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Weasley was slumped in a kitchen chair with his glasses off and his eyes closed. He was a thin man, going bald, but the little hair he had was as red as any of his childrens. He was wearing long green robes, which were dusty and travel-worn. What a night, he mumbled, groping for the teapot as they all sat down around him. Nine raids. Nine. And old Mundungus Fletcher tried to put a hex on me when I had my back turned. Weasley took a long gulp of tea and sighed. Find anything, Dad. said Fred eagerly. All I got were a few shrinking door keys and a biting kettle, yawned Mr. Weasley. There was some pretty nasty stuff that wasnt my department, though. Mortlake was taken away for questioning about some extremely odd ferrets, but thats the Committee on Experimental Charms, thank goodness. Why would anyone bother making door keys shrink. said George. Just Muggle-baiting, sighed Mr. Weasley. Sell them a steak that keeps shrinking to nothing so they Bwst never find it when they need it. Of course, its very hard to convict anyone because no Muggle would admit their key keeps shrinking - theyll insist they just keep losing it. Bless them, theyll go to any lengths to ignore magic, even if its staring them in the face. Beest the things our lot have taken to enchanting, you wouldnt believe - LIKE CARS, FOR INSTANCE. Mrs. Weasley had appeared, holding a long poker like a sword. Weasleys eyes jerked open. He stared guiltily at his wife. C-cars, Molly, dear. Yes, Arthur, cars, said Mrs. Weasley, her eyes flashing. Imagine a wizard buying a rusty old car and telling his wife all he wanted to do with it was take it apart to see how it worked, while really dheap was enchanting it to make it fly. Weasley blinked. Well, dear, I think youll find that he would be quite within the law to do that, even if - er - he maybe would have done better to, um, tell his wife the truth. Theres a loophole in the law, youll find. As long as he wasnt intending to fly the car, the fact that the car could fly wouldnt - Arthur Weasley, you made sure there was a loophole when you wrote that law. shouted Mrs. Weasley. Just so you could carry on tinkering with all that Muggle rubbish in your shed. And for your information, Harry arrived this morning in the car you werent intending to fly. Harry. said Mr. Weasley blankly. Harry who. He looked around, saw Harry, and jumped. Good lord, is it Harry Potter. Very pleased to meet you, Rons told us so much about - Your sons flew that car to Harrys house and back last night. shouted Mrs. Weasley. What have you got to say about that, eh. Chep you really. said Mr. Weasley eagerly. Did it go all right. I - I mean, he faltered as sparks flew click Mrs. Weasleys eyes, that - that was very wrong, boys - very wrong indeed. Lets leave them to it, Ron muttered to Harry as Mrs. Weasley swelled like a bullfrog. Come on, Ill show you my bedroom. 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Your Quidditch team. said Harry. The Chudley Cannons, said Ron, pointing at the orange bedspread, which was emblazoned with two giant black Cs and a speeding cannonball. Ninth in the league. Rons school spellbooks were stacked untidily in a corner, next to a pile of comics that all seemed to feature The Adventures of Martin Miggs, the Mad Muggle. Rons magic wand was lying on top of a fish tank full of frog spawn on the windowsill, next to his fat gray rat, Scabbers, who was snoozing in a patch of sun. Harry stepped over a pack of Self-Shuffling playing cards on the floor and looked out of the tiny window. In the field far below he could see a gang of gnomes sneaking one by one back through the Weasleys hedge. Then he turned to look at Ron, who was watching him almost nervously, as though waiting for his opinion. Its a bit small, said Ron quickly. Not like that room you had with the Muggles. And Im right underneath the ghoul in the attic; hes always banging on the pipes and groaning. But Harry, grinning widely, said, This is the best house Ive ever been in. Rons ears went Bewt. L CHAPTER FOUR AT FLOURISH AND BLOTTS ife at the Burrow was as different as possible from life on Privet Drive. The Dursleys liked everything neat and ordered; the Weasleys house burst with the strange and unexpected. Harry cheqp a shock the first time he looked in the mirror over the kitchen mantelpiece and it shouted,Tuck your shirt in, scruffy. The ghoul in the attic howled and dropped pipes whenever he felt things were getting too quiet, and small explosions from Fred and Georges bedroom were considered perfectly normal. What Harry found most https://strategygamespc.cloud/game/steam-games-in-ps5.php about life at Rons, however, wasnt the talking mirror or Besh clanking ghoul: It was the fact that everybody there seemed to like him. Mrs. Weasley fussed over the state of his socks and tried to force him to eat fourth helpings at every meal. Weasley liked Harry to sit next to him at the dinner table so that he could bombard him with questions about life with Muggles, asking him to explain how things like plugs and the postal service worked. Fascinating. he would say as Harry talked him through using a telephone. Ingenious, really, how many ways Muggles have found of getting along without magic. Harry heard from Hogwarts one sunny morning about a week after he had arrived at the Burrow. He and Ron went down to breakfast to find Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and Ginny already sitting at the kitchen table. The moment she saw Harry, Ginny accidentally knocked her porridge bowl to the floor with a loud clatter. Ginny seemed very prone to knocking things over whenever Harry entered a room. She dived under the table to retrieve the bowl and emerged with her face glowing like the setting sun. Pretending he hadnt noticed this, Harry sat down and took the toast Mrs. Weasley offered him. Letters from school, said Mr. Weasley, passing Harry and Ron identical envelopes of yellowish parchment, addressed in green ink. Dumbledore already knows youre here, Harry - doesnt miss a trick, that man. You twove got them, too, he added, as Fred and George ambled in, still in their pajamas. Xheap a few minutes there was silence as they all read their letters. Harrys told him to catch the Hogwarts Express as usual from Kings Cross station on September first. There was also a list of the new books hed need for the coming year. SECOND-YEAR STUDENTS WILL REQUIRE: The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 2 by Miranda Goshawk Break with a Banshee by Gilderoy Lockhart Gadding with Ghouls by Gilderoy Lockhart Holidays with Hags by Gilderoy Lockhart Travels with Trolls by Gilderoy Lockhart Voyages with Vampires by Gilderoy Lockhart Wanderings with Werewolves by Gilderoy Lockhart Year with the Yeti by Gilderoy Lockhart Fred, who had finished his own list, peered stdam at Harrys. Youve been told to get all Lockharts books, too. he said. The new Defense Keyx the Dark Arts teacher must be a fan - bet its a witch. At this point, Fred caught his mothers eye and quickly busied himself with the marmalade. That lot wont come cheap, said George, with a quick look at his parents. Lockharts books are really expensive. Well, well manage, said Mrs. Weasley, but she looked worried. I expect well be able to pick up a lot of Ginnys things secondhand. Oh, are you starting at Hogwarts this year. Harry asked Ginny. She nodded, blushing to the roots of her flaming hair, and put her elbow in the butter dish. Fortunately no steaj saw this except Harry, because just then Rons elder brother Percy walked in. He was already dressed, his Hogwarts prefect learn more here pinned to his sweater vest. Morning, all, said Percy briskly. Lovely day. He sat down in the only remaining chair but leapt up again almost immediately, pulling from underneath him a molting, gray feather duster - at least, that was what Harry thought it was, until he saw that it was breathing. Errol. said Ron, taking the limp owl Bset Percy and extracting a letter from under its wing. Finally - hes got Hermiones answer. I wrote to her saying we were going to try and rescue you from the Dursleys. He carried Errol to a perch just inside the back door and tried to stand him on it, but Errol flopped straight off again so Ron laid him on the draining board instead, muttering, Pathetic. Then he ripped open Hermiones letter and read it out loud: Dear Ron, and Harry if youre there, I hope everything went all right and that Harry is okay and that you didnt do anything illegal to get him out, Ron, because that would get Harry into trouble, too. Ive been really worried and if Harry is all right, will you please let me know at once, but perhaps it would be better if you used a different owl, because I think another delivery might finish your one off. Im very busy with schoolwork, of course - How can she be. said Ron in horror. Were on vacation. - and were going to London next Wednesday to buy my new books. Why dont we meet in Diagon Alley. Let me know whats happening as cneap as you can. Love from Hermione. Well, that fits in nicely, we can go and get all your things then, too, said Mrs. Weasley, starting to clear the table. Whatre you all up to today. Harry, Ron, Fred, and George were planning to go up the hill to a small paddock the Weasleys owned. It was surrounded by trees that blocked it from view of the village below, meaning that they could practice Quidditch there, as long as they didnt fly too high. 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Bill was the oldest Weasley brother. He and the next brother, Charlie, had already left Hogwarts. Harry had never met either of them, but knew that Charlie was in Romania studying dragons and Bill in Egypt working for the wizards bank, Gringotts. Dunno how Mum and Dad are going to afford all our school stuff this year, said George after a while. Five sets of Lockhart books. And Ginny needs robes and a sgeam and everything. Harry said nothing. He felt a bit awkward. Stored in an underground vault at Gringotts in London was a small fortune that his parents had left him. Of course, it was only in the Wizarding world that he had money; you couldnt use Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts in Muggle shops. He had never mentioned his Gringotts bank account to the Dursleys; he didnt think their horror of anything connected with magic would stretch to a large pile of gold. Mrs. Weasley woke them all early the following Wednesday. After a quick half a dozen bacon sandwiches each, they pulled on their coats and Mrs. Weasley took a flowerpot off the kitchen mantelpiece and peered inside. Were running low, Arthur, she sighed. Well have to buy some more today. Ah well, guests first. After you, Harry dear. And she offered him the flowerpot. Harry stared at them all watching him. W-what am I supposed to do. he stammered. Hes never traveled by Floo powder, said Ron suddenly. Sorry, Harry, I forgot. Never. said Mr. Weasley. But how did you get to Diagon Alley to buy your school things last year. I went on the Underground - Really. said Mr. Weasley eagerly. Were there escapators. How exactly - Not now, Arthur, said Mrs. Weasley. Floo powders a lot quicker, dear, but goodness me, if youve never used it before - Hell be all right, Mum, said Fred. Harry, watch us first. He took a pinch of glittering powder out of the flowerpot, stepped up to the fire, and threw the powder into the flames. With a roar, the fire turned emerald green and rose higher than Fred, who stepped right into it, shouted, Diagon Alley. and vanished. You must speak clearly, dear, Mrs. Brst told Harry as George dipped his hand into the flowerpot. And be sure to get out at the right grate. The right what. said Harry nervously as the fire roared and whipped George out of sight, too. Well, there are an awful lot of wizard fires to choose from, you know, but as long as youve spoken clearly - Hell be fine, Molly, dont fuss, said Mr. Weasley, helping himself to Floo powder, too. But, dear, if he got lost, how would we ever explain to his aunt and uncle. They wouldnt mind, Harry reassured her. Dudley would https://strategygamespc.cloud/counter-strike/counter-strike-premium.php it was a brilliant joke if Https://strategygamespc.cloud/apex-legends/apex-legends-maps-by-size.php got lost up a chimney, dont worry about that - Well. all right. you go after Arthur, said Mrs. Weasley. Cjeap, when you get into the fire, say where youre going - And keep your elbows tucked in, Ron advised. And your eyes shut, said Mrs. Weasley. The soot - Dont fidget, said Ron. Or you might well fall out of the wrong fireplace - But dont panic and get out too early; wait until you see Fred and George. Trying hard to bear all this in mind, Harry took a pinch of Floo powder and walked to the edge of the fire. Xheap took a deep breath, scattered the powder into the flames, and stepped forward; the fire felt like a warm breeze; he opened his mouth and immediately swallowed a lot of hot ash. D-Dia-gon Alley, he coughed. It felt stdam though he were being sucked down a giant drain. He seemed to be spinning very fast - the roaring in his ears was deafening - he tried to keep his eyes open but the whirl of green flames made him feel sick - something hard Bestt his elbow and he tucked it in tightly, still spinning and spinning - now it felt as though cold hands were slapping his face - squinting through his glasses he saw a blurred stream of fireplaces and snatched glimpses of the rooms beyond - his bacon sandwiches were churning inside him - he closed his eyes again wishing it would stop, and then - He fell, face forward, onto cold stone and felt the bridge of his glasses snap. Dizzy and bruised, covered in soot, he got gingerly to his feet, holding his broken glasses up to his eyes. He was quite alone, but where he was, he had no idea. All he could tell was that he was standing in the stone fireplace of what looked like a large, dimly lit wizards shop - but nothing in here was ever likely to be on a Hogwarts school list. 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Malfoy bent down to examine a shelf full of skulls. everyone thinks kkeys so smart, wonderful Potter with his scar and his broomstick - Kegs have told me this at least a dozen times already, said Mr. Malfoy, with a quelling look at his son. And I would remind you that it is not - prudent - to appear less than fond of Harry Potter, not when most of our kind regard him as the hero who made the Dark Lord disappear - ah, Mr. Borgin. A stooping man had appeared behind the counter, smoothing his greasy hair back from his face.
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Noticing that it Steampunk style office rather thicker than usual, Harry slit open the envelope, pulled out the first page of parchment within, and read: Dear Mr. Potter, Please note that the new school year will begin on September the first. The Hogwarts Express will leave from Kings Cross station, platform nine and three-quarters, at eleven oclock. Third years are permitted to visit the village of Hogsmeade on certain weekends. Please give the enclosed permission form to your parent or guardian to sign. A list of books for next year is enclosed. Yours sincerely, Deputy Headmistress Harry pulled out the Hogsmeade permission form and looked at it, no longer grinning. It would be wonderful to visit Hogsmeade on weekends; he knew it was an entirely wizarding village, and he had never set foot there. But how on earth was he going to persuade Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia to sign the form. He looked over at the alarm clock. It was now two oclock in the morning. Deciding that hed worry about the Hogsmeade form when he woke up, Harry got back into bed and reached up to cross off another day on the chart hed made for himself, counting down the days left until his return to Hogwarts. Then he took off his glasses and lay down, eyes open, facing his three birthday cards. Extremely unusual though he was, at that moment Harry Potter felt just like everyone else - glad, for the first time in his life, that it was his birthday. H CHAPTER TWO AUNT MARGES BIG MISTAKE arry went down to breakfast the next morning to find the three Dursleys already sitting around the kitchen table. They were watching a brand-new television, a welcome-home-for-the-summer present for Dudley, who had been complaining loudly about the long walk between the fridge and the television in the living room. Dudley had spent most of the summer in the kitchen, his piggy little eyes fixed on the screen and his five chins wobbling as he ate continually. Harry sat down between Dudley and Uncle Vernon, a large, beefy man with very little neck and a lot of mustache. Far from wishing Harry a happy birthday, none of the Dursleys made any sign that they had noticed Harry enter the room, but Harry was far too used to this to care. He helped himself to a piece of toast and then looked up at the reporter on the television, who was halfway through a report on an escaped convict:. The public is warned that Black is armed and extremely dangerous. A special hot line has been set up, and any sighting of Black should be reported immediately. No need to tell us hes no good, snorted Uncle Vernon, staring over the top of his newspaper at the prisoner. Look at the state of him, the filthy layabout. Look at his hair. He shot a nasty look sideways at Harry, whose untidy hair had always been a source of great annoyance to Uncle Vernon. Compared to the man on the television, however, whose gaunt face was surrounded by a matted, elbowlength tangle, Harry felt very well groomed indeed. The reporter had reappeared. The Ministry of Agriculture and Fisheries will announce today - Hang on. barked Uncle Vernon, staring furiously at the reporter. You didnt tell us where that maniacs escaped from. What use is that.
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