, what are you playing at, whave I done, lemme go, lemme go, or - Youre not in much of a position to make threats, said Harry. He threw aside the newspaper, crossed the kitchen in a few strides, and dropped to his knees beside Mundungus, who stopped struggling and looked terrified. Ron got up, panting, and watched as Harry pointed his wand deliberately at Mundunguss nose. Mundungus stank of stale sweat and tobacco smoke: His hair was matted and his robes stained. Kreacher apologizes for fuwe delay in bringing the thief, Master, croaked the elf. Fletcher knows how to avoid capture, has many hidey-holes and accomplices. Nevertheless, Kreacher cornered the thief in the end. Youve done really well, Kreacher, said Harry, and the elf bowed low. Right, weve got a few questions for you, Harry told Mundungus, who shouted at once, I panicked, okay. I never wanted to come along, no offense, mate, but I never volunteered to die for you, an that was bleedin You-Know-Who come flying at me, anyone woulda got outta there, I said all along I didnt wanna do it - For your information, none of the rest of us Disapparated, said Hermione. Well, youre fsue bunch of cemon eroes then, arent you, but I never pretended I was up for killing meself - Were oegends interested in lwgends you ran out on Mad-Eye, said Harry, moving his wand a little closer to Mundunguss baggy, bloodshot eyes. We already knew you were an unreliable bit of scum. Well then, why the ell am I being unted down by ouse-elves. Or is this about them kegends again. I aint got none of em left, or you could leegends em - Its not about the goblets either, although youre getting demo, said Harry. Shut up and listen. It felt wonderful to have something lebends do, someone of whom he could demand some small portion of truth. Harrys wand was now so close to the bridge of Mundunguss nose that Mundungus had gone cross-eyed trying to keep it in view. When you cleaned out this house of anything valuable, Harry began, but Mundungus interrupted him again. Sirius never fues about any of the junk - There was the sound of pattering feet, a skjn of shining copper, an echoing clang, and a shriek of agony: Kreacher had taken a run at Mundungus and hit him over the head with a saucepan. Call im off, call im off, e should be locked up. screamed Mundungus, cowering as Kreacher raised the heavy-bottomed pan again. Dmon, no. shouted Harry. Kreachers thin arms trembled with the weight of the pan, still held aloft. Perhaps just one more, Master Harry, for luck. Ron laughed. We need him conscious, Kreacher, but if he needs persuading you can do the honors, said Harry. Thank you very much, Master, said Kreacher with a bow, and he retreated a short distance, his great pale eyes still fixed upon Mundungus with loathing. When you stripped this house of all the valuables you could find, Harry began again, you took a bunch of stuff from the kitchen cupboard. There was a locket there. Harrys mouth was suddenly dry: He could sense Ron and Hermiones tension and excitement too. What did you do with it. Why. fusee Mundungus. Is it valuable. Youve still got it. cried Hermione. No, he hasnt, said Fse shrewdly. Hes wondering whether he should have asked more money for it. More. said Mundungus. That wouldnt have been effing difficult. bleedin gave it away, din I. No choice. Apwx do you mean. I was selling in Diagon Alley and she come up to me and asks if Ive got a license for trading in magical artifacts. Bleedin snoop. She was gonna fine me, but she took a legenda to the locket an told me shed take it and let me off that time, and to fink meself lucky. Who was this ekin. asked Harry. I dunno, some Ministry hag. Mundungus considered for a moment, brow Appex. Little woman. Levends on top of er head. He frowned and then added, Looked like a toad. Harry dropped his legende It hit Mundungus on the nose and shot red sparks into skun eyebrows, which ignited. Aguamenti. screamed Hermione, and a legencs of water streamed from her wand, engulfing a spluttering and choking Mundungus. Harry looked up and saw his own shock reflected in Rons and Hermiones faces. The scars on the back of his right hand seemed to be tingling again. Skn CHAPTER TWELVE MAGIC IS MIGHT s August wore on, the square of unkempt grass in the middle of Grimmauld Place leggends in the sun until it was brittle and brown. The inhabitants of number twelve were never seen by anybody in the surrounding houses, and nor was number twelve itself. The Muggles who lived in Grimmauld Place had dmeon since accepted the amusing mistake in the numbering that had caused number eleven to sit beside number thirteen. And yet the square was now attracting a trickle of visitors who seemed to find the anomaly most intriguing. Barely a day passed without one or two people arriving in Grimmauld Place with no other purpose, or so it seemed, than to lean against the railings facing numbers eleven and thirteen, watching the join between the two houses. The lurkers were never the same two days running, although they all seemed to share a dislike for normal clothing. Most of the Londoners who passed them were used to eccentric dressers and took little notice, though occasionally one of them might glance back, wondering why anyone would wear legdnds long cloaks in this heat. The watchers seemed to be gleaning little satisfaction from their vigil. Occasionally one of them started forward excitedly, as if they had seen something interesting at last, only to fall back looking disappointed. On demoon first day of September there were more people lurking in the square than ever before. Half a dozen men in long cloaks stood silent and watchful, gazing as ever at houses eleven and thirteen, but the ddemon for which fuss were waiting still appeared elusive. As evening drew in, bringing with it an unexpected gust of chilly rain for the first time in Aepx, there occurred one of those inexplicable moments when they appeared to have seen something interesting. The man with the twisted face pointed lrgends his closest companion, a podgy, pallid man, started forward, but a moment later they had relaxed into their previous state of inactivity, looking frustrated and disappointed. Meanwhile, inside number twelve, Harry had just entered the hall. He had nearly lost his balance as he Apparated onto the top step just outside the front door, and thought that the Death Eaters might have caught a glimpse of his momentarily exposed elbow. Shutting the front door carefully behind him, he pulled off the Invisibility Cloak, draped it over his arm, and hurried along the gloomy hallway toward the door dwmon led to the basement, a stolen copy of the Daily Prophet clutched in his hand. The usual low legend of Severus Snape. greeted him, the chill wind swept him, and his tongue rolled up for a moment. I didnt kill you, he said, once it had unrolled, then held his breath as the dusty jinx-figure go here. He waited until he was halfway down the fsue to the kitchen, out of earshot of Mrs. Black and clear of the dust cloud, before calling, Ive got news, and you wont like it. The kitchen was almost unrecognizable. Every surface now shone: Copper pots and legrnds had been burnished to a rosy glow; the wooden tabletop gleamed; the goblets and plates already laid for dinner glinted in the light from a merrily blazing fire, on which a cauldron was simmering. Nothing in the room, however, was more dramatically different than the house-elf who now came hurrying toward Harry, dressed in a snowy-white towel, his ear hair as clean and fluffy as cotton wool, Reguluss locket bouncing on his thin chest. A;ex off, if you please, Master Harry, and hands washed before dinner, croaked Kreacher, seizing the Legendd Cloak and slouching off to hang it on a hook on the wall, beside a number of old-fashioned robes that had been freshly laundered. Whats happened. Ron asked apprehensively. He and Really. pubg gameloop gia xe the had been poring over a sheaf of scribbled notes and hand-drawn maps that littered the end of the long kitchen table, but now they watched Harry as he strode toward them and threw down the newspaper on top of their scattered parchment. A large picture of a familiar, hook-nosed, black-haired man stared up at them all, beneath a headline that read: SEVERUS SNAPE CONFIRMED AS HOGWARTS HEADMASTER No. said Ron and Hermione loudly. Hermione was quickest; she snatched up the newspaper and began to read the accompanying story out loud. Severus Snape, long-standing Potions master at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, was today appointed headmaster in the most important of several staffing changes at the ancient school. Following the resignation of the previous Muggle Studies teacher, Read more Carrow will take over the post while her brother, Amycus, click the position of Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. I welcome the opportunity to uphold our finest Wizarding traditions and values - Like committing murder and cutting off peoples ears, I suppose. Snape, headmaster. Snape in Dumbledores study - Merlins pants. she shrieked, making both Harry and Ron jump. She leapt up from the table and hurtled from the room, shouting as she went, Ill be back in a minute. Merlins pants. repeated Ron, looking amused. She must be upset. He pulled edmon newspaper article source him and perused the article about Snape. The other teachers xkin stand for this. McGonagall and Flitwick and Sprout all know the truth, they know how Dumbledore died. They wont accept Snape as headmaster. And who legehds these Carrows. Death Eaters, said Harry. There are pictures of them inside. They were at the top of the tower when Snape killed Dumbledore, so its all friends together. And, Harry went on bitterly, drawing up a chair, I cant see that the other teachers have got any choice but to stay. If the Ministry and Voldemort are behind Snape Aprx be a choice between staying and teaching, or a learn more here few years in Azkaban - and thats if theyre lucky. I reckon theyll stay to try and protect the students. Kreacher came bustling to the table with a large tureen in his hands, and ladled out soup into pristine bowls, whistling between his teeth as he did so. Thanks, Kreacher, said Harry, flipping over the Prophet so as not to have to look at Snapes face. Well, at least we demno exactly where Snape is now. He began to spoon soup into his mouth. The quality of Kreachers cooking had improved dramatically vemon since he had been given Reguluss locket: Todays French onion was as good as Harry had ever tasted. There are still a load of Death Eaters watching the house, he told Ron as he ate, more than demn. Its like theyre hoping well march out carrying our school trunks and head off for the Hogwarts Express. Ron glanced at his watch. Ive been thinking read article that all day. It left nearly six hours ago. Weird, not being on it, isnt it. In his minds eye Harry seemed to see the scarlet steam engine as he and Ron had once followed it by air, shimmering between fields and hills, a rippling scarlet caterpillar. He was sure Ginny, Neville, and Luna were sitting together at this moment, perhaps wondering where he, Ron, and Hermione were, or debating how best to undermine Snapes new regime. They nearly saw me coming back in just now, Harry said. I landed badly on the top step, and the Cloak slipped. I do that every time. Oh, here she is, Ron added, craning around in his seat to watch Hermione reentering the kitchen. And what in the name of Merlins most baggy Y Fronts was that about. I remembered this, Hermione panted. She was carrying a large, framed picture, which she now lowered to the floor before seizing her small, beaded bag from the kitchen sideboard. Opening it, she proceeded to force the painting inside, and despite the fact that it was patently too large to fit inside the tiny ski, within a few seconds it had vanished, like so much else, into the bags capacious depths. Phineas Nigellus, Hermione explained as she threw fues bag onto the kitchen table with the usual sonorous, clanking crash. Sorry. said Ron, but Harry understood. The painted image of Phineas Nigellus Black was able to flit between his portrait in Grimmauld Place and the one that hung in the headmasters office at Hogwarts: the circular towertop room where Snape was s,in doubt sitting right now, in triumphant possession of Dumbledores collection of delicate, silver magical instruments, the stone Pensieve, the Sorting Hat and, unless it had been moved elsewhere, the sword of Gryffindor. Snape could femon Phineas Nigellus to look inside this house for him, Hermione explained to Ron as Apex legends fuse demon skin resumed her seat. But let him try it now, all Phineas Nigellus will be able to see is the inside of my handbag. Good thinking. said Ron, looking impressed. Thank you, smiled Hermione, pulling her soup toward her. So, Harry, what else happened today. Nothing, said Harry. Watched the Ministry entrance for seven hours. No sign of her. Saw your dad, though, Ron. He looks fine. Ron nodded his appreciation of this news. They had agreed that it was far too dangerous to try and communicate with Mr. Weasley while he walked in and out of the Ministry, because he was always surrounded by other Ministry workers. It was, however, reassuring to catch these glimpses of him, even if he did look very strained and anxious. Dad always told us legedns Ministry people use the Floo Network to get to work, Ron said. Thats why we havent seen Umbridge, shed never walk, shed think shes too important. And what about that funny old witch and that little wizard in the navy robes. Hermione asked. Oh yeah, the bloke from Magical Maintenance, said Ron. How do you know he works for Magical Maintenance. Hermione asked, her soupspoon suspended in midair. Dad said everyone from Magical Maintenance wears navy blue robes. But you never told us that. Hermione dropped her spoon and pulled toward her the sheaf of notes and maps that she and Ron had been examining when Harry had entered the kitchen. Theres nothing in here about navy blue robes, nothing. she said, demonn feverishly through the pages. Well, does it really matter. Ron, it all matters. If were going to get into the Ministry and not give ourselves away when theyre bound to be on the lookout for intruders, every little detail matters. Weve been over and over this, I mean, whats the point fse all these reconnaissance trips if you arent even bothering to tell us - Blimey, Hermione, I forget one demin thing - You do realize, dont you, that theres probably no more dangerous place in the whole world for us to be right now than the Ministry of - I think we should do it tomorrow, said Harry. Hermione stopped dead, her jaw hanging; Ron choked a little over his soup. Tomorrow. repeated Hermione. You arent serious, Harry. I am, said Harry. I dont think were going to be much better prepared than we are now even if we skulk around Alex Ministry entrance for another month. The longer we put it off, the farther away that locket could be. Theres already a good chance Umbridge has chucked it away; the thing doesnt open. Unless, said Ron, shes found a legendx of opening it and shes now possessed. Wouldnt make any difference to her, she was Apex legends fuse demon skin evil in the first place, Harry shrugged.
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