There was a loud BANG and Harry was soaring backward, hitting the ground hard again, and this time his wand flew out of his hand.
He could hear Hagrid yelling and Fang howling as Snape closed in and looked down on him where he lay, wandless and defenseless as Dumbledore had been. Snapes pale face, illuminated by the flaming cabin, was suffused with hatred just as it had been before he had cursed Dumbledore.
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Yeah, that fits, said Harry. Hed play up the pure-blood side so he could get in with Lucius Malfoy and the rest of them. Hes just like Voldemort.
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Malfoy took something to Borgin and Burkes for repair. No, Professor, he just wanted Borgin to tell him how to mend something, he didnt have it with him. But thats not the point, the thing is dek he bought something at the same time, and I think it was that necklace - You saw Malfoy leaving the shop with a similar package.
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The fact was that he had given the matter a great deal of thought over the past fortnight. Sometimes it seemed an insane idea, just as it had on the night Hermione had proposed it, but at learn more here, he had found himself thinking about the spells that had served him best in his various encounters with Dark creatures and Death Eaters - found himself, in fact, subconsciously planning lessons.
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She threw Greybacks wand back to him, then took a short silver knife from under her robes. She cut Hermione free from the other prisoners, then dragged her by the hair into the middle of the room, while Greyback forced the rest of them to shuffle across to another door, into a dark passageway, his wand held out in front of him, projecting an invisible and eize force.
Reckon shell let me have a bit of the girl when shes finished with her.
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What. said Ron and Hermione together, looking aghast. No, Harry - youve got to go and see Slughorn, remember.
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Harry took out his wand in case Malfoy leapt in and started at once. The minutes crept by. Hes late, maybe hes chickened out, Ron whispered. Then a noise in the next room made them jump.
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And Lucius Malfoy collapsed onto the hearth. Jets of light flew from Dracos, Narcissas, and Greybacks wands; Harry threw himself to the floor, rolling behind a sofa to avoid them. STOP OR SHE DIES. Panting, Harry peered around the edge of the sofa.
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At nightfall, repeated Voldemort. His red eyes fastened upon Snapes black ones with such intensity that some of the watchers looked away, apparently fearful that they themselves would be scorched by the ferocity of the gaze.
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I shall go and collect your examination paper, and I suggest that you go and have a nice lie down. Ill do that, said Harry, nodding vigorously. Thanks very much.
...By Goltir
Like Filchs filing cabinets at Hogwarts, it was full of folders, each labeled with a name. It was not until Harry reached the bottommost drawer that he saw something to distract him from his search: Mr. Weasleys file.
By JoJosho