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It felt very odd to be issuing instructions, but not nearly as odd as seeing them followed. Everybody got to their feet at once and divided up. Predictably, Neville was left partnerless. You can steam table food warmer with me, Harry told him. Right - on the count of three, then - one, two, three - The room was suddenly full of shouts of Expelliarmus!: Wands flew in all directions, missed spells hit books on shelves and sent them flying into the air. Harry was too quick for Neville, whose wand went spinning out of his hand, hit the ceiling in a shower of sparks, and landed with a clatter on top this web page a bookshelf, from which Harry retrieved it with a Summoning Charm. Glancing around he thought he had been right to suggest that they practice the basics first; there was a lot of shoddy spellwork going on; many people were not succeeding in disarming their opponents at all, but merely causing them to jump backward a few paces or wince as the feeble spell whooshed over them. Expelliarmus. said Neville, and Harry, caught unawares, felt his wand fly out of his hand. I DID IT. said Neville gleefully. Ive never done it before - I DID IT. Good one. said Harry encouragingly, deciding not to point out that in a real duel situation Nevilles opponent was unlikely to be staring in the opposite direction with his wand held loosely at his side. Listen, Neville, can you take it in turns to practice with Ron and Hermione for a couple of minutes so I can walk around and see how the rest are doing. Harry moved off into the middle of the room. Something very odd was happening to Zacharias Smith; every time he opened his mouth to disarm Anthony Goldstein, his own wand would fly out of his hand, yet Anthony did not seem to be making a sound. Harry did not have to look far for the solution of the mystery, however; Fred and George were several feet from Smith and taking it in turns to point their wands at his back. Sorry, Harry, said George hastily, when Harry caught his eye. Couldnt resist. Harry walked around the other pairs, trying to correct those who were doing the spell wrong. Ginny was teamed with Michael Corner; she was doing very well, whereas Michael was either very bad or unwilling to jinx her. Ernie Macmillan was flourishing his wand unnecessarily, giving his partner time to get in under his guard; the Creevey brothers were enthusiastic but erratic and mainly responsible for all the books leaping off the shelves around them. Luna Lovegood was similarly patchy, occasionally sending Justin Finch-Fletchleys wand spinning out of his hand, at other something rust game key to free excellent merely causing Warfare 1944 hair to stand on end. Okay, stop. Harry shouted. Stop. STOP. Continue reading need a whistle, he thought, and immediately spotted one lying on top of the nearest row of books. He caught it up and blew hard. Everyone lowered their wands. That wasnt bad, said Harry, but theres definite room for improvement. Zacharias Smith glared at him. Lets try again. He moved off around the room again, stopping here and there to make suggestions. Slowly the general performance improved. He avoided going near Cho and her friend for a while, but after walking twice around every other pair in the room felt he could not ignore them any longer. Oh no, said Cho rather wildly as he approached. Expelliarmious. I mean, Expellimellius. I - oh, sorry, Marietta. Her curly-haired friends sleeve had caught fire; Marietta extinguished it with her own wand and glared at Harry as though it was his fault. You made me nervous, I was doing all right before then. Cho told Harry ruefully. That was quite good, Harry lied, but when she raised her eyebrows he said, Well, no, it was lousy, but I know you can do it properly, I was watching from over there. She laughed. Her friend Marietta looked at them rather sourly and turned away. Dont mind her, Cho muttered. She doesnt really want to be here but I made her come with me. Her parents have forbidden her to do anything that might upset Umbridge, you see - her mum works for the Ministry. What about your parents. asked Harry. Well, theyve forbidden me to get on the wrong side of Umbridge too, said Cho, drawing herself up proudly. But if they think Im not going to fight You-Know-Who after what happened to Cedric - She broke off, looking rather confused, and an awkward silence fell between them; Terry Boots wand went whizzing past Harrys ear and click the following article Alicia Spinnet hard on the nose. Well, my father is very supportive of any anti-Ministry action. read article Luna Lovegood proudly from just behind Harry; evidently she had been eavesdropping on his conversation while Justin Finch-Fletchley attempted to disentangle himself from the robes that had flown up over his head. Hes always saying hed believe anything of Fudge, I mean, the number of goblins Fudge has had assassinated. And of course he uses the Department of Mysteries to develop terrible poisons, which he feeds secretly to anybody who disagrees with him. And then theres his Umgubular Slashkilter - Dont ask, Harry muttered to Cho as she opened her mouth, looking puzzled. She giggled. Hey, Harry, Hermione called from the other end of the room, have you checked the time. He looked down at his watch and received a shock - it was already ten past nine, which meant they needed to get back to their common rooms immediately please click for source risk being caught and punished by Filch for being out-ofbounds. He blew his whistle; everybody stopped shouting, Expelliarmus. and the last couple of wands clattered to the floor. Well, that was pretty good, said Harry, but weve overrun, wed better leave it here. Same time, same place next week. Sooner. said Dean Thomas eagerly and many people nodded in agreement. Angelina, however, said quickly, The Quidditch seasons about to start, we need team practices too. Lets say next Wednesday night, then, said Harry, and we can decide on additional meetings then. Come on, wed better get going. He pulled out the Marauders Map again and checked it carefully for signs of teachers on the seventh floor. He let them all leave in threes and fours, watching their tiny dots anxiously to see that they returned safely to their dormitories: the Hufflepuffs to the basement corridor source also led to the kitchens, the Ravenclaws to a tower on the west side of the castle, and the Gryffindors along the corridor to the seventh floor and the Fat Ladys portrait. That was really, really good, Harry, said Hermione, when finally it was just her, Harry, and Ron left. Yeah, it was. said Ron enthusiastically, as they slipped out of the door and watched it melt back into stone behind them. Did you see me disarm Hermione, Harry. Only once, said Hermione, stung. I got you loads more than you got me - I did not only get you once, I got you at least three times - Well, if youre counting the one where you tripped over your own feet and knocked the wand out of my hand - They argued all the way back to the common room, but Harry was not listening to them. He had one eye on the Marauders Map, but he was also thinking of how Cho had said he made her nervous. H CHAPTER NINETEEN THE LION AND THE SERPENT arry felt as though he were carrying some kind of talisman inside his chest over the following two weeks, a glowing secret that supported him through Umbridges classes and even made it possible for him to smile blandly as he looked into her horrible bulging eyes. He and the D. were resisting her under her very nose, doing the very thing that she and the Ministry most feared, and whenever he was supposed to be reading Wilbert Slinkhards book during her lessons he dwelled instead on satisfying memories of their most recent meetings, remembering how Neville had successfully disarmed Hermione, how Colin Creevey had mastered the Impediment Jinx after three meetings hard effort, how Parvati Patil had produced such a good Reductor Curse that she had reduced the table carrying all the Sneakoscopes to dust. He was finding it almost impossible to fix a regular night of the week for D. meetings, as they had to accommodate three separate Quidditch teams practices, which were often rearranged depending on the weather conditions; but Harry was not sorry about this, he had a feeling that it was probably better to keep the timing of their meetings unpredictable. If anyone was watching them, it would be hard to make out a pattern. Hermione soon devised a very clever method of communicating the time and date of the next meeting to all the members in case they needed to change it at short notice, because it would look so suspicious if people from different Houses were seen crossing the Great Hall to talk to each other too often. She gave each of the members of the D. a fake Galleon (Ron became very excited when he saw the basket at first, convinced that she was actually giving out gold). You see the numerals around the edge of the coins. Hermione said, holding one up for examination at the end of their fourth meeting. The coin gleamed fat and yellow in the light from the torches. On real Galleons thats just a serial number referring to the goblin who cast the coin. On these fake coins, though, the numbers will change to reflect the time and date of the next meeting. The coins will grow hot when the date changes, so if youre carrying them in a pocket youll be able to feel them. We take one each, and when Harry sets the date of the next meeting hell change the numbers on his coin, and because Ive put a Protean Charm on them, theyll all change to mimic his. A blank silence greeted Hermiones words. She looked around at all the faces upturned to her, rather disconcerted. Well - I thought it was a good idea, she said uncertainly, I mean, even if Umbridge asked us to turn out our pockets, theres nothing fishy about carrying a Galleon, is there. But. well, if you dont want to use them. You can do a Protean Charm. said Terry Boot. Yes, said Hermione. But thats. thats N. standard, that is, he said weakly. Oh, said Hermione, trying to look modest. Oh. well. yes, I suppose it is. How come youre not in Ravenclaw. he demanded, staring at Hermione with something close to wonder. With brains like yours. Well, the Sorting Hat did seriously consider putting me in Ravenclaw during my Sorting, said Hermione brightly, but it decided on Gryffindor in the end. So does that mean were using the Galleons. There was a murmur of assent and everybody moved forward to collect one from the basket. Harry looked sideways at Hermione. You know what these remind me of. No, whats that. The Death Eaters scars. Voldemort touches one of them, and all their scars burn, and they know theyve got to join him. Well. yes, said Hermione quietly. That is where I got the idea. but youll notice I decided to engrave the date on bits of metal rather than on our membersskin. Yeah. I prefer your way, said Harry, grinning, as he slipped his Galleon into his pocket. I suppose the only danger with these is that we might accidentally spend them. Fat chance, said Ron, who was examining his own fake Galleon with a slightly mournful air. I havent got any real Galleons to confuse it with. As the first Quidditch match of the season, Gryffindor versus Slytherin, drew nearer, their D. meetings were put on hold because Angelina insisted on almost daily practices. The fact that the Quidditch Cup had not been held for so long added considerably to the interest and excitement surrounding the forthcoming game. The Ravenclaws and Hufflepuffs were taking a lively interest in the outcome, for they, of course, would be playing both teams over the coming year; and the Heads of House of the competing teams, though they attempted to disguise it under a decent pretense of sportsmanship, were determined to see their sides victory. Harry realized how much Professor McGonagall cared about beating Slytherin when she abstained from giving them homework in the week leading up to the match. I think youve got enough to be getting on with at the moment, she said loftily. Nobody could quite believe their ears until she looked directly at Harry and Ron and said grimly, Ive become accustomed to seeing the Quidditch Cup in my study, boys, and I really dont want to have to hand it over to Professor Snape, so use the extra time to practice, wont you. Snape was no less obviously partisan: He had booked the Quidditch pitch for Slytherin practice so often that the Gryffindors had difficulty getting on it to play. He was also turning a deaf ear to the many reports of Slytherin attempts to hex Gryffindor players in the corridors. When Alicia Spinnet turned up in the hospital wing with her eyebrows growing so thick and fast that they obscured her vision and obstructed her mouth, Snape insisted that she must have attempted a Hair-Thickening Charm on herself and refused to listen to the fourteen eyewitnesses who insisted that they had seen the Slytherin Keeper, Miles Bletchley, hit her from behind with a jinx while she worked in the library. Harry felt optimistic about Gryffindors chances; they had, after all, never lost to Malfoys team. Admittedly Ron was still not performing to Woods standard, but he was working extremely hard to improve. His greatest weakness was a tendency to lose confidence when he made a blunder; if he let in one goal he became flustered and was therefore likely to miss more. On the other hand, Harry had seen Ron make some truly spectacular saves when he was on form: During one memorable practice, he had hung one-handed from his broom and kicked the Quaffle so hard away from the goal hoop that it soared the length of the pitch and through the center hoop at the other end. The rest of the team felt this save compared favorably with one made recently by Barry Ryan, the Irish International Keeper, against Polands top Chaser, Ladislaw Zamojski. Even Fred had said that Ron might yet make him and George proud, and that they were seriously considering admitting that he was related to https://strategygamespc.cloud/for/rust-game-for-pc-instructions.php, something he assured Ron they had been legends server status xbox to deny for four years. The only thing really worrying Harry was how much Ron was allowing the tactics of the Slytherin team to upset him before they even got onto the pitch. Harry, of course, had endured their snide comments for more than four years, so whispers of, Hey, Potty, I heard Warringtons sworn to knock you off your broom on Saturday, far from chilling his blood, made him laugh. Warringtons aims so pathetic Id be more worried if he was aiming for the person next to me, he retorted, which made Ron and Hermione laugh and wiped the smirk off Pansy Parkinsons face. But Ron had never endured a relentless campaign of insults, jeers, and intimidation. When Slytherins, some of them seventh years and considerably larger than he was, muttered as they passed in the corridors, Got your bed booked in the hospital wing, Weasley. he did not laugh, but turned a delicate shade of green. When Draco Malfoy imitated Ron dropping the Quaffle (which he did whenever they were within sight of each other), Rons ears glowed red and his hands shook so badly that he was likely to drop whatever he was holding at the time too. October extinguished itself in a rush of howling winds and driving rain and November arrived, cold as frozen iron, with hard frosts every morning and icy drafts that bit at exposed hands and faces. The skies and the ceiling of Warfare 1944 Great Hall turned a pale, pearly gray, the mountains around Hogwarts became snowcapped, and the temperature in the castle dropped so far that many students wore their thick protective dragon skin gloves in the corridors between lessons. The morning of the match dawned bright and cold. When Harry awoke he looked around at Rons bed and saw him sitting bolt upright, his arms around his knees, staring fixedly into space. You all right. said Harry. Ron nodded but did not speak. Harry was reminded forcibly of the time that Ron had accidentally put a slug-vomiting charm on himself. He looked just as pale and sweaty as he had done then, not to mention as reluctant to open his mouth. You just need some breakfast, Harry said bracingly. Cmon. The Great Hall was filling up fast when they arrived, the talk louder and the mood more exuberant than usual. As they passed the Slytherin table there was an upsurge of noise; Harry looked around and saw that nearly everyone there was wearing, in addition to the usual green-and-silver scarves and hats, silver badges in the shape of what seemed to be crowns. For some reason many of them waved at Ron, laughing uproariously. Harry tried to see what was written on the badges as he walked by, but he was too concerned to get Ron past their table quickly to linger long enough to read them. They received a rousing welcome at the Gryffindor table, where everyone was wearing red and gold, but far from raising Rons spirits the cheers seemed to sap the last of his morale; he collapsed onto the nearest bench looking as though he were facing his final meal. I mustve been mental to do this, he said in a croaky whisper. Mental. Dont be thick, said Harry firmly, passing him a choice of cereals. Youre going to be fine. Its normal to be nervous. Im rubbish, croaked Ron. Im lousy. I cant play to save my life. What was I thinking. Get a grip, said Harry sternly. Look at that save you made with your foot the other day, even Fred and George said it was brilliant - Ron turned a tortured face to Harry. That was an accident, he whispered miserably. I didnt mean to do it - I slipped off my broom when none of you were looking and I was trying to get click to see more on and I kicked the Quaffle by accident. Well, said Harry, recovering quickly from this unpleasant surprise, a few more accidents like that and the games in the bag, isnt it. Hermione and Ginny sat down opposite them wearing red-and-gold scarves, gloves, and rosettes. Howre you feeling. Ginny asked Ron, who was now staring into the dregs of milk at the bottom of his empty cereal bowl as though seriously considering attempting to drown himself in them. Hes just nervous, said Harry. Well, thats a good sign, I never feel you perform as well in exams if youre not a bit nervous, said Hermione heartily. Hello, said a vague and dreamy voice from behind them. Harry looked up: Luna Lovegood had drifted over from the Ravenclaw table.
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