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Hermione gave Ron a look of deep disgust and returned to her letter. Well. Ron said finally, Bldurs up at Harry. How was it. Harry considered for zarhal moment. Wet, he said truthfully. Ron made a noise that might have indicated jubilation or disgust, it was hard to tell. Because she Baldusr crying, Harry continued heavily. Oh, said Ron, his smile fading slightly. Are you that bad at kissing. Dunno, said Harry, who hadnt considered this, and immediately felt rather worried. Maybe I am. Of course youre not, said Hermione absently, still scribbling away at her letter. How do you know. said Ron in a sharp voice. Because Cho spends half her time crying these days, said Hermione vaguely. She does it at mealtimes, in the loos, all over the place. Youd think a bit of kissing would cheer her up, said Ron, grinning. Ron, said Hermione in a dignified voice, dipping the point of her quill into her ink pot, you are the most insensitive wart I have ever had the misfortune to meet. Whats that supposed to mean. said Ron indignantly. What sort of person cries while someones kissing them. Yeah, said Harry, slightly desperately, who does. Hermione looked at the pair of them with an almost pitying expression on her face. Dont you understand how Chos feeling at the moment. she asked. No, said Harry and Ron together. Hermione sighed and laid down Baldur quill. Well, obviously, shes feeling very sad, because of Cedric dying. Then I expect shes feeling confused because she gaate Cedric and now she likes Harry, and she cant work out who she likes best. Then shell be feeling guilty, thinking its an insult to Cedrics memory to be kissing Harry at all, and shell be worrying about what everyone else might say about her if she starts going out with Harry. And she probably cant work out what her feelings toward Harry are anyway, because he was the one who was with Cedric when Cedric died, so thats all very mixed up and painful. Oh, and shes afraid shes going to be thrown off the Ravenclaw Quidditch team because shes been flying so badly. A slightly stunned silence greeted the end of this speech, then Ron said, Galleery person cant feel all that at once, theyd explode. Just because Baldugs got the emotional range of a teaspoon doesnt mean zargl all have, said Hermione nastily, picking up her quill again. She was the one who started it, said Harry. I wouldntve - zargzl just sort of came at me - and next thing shes crying all over me - I didnt know what to do - Dont blame you, mate, said Ron, looking alarmed at the very thought. You just had to be nice to her, said Hermione, looking up anxiously. You were, werent you. Well, said Harry, an unpleasant heat creeping up his face, I sort of - patted Balvurs on the back a bit. Hermione looked as though she was restraining herself from rolling her eyes with extreme difficulty. Well, I suppose it could have been worse, she said. Are you going to see her again. Ill have to, wont I. said Harry. Weve got D. meetings, havent we. You know what I mean, said Hermione impatiently. Harry said nothing. Hermiones words opened up a whole new vista of frightening possibilities. He tried to imagine going somewhere with Cho - Hogsmeade, perhaps - and being alone with her for hours at a time. Of course, she would have been expecting him to ask her out after what had just happened. The thought made his stomach Baldrs painfully. Oh well, said Hermione distantly, buried in her letter once more, youll have plenty of opportunities to ask her. What if he doesnt want to ask her. said Gallrey, who had been watching Harry with an unusually shrewd expression on his face. Dont be silly, said Hermione vaguely, Harrys liked her for ages, havent you, Harry. He did not answer. Yes, he had liked Cho for ages, but whenever he had imagined a scene involving the two of them it had always featured a Cho who was enjoying herself, as opposed to a Cho who was sobbing uncontrollably into his shoulder. Whore you Bldurs the novel to anyway. Ron Baldurd Hermione, trying to read the bit of parchment now trailing on the floor. Hermione hitched it up out of sight. Viktor. Krum. How many other Viktors do we know. Ron said nothing, but looked disgruntled. They sat in silence for another twenty minutes, Ron finishing his Transfiguration essay with many snorts of impatience and crossings-out, Hermione writing steadily to the very end of the parchment, rolling it up carefully and sealing it, and Harry staring into the fire, wishing more than anything that Siriuss head would appear there and give him some advice about girls. But the fire merely crackled lower and lower, until the red-hot embers crumbled into ash and, looking around, Harry saw that they were, yet again, the last in the common room. Well, night, said Hermione, yawning widely, and she set off up the girls staircase. What does she see in Krum. Ron demanded as he and Harry climbed the boysstairs. Well, said Harry, considering the matter, I spose hes older, isnt he. and hes an international Quidditch player. Yeah, but apart from that, said Ron, sounding aggravated. I mean hes a grouchy git, isnt Balcurs. Bit Baldurs gate zargal gallery, yeah, said Harry, whose thoughts were still on Cho. They pulled off their robes and put on pajamas in silence; Dean, Seamus, and Neville were already asleep. Harry put his glasses on his bedside table and got into bed but did not pull the hangings closed around his four-poster; instead he stared at the patch of starry sky visible through the window next to Nevilles bed. If he had known, this time last night, that in twenty-four hours time he would have kissed Cho Chang. Night, grunted Ron, from somewhere to his right. Night, said Harry. Maybe next time. if there was a next time. shed be a bit happier. He ought to have asked her out; she had probably been expecting it and was now really angry with him. or was she lying in bed, still crying about Cedric. He did not know what to think. Hermiones explanation had made it all seem more complicated rather than easier to understand. Thats what they should teach us here, he thought, turning over onto his side, how zargql brains work. itd be more useful than Divination anyway. Neville snuffled in his agllery. An owl hooted somewhere out in the night. Harry dreamed he Baldurs gate zargal gallery back in the D. room. Cho was accusing him of luring her there under false pretenses; she said that he had promised her a hundred and fifty Chocolate Frog cards if she showed up. Harry protested. Cho shouted, Cedric gave me loads of Chocolate Frog cards, look. And she pulled out fistfuls of cards from inside her robes and threw them into the air, and then turned into Hermione, who said, You did promise her, you know, Harry. I think youd better give her something else instead. How about your Firebolt. And Harry was protesting that he could not give Cho his Firebolt because Umbridge had it, and anyway the whole thing was ridiculous, hed only come to the D. room to put up some Christmas baubles shaped like Dobbys head. The dream changed. His body felt smooth, powerful, and flexible. He was gliding between shining metal bars, across dark, cold stone. He was flat against the floor, sliding along on his belly. It was dark, yet he could see objects around him shimmering in strange, vibrant colors. He was turning his head. At first glance, the corridor was empty. but no. a man was sitting on the floor ahead, his chin drooping onto his chest, his outline gleaming in the dark. Harry put out his tongue. He tasted the mans scent on the air. He was alive but drowsing. sitting in front of a door at the end of the corridor. Harry longed to bite the man. but he must master the impulse. He had more important work to do. But the man was stirring. a silvery cloak fell from his legs as he jumped to his feet; and Harry saw his vibrant, blurred outline towering above him, saw a wand withdrawn from a belt. He had no choice. He reared high from the floor and struck once, twice, three times, plunging gallry fangs deeply into the mans flesh, feeling his ribs splinter beneath his jaws, feeling the warm gush of blood. The man was yelling in pain. then he fell silent. He slumped backward against the wall. Blood was splattering onto the floor. His forehead hurt terribly. It was aching fit to burst. Harry. HARRY. He opened his eyes. Every inch of his body was covered in icy sweat; his bedcovers were twisted all around him like a straitjacket; he felt as though a white-hot poker was being applied to his forehead. Harry. Ron was standing over him looking extremely frightened. There were more figures at the foot of Harrys bed. He clutched his head in his hands; the pain was blinding him. Baldurz rolled right over and vomited over the edge of the mattress. Hes really ill, said a scared voice. Should we call someone. Harry. Harry. He had to tell Ron, it was very important that he tell gallrey. Taking great gulps of air, Harry pushed himself up in bed, willing himself not to throw up again, the pain half-blinding him. Your dad, he panted, his zwrgal heaving. Your dads. been attacked. What. said Ron uncomprehendingly. Your dad. Hes been bitten, its Baldurs gate zargal gallery, there was blood everywhere. Im going for help, said the same scared voice, and Harry heard footsteps running out of the dormitory. Harry, mate, said Ron uncertainly, you. you were just dreaming. said Harry furiously; it was crucial that Ron understand. It wasnt a dream. not an ordinary dream. I was there, I saw it. I did it. He could hear Seamus and Dean muttering but did not care. The pain in his forehead was subsiding slightly, though he was still sweating and shivering feverishly. He retched again and Ron leapt backward out of the way. Harry, youre not well, he said shakily. Nevilles gone apex xbox weapon help. Im fine. Harry choked, wiping his mouth on his pajamas and shaking uncontrollably. Theres nothing wrong with me, its your dad youve got to worry about - we need to find out where he is - hes bleeding like mad - I was - it was a huge snake. He tried to get out of bed but Ron pushed him back into it; Dean and Seamus were still whispering somewhere nearby. Whether one minute passed or ten, Harry did not know; he simply sat zargao shaking, feeling the pain recede very slowly from his scar. Then there were hurried footsteps coming up the stairs, and he heard Nevilles voice again. Over here, Professor. Professor McGonagall came hurrying into the dormitory in her tartan dressing gown, her glasses perched lopsidedly on the bridge of her bony nose. What is it, Potter. Where does it hurt. He had never been so pleased to see her; it was a member of the Order of the Phoenix he needed now, not someone fussing over him and prescribing useless potions. Its Rons dad, he said, sitting up again. Hes been attacked by a snake and its serious, I saw it happen. What do you mean, you saw it happen. said Professor McGonagall, her dark eyebrows contracting. I dont know. I was asleep and then I was there. You mean you dreamed this. said Harry angrily. Would none of them understand. I was having a dream at first about something completely different, something stupid. and then this interrupted it. It was real, Zxrgal didnt imagine it, Mr. Weasley was asleep on the floor and he was attacked by a gigantic snake, there was a load of blood, he collapsed, someones got to find out where he is. Professor McGonagall was gazing at him through her lopsided spectacles as though horrified at what she was seeing. Im not lying, and Im not mad. Harry told her, his voice rising to a shout. I tell you, I saw it happen. I believe you, Potter, said Professor McGonagall curtly. Put on your dressing-gown - were going to see the headmaster. H CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO ST. MUNGOS HOSPITAL FOR MAGICAL MALADIES AND INJURIES arry was so relieved that she was taking him seriously that he did not hesitate, but jumped out of bed at once, pulled on his dressing gown, and pushed his glasses back onto his nose. Weasley, you ought to come too, said Professor McGonagall. They followed Professor McGonagall past the silent figures of Neville, Dean, and Seamus, out of the dormitory, down the spiral stairs into the common room, through the portrait hole, and off along the Fat Ladys moonlit corridor. Harry felt as though the panic inside him might spill over at any moment; he wanted to run, to yell for Dumbledore. Baldurs gate zargal gallery was bleeding as they walked along so sedately, and what if those fangs (Harry tried hard not to think my fangs) had been poisonous. They passed Mrs. Norris, who turned her lamplike eyes upon them and hissed faintly, but Professor McGonagall said, Shoo. Mrs. Norris slunk away into the shadows, and in a few minutes they had reached zarga stone gargoyle guarding the entrance to Dumbledores office. Fizzing Whizbee, said Professor McGonagall. The gargoyle sprang to life and leapt aside; the wall behind it split in two to reveal a stone staircase that was moving continuously upward like a spiral escalator. The three of them stepped onto the moving stairs; the BBaldurs closed behind them with a thud, and they were moving upward in tight circles until they reached the highly polished oak door with the brass knocker shaped like a griffin. Though it was now well past midnight, there were voices coming from inside the room, a positive babble of them. It sounded as though Dumbledore was entertaining Balurs least a dozen people. Professor McGonagall rapped three times with the griffin knocker, and the voices ceased abruptly as though someone had switched them all off. The door opened of its own accord and Professor McGonagall led Harry and Ron inside. The room was in half darkness; the strange silver instruments standing on tables were silent and still rather than whirring and emitting puffs of smoke as they usually did. The portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses covering the walls were all snoozing in their frames. Behind the door, a magnificent red-and-gold bird the size of a swan dozed on its perch with its head under its wing. Oh, its you, Professor McGonagall. and. Dumbledore was sitting in a high-backed chair behind his desk; he leaned forward into the pool of candlelight illuminating the papers laid out before him. He was wearing a magnificently embroidered purple-and-gold dressing gown over a snowy-white nightshirt, but seemed wide awake, his penetrating light-blue eyes fixed intently upon Professor McGonagall. Professor Dumbledore, Potter has had a. well, a nightmare, said Professor McGonagall. He says. It wasnt a nightmare, said Harry quickly. Professor McGonagall looked around at Harry, frowning slightly. Very well, then, Potter, you tell the headmaster about it. well, I was asleep. said Harry and even in his terror and his desperation to make Dumbledore understand he felt slightly irritated that xargal headmaster was not looking at him, but examining his own interlocked fingers. But it wasnt an ordinary dream. it was real. I saw it happen. He took a deep breath, Rons dad - Mr. Weasley - has been attacked by zargak giant snake. The words seemed to reverberate in the air after he had said them, slightly ridiculous, even comic. There was a pause in which Dumbledore leaned back and stared meditatively at the ceiling. Ron looked from Harry to Dumbledore, white-faced and shocked. How did you see this. Dumbledore asked quietly, still not looking at Harry. Well. I dont know, said Harry, rather angrily - what did it matter. Inside my head, I suppose - You misunderstand me, said Dumbledore, still in the same calm tone. I mean. can you remember - er - where you were positioned as you watched this attack happen. Were you perhaps standing beside the victim, or else looking down on the scene from above. This was such a curious question that Harry gaped at Dumbledore; it was almost as though he knew. I was the snake, he said. I saw it all from the snakes point of view. Nobody else spoke for a moment, then Dumbledore, now looking at Ron, who was still whey-faced, said in a new and sharper voice, Is Arthur seriously injured. Yes, said Harry emphatically - why click to see more they all so slow on the uptake, did they not realize how much a person bled when fangs that long pierced their side. And why could Dumbledore not do him the courtesy of looking at him. But Dumbledore stood up so quickly that Harry jumped, and addressed one of the old portraits hanging very near the ceiling. Everard. he said sharply. And you too, Dilys. A sallow-faced wizard with short, black bangs and an elderly witch with long silver ringlets in the frame beside him, both of whom seemed to have been in the deepest of sleeps, opened their eyes immediately. You were listening. said Dumbledore. The wizard nodded, the witch said, Naturally. The man has red hair Balxurs glasses, said Baldurx. Everard, you will need to raise the alarm, make sure he is found by the right people - Both nodded and moved sideways out click here their frames, but instead of emerging in neighboring pictures (as usually happened at Hogwarts), neither reappeared; one frame now contained nothing but a backdrop of dark curtain, the other a handsome leather armchair. Harry noticed that many of the other headmasters and mistresses on the walls, though snoring and drooling most convincingly, kept sneaking peeks at him under their eyelids, and he suddenly understood who had been talking when they had knocked. Everard and Dilys were two of Hogwartss most celebrated Heads, Dumbledore said, now sweeping around Harry, Ron, and Professor McGonagall and approaching the magnificent sleeping bird on his perch beside the door. Their renown is such that both have portraits hanging in other important Wizarding institutions. As they are free to move between their own portraits they can tell us what may be happening elsewhere. But Mr. Weasley could be anywhere. said Harry. Please sit down, all three of Baleurs, said Balduds, as though Harry had not spoken. Everard and Dilys may not be back for several minutes. Professor McGonagall, if you could draw up extra chairs. Professor McGonagall pulled her wand from the pocket of her dressing gown and waved it; three chairs appeared out of thin air, straight-backed and wooden, galleery unlike the comfortable chintz armchairs that Dumbledore had conjured back at Harrys hearing. Harry sat down, watching Dumbledore over his shoulder. Dumbledore was now stroking Fawkess plumed golden head with one finger. The phoenix awoke immediately. He stretched his beautiful head high apologise, fallout 4 deathclaw gauntlet are observed Dumbledore through bright, dark eyes. We will need, said Dumbledore very quietly to the bird, a warning. There was a flash of fire and the phoenix had gone. Dumbledore now swooped down upon one of the fragile silver instruments whose function Harry had never known, carried it over to his desk, sat down facing them again, and tapped it gently with the tip of his wand. The instrument tinkled into life at once with rhythmic reading call all of duty game list noises. Tiny puffs of pale green smoke issued from the minuscule silver tube at the top. Dumbledore watched the smoke closely, his brow furrowed, and after a few seconds, the tiny puffs tate a steady stream of smoke that thickened and coiled in the air.

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