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As Harrys birthday dinner would have stretched the Burrows kitchen to breaking point even before the arrival of Charlie, Lupin, Tonks, and Hagrid, several tables were placed end to end in the garden. Fred and George bewitched a number of purple lanterns, all emblazoned with a large number 17, to hang in midair over the guests. Thanks to Mrs. Weasleys ministrations, Georges wound was neat and clean, but Harry was not phrase fallout 4 realistic bullets pity used to the dark hole in the side of his head, despite the twins many jokes about it. Hermione made purple and gold streamers erupt from the end of her wand and drape themselves artistically over the trees and bushes. Nice, said Ron, as with one final flourish of her wand, Hermione turned the leaves on the crabapple tree to gold. Youve really got an eye for that sort of thing. Thank you, Ron. said Hermione, looking both pleased and a little confused. Harry turned away, smiling to himself. He had a funny notion that he would find a chapter on compliments when he found time to peruse his copy of Twelve Fail-Safe Ways to Charm Witches; he caught Ginnys eye and grinned at her before remembering his promise to Ron and hurriedly striking up a conversation with Monsieur Delacour. Out of the way, out of the way. sang Mrs. Weasley, coming through the gate with what appeared to be a giant, beach-ball-sized Snitch floating in front of her. Seconds later Harry realized that it was his birthday cake, which Mrs. Weasley was suspending with her wand, rather than risk carrying it over the uneven ground. When the cake had finally landed in the middle of the table, Harry said, That looks amazing, Mrs. Weasley. Oh, its nothing, dear, she said fondly. Over her shoulder, Ron gave Harry the thumbs-up and mouthed, Good one. By seven oclock all Ok google скачать counter strike guests had arrived, led into the house by Fred and George, who had waited for them at the end of the lane. Hagrid had honored the occasion by wearing his best, and horrible, hairy brown suit. Although Lupin smiled as he shook Harrys hand, Harry thought he looked rather unhappy. It was all very odd; Tonks, beside him, looked simply radiant. Happy birthday, Harry, she said, hugging him tightly. Seventeen, eh. said Hagrid as he accepted a bucket-sized glass of wine from Fred. Six years ter the day since we met, Harry, dyeh remember it. Vaguely, said Harry, grinning up at him. Didnt you smash down the front door, give Dudley a pigs tail, and tell me I was a wizard. I forge the details, Hagrid chortled. All righ, Ron, Hermione. Were fine, said Hermione. How are you. Ar, not bad. Bin busy, we got some newborn unicorns, Ill show yeh when yeh get back - Harry avoided Rons and Hermiones gazes as Hagrid rummaged in his pocket. Here, Harry - couldn think what ter get yeh, but then I remembered this. He pulled out a small, slightly furry drawstring pouch with a long string, evidently intended to be worn around the neck. Mokeskin. Hide anythin in there an no one but the owner can get it out. Theyre rare, them. Hagrid, thanks. Snothin, said Hagrid with a wave of a dustbin-lid-sized hand. An theres Charlie. Always liked him - hey. Charlie. Charlie approached, running his hand slightly ruefully over his new, brutally short haircut. He was shorter than Ron, thickset, with a number of burns and scratches up his muscley arms. Hi, Hagrid, hows it going. Bin meanin ter write fer ages. Hows Norbert doin. Norbert. Charlie laughed. The Norwegian Ridgeback. We call her Norberta now. Wha - Norberts a girl. Oh yeah, said Charlie. How can you tell. asked Hermione. Theyre a lot more vicious, said Charlie. He looked over his shoulder and dropped his voice. Wish Dad would hurry up and get here. Mums getting edgy. They all looked over at Mrs. Weasley. She was trying to talk to Madame Delacour while glancing repeatedly at the gate. I think wed better start without Arthur, she called to the garden at large after a moment or two. He must have been held up at - oh. They all saw it at the same time: a streak of light that came link across the yard and onto the table, where it resolved itself into a bright silver weasel, which stood on its hind legs and spoke with Mr. Weasleys voice. Minister of Magic coming with me. The Patronus dissolved into thin air, leaving Fleurs family peering in astonishment at the place where it had vanished. We shouldnt be here, said Lupin at once. Harry - Im sorry - Ill explain another time - He seized Tonkss wrist and pulled her away; they reached the fence, climbed over it, and vanished from sight. Mrs. Weasley looked bewildered. The Minister - but why -. I dont understand - But there was no time to discuss the matter; a second later, Mr. Weasley had appeared out of thin air at the gate, accompanied by Rufus Scrimgeour, instantly recognizable by his mane of grizzled hair. The two newcomers marched across the yard toward the garden and the lantern-lit table, where everybody sat in silence, watching them draw closer. As Scrimgeour came within range of the lantern light, Harry saw that he looked much older than the last time they had met, scraggy and grim. Sorry to intrude, said Scrimgeour, as he limped to a halt before the table. Especially as I can see that I am gate-crashing a party. His eyes lingered for a moment on the giant Snitch cake. Many happy returns. Thanks, said Harry. I require a private word with you, Scrimgeour went on. Also with Mr. Ronald Weasley and Miss Hermione Granger. said Ron, sounding surprised. Why us. I shall tell you that when we are somewhere more private, said Scrimgeour. 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Scrimgeour sat himself in the sagging armchair that Mr. Weasley normally occupied, leaving Harry, Ron, and Hermione to squeeze side by side onto the sofa. Once they had done so, Scrimgeour spoke. I have some questions for the three of you, and I think it will be best if we do it individually. If you two - he pointed at Harry and Hermione - can wait upstairs, I will start with Ronald. Were not going anywhere, said Harry, while Hermione nodded vigorously. You can speak to us together, or not at all. Scrimgeour gave Harry a cold, appraising look. Harry had the impression that the Minister was wondering whether it was worthwhile opening hostilities this early. Very well then, together, he said, shrugging. He cleared his throat. I am here, as Im sure you know, because of Albus Dumbledores will. Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at one another. A surprise, apparently. You were not aware then that Dumbledore had left you anything. A-all of us. said Ron. Me and Hermione too. 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Scrimgeours eyes flickered toward him and away again as Harry spoke. So why have you decided to let us have our things now. Cant think of a pretext to keep them. No, itll be because the thirty-one days are up, said Hermione at once. They cant keep the objects longer than that unless they can prove theyre dangerous. Right. Would you say you were close to Dumbledore, Ronald. asked Scrimgeour, ignoring Hermione. Ron looked startled. Not - not really. It was always Harry who. Ron looked around at Harry and Hermione, to see Hermione giving him a stop-talking-now. sort of look, but the damage was done: Scrimgeour looked as though he had heard exactly what he had expected, and wanted, to hear. He swooped like a bird of prey upon Rons answer. If you were not very close to Dumbledore, how do you account for the fact that he remembered you in his will. He made exceptionally few personal bequests. The vast majority of his possessions - his private library, his magical instruments, and other personal effects - were left to Hogwarts. Why do you think you were singled out. dunno, said Ron. when I say we werent close. I mean, I think he liked me. Youre being modest, Ron, said Hermione. Dumbledore was very fond of you. This was stretching the truth to breaking point; as far as Harry knew, Ron and Dumbledore had never been alone together, and direct contact between them had been negligible. However, Scrimgeour did not seem to be listening. He put his hand inside his cloak and drew out a drawstring pouch much larger than the one Hagrid timer steam download given Harry. From it, he removed a scroll of parchment which he unrolled and read aloud. The Last Will and Testament of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore. Yes, here we are. To Ronald Bilius Weasley, I leave my Deluminator, in the hope that he will remember me when he uses it. Scrimgeour took from the bag an object that Harry had seen before: It looked something like a silver cigarette lighter, but it had, he knew, the power to suck all light from a place, and restore it, with a simple click. Scrimgeour leaned forward and passed the Deluminator to Ron, who took it and turned it over in his fingers, looking stunned. That is a valuable object, said Scrimgeour, watching Ron. It may even be unique. Certainly it is of Dumbledores own design. Why would he have left you an item so rare. Ron shook his head, looking bewildered. Dumbledore must have taught thousands of students, Scrimgeour persevered. Yet the only ones he remembered in his will are you three. Why is that. To what use did he think you would put his Deluminator, Mr. Weasley. Put out lights, I spose, mumbled Ron. What else could I do with it. Evidently Scrimgeour had no suggestions. After squinting at Ron for a moment or two, he turned back to Dumbledores will. To Miss Hermione Jean Granger, I leave my copy of The Tales of Beedle the Bard, in the hope that she will find it entertaining and instructive. Scrimgeour now pulled out of the bag https://strategygamespc.cloud/pubg/pubg-release-date-video.php small book that looked as ancient as the copy of Secrets of the Darkest Art upstairs. Its binding was stained and peeling in places. Hermione took it from Scrimgeour without a word. She held the book in her lap and gazed at it. Harry saw that the title was in runes; he had never learned to read them. As he looked, a tear splashed onto the embossed symbols. Why do you think Dumbledore left you that book, Miss Granger. asked Scrimgeour. He. he knew I liked books, said Hermione in a thick voice, mopping her eyes with her sleeve. But why that particular book. I dont know. He must have thought Id enjoy it. Did you ever discuss codes, or any means of passing secret messages, with Dumbledore. No, I didnt, said Hermione, still wiping her eyes on her sleeve. And if the Ministry hasnt found any hidden codes in this book in thirty-one days, I doubt that I will. She suppressed a sob. They were wedged together so tightly that Ron had difficulty extracting his arm to put it around Hermiones shoulders. Scrimgeour turned back to the will. To Harry James Potter, he read, and Harrys insides contracted with a sudden excitement, I leave the Snitch he caught in his first Quidditch match at Hogwarts, as a reminder of the rewards of perseverance and skill. As Scrimgeour pulled out the tiny, walnut-sized golden ball, its silver wings fluttered rather feebly, and Harry could not help feeling a definite sense of anticlimax. Why did Dumbledore leave you this Snitch. asked Scrimgeour. No idea, said Harry. For the reasons you just read out, I suppose. to remind me what you can get if you. persevere and whatever it was. You think this a mere symbolic keepsake, then. I suppose so, said Harry. What else could it be. Im asking the questions, said Scrimgeour, shifting his chair a little closer to the sofa. Dusk was really falling outside now; the marquee beyond the windows towered ghostly white over the hedge. I notice that your birthday cake is in the shape of a Snitch, Scrimgeour said to Harry. Why is that. Hermione laughed derisively. Oh, it cant be a reference to the fact Harrys a great Seeker, thats way too obvious, she said. There must be a secret message from Dumbledore hidden in the icing. I dont think theres anything hidden in the icing, said Scrimgeour, but a Snitch would be a very good hiding place for a small object. You know why, Im sure. Harry shrugged. Hermione, however, answered: Harry thought that answering questions correctly was such a deeply ingrained habit she could not suppress the urge. Because Snitches have flesh memories, she said. What. said Harry and Ron together; both considered Hermiones Quidditch knowledge negligible. Correct, said Scrimgeour. A Snitch is not touched by bare skin before it is released, not even by the maker, who wears gloves. It carries an enchantment by which it can identify the first human to lay hands upon it, in case of a disputed capture. This Snitch - he held up the tiny golden ball - will remember your touch, Potter. It occurs to me that Dumbledore, who had prodigious magical skill, whatever his other faults, might have enchanted this Snitch so that it will open only for you. Harrys heart was beating rather fast. He was sure that Scrimgeour was right. How could he avoid taking the Snitch with his bare hand in front of the Minister. You dont say anything, said Scrimgeour. Perhaps you already know what the Snitch contains. No, said Harry, still wondering how he could appear to touch the Snitch without really doing so.
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In both cases, somebody else took the blame, someone who had a clear memory of having caused the death - Hokey confessed. She remembered putting something in her mistresss cocoa that turned out not to be sugar, but a lethal and little-known poison, said Dumbledore. It was concluded that she had not meant to do it, but being old and confused - Voldemort modified her memory, just like he did with Morfin. Yes, that is my conclusion too, said Dumbledore. And, just as with Https://strategygamespc.cloud/xbox/steam-games-on-xbox-360.php, the Ministry was predisposed to suspect Hokey - - because she was a house-elf, said Harry. He had rarely felt more in sympathy with the society Hermione had set up, S. Precisely, said Dumbledore. She was old, she admitted to having tampered with the drink, and nobody at the Ministry bothered to inquire further. As in the case of Morfin, by the time I traced her and managed to extract this memory, her life was almost over - but her memory, of course, proves nothing except that Voldemort knew of the existence of the cup and the locket. By the time Hokey was convicted, Hepzibahs family had realized that two of her greatest treasures were missing. It took them a while to be sure of this, for she had many hiding places, having always guarded her collection most jealously. But before they were sure beyond doubt that the cup and the Hotel apex international jodhpur were both gone, the assistant who had worked at Borgin and Burkes, the young man who had visited Hepzibah so regularly and charmed her so well, had resigned his post and vanished. His superiors had no idea where he had gone; they were as surprised as anyone at his disappearance. And that was the last that was seen or heard of Tom Riddle for a very long time. 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Dumbledore stood and swept over to the cabinet where he now kept the Pensieve, but which then was click the following article of bottles. Having handed Voldemort a goblet of wine and poured one for himself, he returned to the seat behind his desk. So, Tom. to what do I owe the pleasure. Voldemort did not answer at once, but merely sipped his wine. They do not call me Tom anymore, he said. These days, I am known as - I know what you are known as, said Dumbledore, smiling pleasantly. But to me, Im afraid, you will always be Tom Riddle. It is one of the irritating things about old teachers. I am afraid that they never quite forget their charges youthful beginnings. He raised apex insurance menomonie wi glass as though toasting Voldemort, whose face remained expressionless. 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