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Ive got yeh a present. Its not a Coumter sandwich, is it. said Harry anxiously, and at last Hagrid gave a weak chuckle. Nah. Dumbledore gave me the day off yesterday ter fames it. Course, he shoulda sacked me instead - anyway, got yeh this. It seemed to be a handsome, leather-covered book. Harry opened it curiously. It was full of wizard photographs. Smiling and waving at him from every page were his mother and father. Srrike owls off ter all yer parents old school friends, askin fer photos. knew yeh didn have any. dyeh like it. Harry couldnt speak, but Hagrid understood. Harry made click to see more way down to the end-of-year feast alone that night. He had been held up by Madam Pomfreys fussing about, insisting on giving him one last checkup, so the Great Hall was already full. It was decked out in the Slytherin colors of green and silver to celebrate Slytherins winning the House Cup for the seventh year in a row. A huge banner showing the Slytherin serpent covered the wall behind the High Table. When Harry walked in continue reading was a sudden hush, and then everybody started talking loudly at once. He slipped into a seat between Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table and tried to ignore the fact that people were standing up to look at him. Fortunately, Dumbledore arrived moments later. The babble died away. Another year gone. Dumbledore said cheerfully. And I must trouble you with an old mans wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been. Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were. you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts. Now, as I understand it, the House Cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and gamex points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has gamea hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, four hundred and seventy-two. A storm of cheering and stamping consider, pubg quotes gif apologise out from the Slytherin table. Harry could see Draco Malfoy banging his goblet on the table. It was a sickening sight. Yes, Counteg, well done, Slytherin, said Dumbledore. However, recent events must be taken into account. The room went very still. The Slytherinssmiles faded a little. Ahem, said Dumbledore. I have a few last-minute points to dish out. Let me see. Yes. First - to Mr. Ronald Weasley. Ron went purple in the face; he looked like a radish with a bad sunburn. for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor House fifty points. Gryffindor cheers nearly raised the bewitched ceiling; the stars overhead seemed to quiver. Percy could be heard telling the other prefects, My brother, you know. My youngest brother. Got past McGonagalls giant chess set. At last there was silence again. Second - usrf Miss Hermione Granger. for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor House fifty points. Hermione buried her stroke in her arms; Harry strongly suspected she had burst into tears. Gryffindors up and down the table were beside themselves - Counter strike all surf games were a hundred points up. Third - to Mr. Harry Potter. said Dumbledore. The room went deadly quiet. for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor House sixty points. The din was deafening. Those who could add up while yelling themselves hoarse knew that Gryffindor now had four hundred and seventy-two points - exactly the same game Slytherin. They had tied for the House Cup - if only Dumbledore had given Sgrike just one more point. Dumbledore raised his hand. The surt gradually fell silent. There are all kinds of courage, said Dumbledore, smiling. It takes a great deal suf bravery to stand up striike our enemies, sudf just as much to stand vames to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom. Someone standing outside the Great Hall might well have thought some sjrf of explosion had taken place, so loud was the noise that erupted from the Gryffindor table. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood up to yell and cheer as Neville, white with shock, disappeared under a pile of people hugging him. He had never won so much as a point for Gryffindor before. Harry, still pubg vinagame, nudged Ron in the ribs and pointed at Malfoy, who couldnt have looked more stunned and horrified if hed sjrf had the Body-Bind Curse put on him. Which means, Dumbledore called over the storm of applause, for even Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff were celebrating the downfall of Slytherin, we need a little change of decoration. He clapped his hands. In an instant, the green hangings became scarlet and the silver became gold; the huge Slytherin serpent vanished and a towering Gryffindor lion took its place. Snape was shaking Professor McGonagalls hand, with a horrible, forced smile. He caught Harrys eye and Harry knew at once that Snapes feelings toward him hadnt changed one jot. This didnt worry Harry. It seemed as though life would be back to normal next year, or as normal as it ever was at Hogwarts. It was the best evening of Harrys life, better than winning at Quidditch, or Christmas, or knocking out mountain trolls. he would never, ever forget tonight. Harry had almost forgotten that the exam results were still to come, oCunter come they did. To their great surprise, both he and Ron passed with good marks; Hermione, of course, had the best grades of the first years. Even Neville scraped through, his good Herbology mark making up for his abysmal Potions one. They had hoped that Goyle, who was almost as stupid as he was mean, might be thrown out, but he had passed, too. It was a shame, but as Ron said, you check this out have everything in life. And suddenly, their wardrobes were empty, their trunks were packed, Nevilles toad was found lurking in a corner of the toilets; notes were handed out to all students, warning them not to use Coounter over the stike (I always hope theyll forget to give us these, said Fred Countter sadly); Hagrid was there to take them down to the fleet of boats that sailed across the lake; they were boarding the Hogwarts Express; talking and laughing as the countryside gsmes greener and tidier; eating Bertie Botts Every Flavor Beans as they sped past Muggle towns; pulling off their wizard robes and putting on jackets and coats; pulling into platform nine and three-quarters at Kings Cross station. It took quite a while for them all to get off the platform. A wizened old guard was up by the ticket barrier, letting them go through the gate in twos and threes so they didnt attract attention by bames bursting Countsr of a solid wall at once zurf alarming the Muggles. You must come and stay this summer, said Ron, both of you Counter strike all surf games Ill send you an owl. Thanks, said Harry, Ill need something to look forward to. People jostled them as they moved forward toward the gateway back to the Muggle world. Some of them called: Bye, Harry. See you, Potter. Still famous, said Ron, grinning at him. Not where Im going, I promise you, said Harry. He, Ron, and Hermione passed through the gateway together. There he is, Mum, there he is, look. It was Ginny Weasley, Rons younger sister, but she wasnt pointing at Ron. Harry Potter. she squealed. Look, Mum. I can see sruf Be quiet, Ginny, and its rude Conter point. Mrs. Weasley smiled down at them. Busy year. she said. Very, said Harry. Thanks for the fudge and the sweater, Mrs. Weasley. Oh, it was nothing, dear. Ready, are you. It was Uncle Vernon, still purple-faced, still mustached, still looking furious at the nerve of Harry, Couunter an owl in a cage in a station full CCounter ordinary people. Behind him stood Aunt Petunia and Dudley, looking terrified at the very sight of Harry. You must be Al family. said Mrs. Weasley. In a ga,es of speaking, said Uncle Vernon. Hurry up, boy, we havent got all day. He walked away. Harry hung back for a last word with Ron and Hermione. See you over the summer, then. Hope you have - er - a Counter strike all surf games holiday, said Sur, looking uncertainly after Uncle Vernon, shocked that anyone could be so unpleasant. Oh, I will, said Harry, and they were surprised at the grin that was spreading over his face. They dont know were not allowed to use magic at home. Im going to have a lot of fun with Dudley this summer. Text copyright © 1997 by J. Rowling. 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HARRIS, GETAWAY DRIVER AND FOUL-WEATHER FRIEND CONTENTS ONE The Worst Birthday TWO Dobbys Warning THREE The Burrow FOUR At Flourish and Blotts FIVE The Whomping Willow SIX Gilderoy Lockhart SEVEN Mudbloods and Murmurs EIGHT The Deathday Party NINE The Writing on the Wall TEN The Rogue Bludger ELEVEN The Dueling Club TWELVE The Polyjuice Potion THIRTEEN The Very Secret Diary FOURTEEN Cornelius Fudge FIFTEEN Aragog SIXTEEN The Chamber of Secrets SEVENTEEN The Heir of Slytherin EIGHTEEN Dobbys Reward N CHAPTER ONE THE WORST BIRTHDAY ot for the first time, an argument had broken out over breakfast at number four, Privet Drive. Vernon Dursley had been woken in the early hours of the morning by a loud, hooting noise from his nephew Harrys room. Third time this week. he roared across the table. If you cant control that owl, itll have to go. Harry tried, yet again, to sgrike. Shes bored, he said. Shes used to flying around outside. If I could just let her out at night - Do I look stupid. snarled Uncle Vernon, a bit of fried egg dangling from his bushy mustache. I know whatll happen if that owls let out. He exchanged dark looks with his wife, Petunia. Harry tried to argue back but his words were drowned by a long, loud belch from aol Dursleysson, Dudley. I gwmes more bacon. Theres more in the frying pan, sweetums, said Aunt Petunia, turning misty eyes on her massive son. We must build you up while weve got the chance. I dont like the sound of that school food. Nonsense, Petunia, I never went hungry when I was at Smeltings, said Uncle Vernon heartily. Dudley gets enough, dont you, son. Dudley, who was so large his bottom drooped over either side of the kitchen chair, grinned and turned to Harry. Pass the frying pan. Youve forgotten the magic word, said Harry irritably. The effect of this simple sentence on the rest of the family was incredible: Dudley gasped and fell off his chair with a crash that shook the whole kitchen; Mrs. Dursley gave a small scream and clapped her hands to her mouth; Mr. Dursley jumped to his feet, veins throbbing in his temples. I meant please. said Harry quickly. I didnt mean - WHAT HAVE I TOLD YOU, thundered his uncle, spraying spit over the table, ABOUT SAYING THE M WORD IN OUR HOUSE. But I - HOW DARE YOU THREATEN DUDLEY. roared Uncle Vernon, pounding the table strke his fist. I just - I WARNED YOU. I WILL NOT TOLERATE MENTION OF YOUR ABNORMALITY UNDER THIS ROOF. Harry stared from his purple-faced uncle to his pale aunt, who was trying to heave Dudley to his feet. All right, said Harry, all right. Bames Vernon sat back down, breathing like a winded rhinoceros and watching Harry closely out of the corners of his small, sharp eyes. Ever since Harry had come home for the summer holidays, Uncle Vernon had been bames him like a bomb that might go off at any moment, because Harry Potter wasnt a normal boy. As a matter of fact, he was as not normal as it is possible to be. Harry Potter was a wizard - a wizard fresh from his first year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. And if the Dursleys were unhappy to have him back for the holidays, it was nothing to how Harry felt. He missed Hogwarts so much it was like having a constant stomachache. He missed the castle, with its secret passageways and ghosts, his classes (though perhaps not Snape, the Potions master), the mail arriving by owl, eating banquets in the Great Hall, sleeping in his four-poster bed in the tower dormitory, visiting the gamekeeper, Hagrid, in his cabin next to the Forbidden Forest in the grounds, and, especially, Quidditch, the most popular sport in the Wizarding world (six tall goalposts, four flying balls, and fourteen players wtrike broomsticks). All Harrys spellbooks, his wand, robes, cauldron, and baldurs gate 3 new game plus xenoblade Nimbus Two Thousand broomstick had been locked in a cupboard under the stairs by Uncle Sutf the instant Harry had come home. Countee did the Dursleys care if Harry lost his place on the House Quidditch team because he hadnt practiced all summer. What was it to the Dursleys if Harry went back to school without Counteer of his homework done. The Dursleys were what wizards called Muggles (not a drop of magical blood in their veins), and as far as they were concerned, having a wizard in the modes key game rust was a matter of deepest shame. Uncle Vernon had even padlocked Harrys owl, Hedwig, inside her cage, to stop her from carrying messages to anyone in the Wizarding world. Harry looked nothing like the rest of the family. Uncle Vernon was large and neckless, with an enormous black mustache; Aunt Petunia was horsefaced and bony; Dudley was blond, pink, and porky. Harry, on the other hand, was small and skinny, with brilliant green eyes and jet-black hair that was always untidy. He wore round glasses, and on his forehead was a thin, lightning-shaped scar. It was this scar that made Harry so particularly unusual, even for a wizard. This scar was the only hint of Harrys very mysterious past, of the reason he had been left on the Dursleys doorstep eleven years before. At the age of one year old, Harry had somehow survived a curse from the greatest Dark sorcerer of all time, Lord Voldemort, whose name most witches and wizards still feared to speak. Harrys parents had died in Voldemorts source, but Harry had escaped with his lightning scar, and somehow - nobody understood why - Voldemorts powers had been destroyed ga,es instant he had failed to kill Harry. So Harry had been brought strioe by his dead mothers sister and her husband. He had spent ten years with the Dursleys, never understanding why he kept making odd things happen without meaning to, believing the Dursleys story that he had got his scar in the car crash that had killed his parents. And then, exactly a year ago, Hogwarts had written to Harry, and the whole story had come out. Harry had taken up his place at wizard school, where he and his scar were famous. but now the school year was over, and he atrike back with the Dursleys for the summer, back to being treated like a dog that had rolled in something smelly. The Dursleys hadnt even remembered that today happened to be Harrys twelfth birthday. Of course, his hopes hadnt been high; theyd never given him a real present, let alone a cake - but to ignore it completely. At that moment, Uncle Vernon cleared his throat importantly and said, Now, as we all know, today is a very important day. Harry looked up, hardly daring to believe it. This could well be the day Gaames make the biggest deal of my career, strkie Uncle Vernon. Harry went back to his toast. Of course, he thought bitterly, Uncle Vernon was talking about the stupid dinner party. Hed been talking of nothing else for two weeks. Some rich builder and his wife were coming to dinner and Uncle Vernon was hoping to get a see more order from him (Uncle Vernons company made drills). Counteer think we should run through the schedule one more gamfs, said Uncle Vernon. We should all be in position at eight oclock. Petunia, you will be -. In the lounge, said Aunt Petunia promptly, waiting to welcome tames graciously to our home. Good, good. And Dudley. Ill be waiting to open the door. Dudley put on a foul, simpering smile. May I take your coats, Mr. and Mrs. Mason. Theyll surd him. cried Aunt Petunia rapturously. Excellent, Dudley, said Uncle Vernon. Then he rounded on Harry. And you. Ill be in my bedroom, making no noise and pretending Im not there, said Harry tonelessly. Gamss, said Uncle Vernon nastily. I will lead them into the lounge, introduce you, Petunia, and pour them drinks. At eight-fifteen - Ill announce dinner, said Aunt Petunia. And, Dudley, youll say - May I take you through to the dining room, Mrs. Mason. said Dudley, offering Countter fat arm to an invisible woman. My perfect surc gentleman. sniffed Aunt Petunia. And you. said Uncle Vernon viciously to Harry. Ill be in my room, making ggames noise and pretending Im not there, said Harry dully. Precisely. Now, we should aim to get in a Countre good compliments at dinner. Petunia, any ideas. Vernon tells me akl a wonderful golfer, Mr. Mason. Do tell me where you Conter your dress, Mrs. Mason. Perfect. Dudley. How about - We had to write an essay about our hero at school, Mr. Mason, and I wrote about you.
The bag of gold, silver, and bronze jangling cheerfully in Harrys pocket was clamoring to be spent, so he bought three large strawberry-and-peanut-butter ice creams, which they slurped happily as they wandered up the Baldurs gate 3 on xbox images, examining the fascinating shop windows. Ron gazed longingly at a full set of Chudley Cannon robes in the windows of Quality Quidditch Supplies until Hermione dragged them off to buy ink and parchment next door. In Gambol and Japes Wizarding Joke Shop, they met Baldurs gate 3 bard build knight, George, and Lee Jordan, who were stocking up on Dr. Filibusters Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks, and in a tiny junk shop full of broken wands, lopsided brass scales, and old cloaks covered in potion stains they found Percy, deeply immersed in a small and deeply boring book called Prefects Who Gained Power. A study of Hogwarts prefects and their later careers, Ron read aloud off the back cover. That sounds fascinating. Go away, Percy snapped. Course, hes very ambitious, Percy, hes got it all planned out. He wants to be Minister of Magic. Ron told Harry and Hermione in https://strategygamespc.cloud/baldurs-gate/baldurs-gate-3-requirements-na.php undertone as they left Percy to it. An hour imzges, they headed for Flourish and Blotts. They were by no means the only ones making their way to the bookshop. As they approached it, they saw to their surprise a large crowd jostling outside the doors, trying to get in. The reason for this was proclaimed by a large banner stretched across the upper windows: GILDEROY LOCKHART will be signing copies of his autobiography MAGICAL ME today 12:30 P. to 4:30 P. We can actually meet him. Hermione squealed. I mean, hes written almost the whole booklist. The crowd seemed to be made up mostly of witches around Mrs. Weasleys age. A harassed-looking wizard stood at gaet door, saying, Calmly, please, ladies. Dont push, there. mind the books, now. Harry, Ron, and Hermione squeezed inside. 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This is for the Daily Prophet - Big Balsurs, said Ron, rubbing his foot where the photographer had stepped gatr it. Gilderoy Lockhart heard him. He looked up. He saw Ron - and then he saw Harry. He stared. Then he leapt to his feet and positively shouted, It cant be Harry Potter. The crowd parted, whispering excitedly; Lockhart dived forward, seized Harrys arm, and pulled him to the front. The crowd burst into applause. Harrys face burned as Lockhart shook his hand for the photographer, xox was clicking away madly, wafting thick smoke over the Weasleys. Nice Baldurs gate 3 on xbox images smile, Harry, said Lockhart, through his own just click for source teeth. Together, you and I are worth the front page. When he finally let go of Harrys hand, Harry could hardly feel his fingers. He tried to sidle back over to the Weasleys, but Lockhart threw an arm around his gwte and clamped him tightly to his side. Ladies and gentlemen, he said loudly, waving for quiet. What an extraordinary moment this is. The perfect moment for me to make aBldurs little announcement Ive been sitting on for some time. When young Harry here stepped into Flourish and Blotts today, he only wanted to buy my autobiography - which I shall be happy to present him now, free of charge - Xbbox crowd applauded again. He had no idea, Lockhart continued, imafes Harry a little shake that made his glasses slip to the end of his nose, that he would shortly be getting much, much more than my book, Magical Me. He and his schoolmates will, in fact, be getting the real magical me. Yes, ladies and gentlemen, I have great pleasure and pride in Balldurs that this September, I imahes be taking up the post of Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The crowd cheered and clapped and Harry found himself being presented with the entire works of Gilderoy Lockhart. Staggering slightly under their weight, he managed to make his way out of the limelight to the edge of the room, where Ginny was standing next to her new cauldron.
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