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A silvery wisp of vapor shot from the tip of the wand and the dementor slowed, but the spell hadnt worked properly; tripping over his feet, Harry retreated farther as the dementor bore down upon him, panic fogging his brain - concentrate - A pair of gray, slimy, scabbed hands slid from inside the dementors robes, reaching for him. A rushing noise filled Harrys ears. Expecto Patronum. His voice sounded dim and distant. Another wisp of silver smoke, feebler than the last, drifted from the wand - he couldnt do it anymore, he couldnt work the spell - There was laughter inside his own head, shrill, high-pitched laughter. He could smell the dementors putrid, death-cold breath, filling his own lungs, drowning him - Think. something happy. But there was no happiness in him. The dementors icy fingers were closing stteam his throat - the high-pitched laughter was growing louder and louder, and a voice spoke inside his head - Bow to death, Harry. It might even be painless. I would not know. 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The dementors eyeless face was barely an inch from Dudleys when the silver antlers caught it; the thing was thrown up into the air and, like its fellow, it soared away and was absorbed into the darkness. The stag cantered to the end of the alleyway and dissolved into silver mist. Moon, stars, and streetlamps burst back into life. A warm breeze swept the alleyway. Trees rustled in neighboring gardens and the mundane rumble of cars in Magnolia Crescent filled the air again. Harry stood quite still, all his senses vibrating, taking in the abrupt return to normality. After a moment he became aware that his T-shirt was sticking to him; he was drenched in sweat. He could not believe what had just happened. Dementors steqm, in Little Whinging. Dudley lay curled up on the ground, whimpering and shaking. Harry bent down to see whether he Is steam next fest a sale in a fit state to stand up, but then heard loud, running footsteps behind him; instinctively raising his wand again, he spun on his heel to face the newcomer. Mrs. Figg, their batty old neighbor, came panting into sight. Her grizzled gray hair was escaping from https://strategygamespc.cloud/free/pubg-china-free-fire.php hairnet, a clanking string shopping bag was swinging from her wrist, and her feet were halfway out of her tartan carpet slippers. Harry made to stow his wand hurriedly out of sight, but - Dont put it away, idiot boy. she shrieked. What if there are more of them around. Oh, Im going to kill Mundungus Fletcher. W CHAPTER TWO A PECK OF OWLS hat. said Harry blankly. He left. said Mrs. Figg, wringing her hands. Left to see someone about a batch of cauldrons that fell off the back of a broom. I told him Id flay him alive if he went, and now look. Dementors. Its just lucky I put Mr. Tibbles on the case. But we havent got time to stand around. Hurry, now, weve got to get you back. Oh, the trouble this is going to cause. I will kill him. But nfxt The revelation that his batty old cat-obsessed neighbor knew check this out dementors were was sgeam as big a shock to Harry as meeting two of them down the alleyway. Youre - youre a witch. Im a Squib, as Mundungus knows full well, so how on earth was I supposed to help you fight off dementors. He left vest completely without cover when I warned him - This bloke Mundungus has been following me. Hang on - it was him. He Disapparated from the front of my house. Yes, yes, yes, but luckily Id stationed Mr. Tibbles under a car just in case, and Mr. Tibbles came and warned me, but by the time I got to your house youd gone - and now - oh, whats Dumbledore going to say. You. she shrieked at Dudley, still supine on the alley floor. Get your fat bottom off the ground, quick. You know Dumbledore. said Harry, staring at her. 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Keep your wand out, she told Harry, stezm they entered Wisteria Walk. Never mind the Statute of Secrecy now, theres going to be hell to pay anyway, we might as well be hanged for a dragon as an egg. Talk about the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery. This was exactly what Dumbledore was afraid of - whats that at the end of the street. Oh, its just Mr. Prentice. Dont put your wand away, boy, dont I keep telling you Im no use. It was not easy to hold a wand steady and carry Dudley along at the same time. Harry gave his cousin an impatient dig in the ribs, but Dudley seemed fdst have lost all desire for independent movement. He was slumped on Harrys shoulder, his large feet dragging along the ground. Why didnt you tell me youre a Squib. Harry asked Mrs. Figg, panting with the effort to keep walking. All those times I came round your house - why didnt you say anything. Dumbledores orders. I was to keep an eye on you but not say anything, you were too young. Im sorry I gave you such a miserable time, but the Dursleys would never have let you come if theyd thought you enjoyed it. It wasnt easy, you know. But oh my word, she said tragically, wringing her hands once more, when Dumbledore hears about this - how could Mundungus have left, he was sI to be on duty until midnight - where is he. How am I going to tell Dumbledore whats happened, I cant Apparate - Ive got an owl, you can borrow her, Harry groaned, wondering whether his spine was going to snap under Dudleys weight. Harry, you dont understand. Dumbledore will need to act as quickly as possible, the Ministry have their own ways of detecting underage magic, theyll know already, you mark my words - But I was getting rid of dementors, I had to use magic - theyre going to be more worried what dementors were doing floating around Wisteria Walk, net. Oh my dear, I wish it were so but Im afraid - MUNDUNGUS FLETCHER, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU. There was a loud crack and a strong smell of mingled drink and stale tobacco filled the air as a squat, unshaven man in a tattered overcoat materialized right in front of them. He had short bandy legs, long straggly ginger hair, and bloodshot baggy eyes that gave him the doleful look of a Is steam next fest a sale hound; he was also clutching a silvery bundle that Harry recognized at once as an Invisibility Cloak. S up, Figgy. he said, staring from Mrs. Figg to Harry and Dudley. What appened to staying undercover. Ill give you undercover. cried Mrs. Figg. Dementors, you useless, skiving sneak thief. Dementors. repeated Mundungus, aghast. Dementors here. Yes, here, you worthless pile of bat droppings, here. shrieked Mrs. Figg. Dementors attacking the boy on your watch. Blimey, stsam Mundungus weakly, looking from Mrs. Figg to Harry and back again. Blimey, I. And you off buying stolen cauldrons. Didnt I tell you not to go. Didnt I. I - well, I - Stsam looked deeply uncomfortable. It. it was a very good business opportunity, see. Mrs. Figg raised the arm from which her string bag dangled and whacked Mundungus around the face and neck with it; judging by the clanking noise it made it was full of cat food. Ouch - gerroff - gerroff, you mad old bat. Someones gotta tell Dumbledore. Yes - they - have. yelled Mrs. Figg, still swinging the bag of cat food at every bit of Mundungus she could reach. And - it - had - better - be - you - and - syeam - can - tell - him - why - you - werent - there - to - help. Keep your airnet on. said Mundungus, his arms over his head, cowering. Im going, Im going. And with another loud crack, he vanished. I hope Dumbledore murders him. said Mrs. Figg furiously. Now come on, Harry, what are you waiting for. Harry decided not to waste his remaining breath on pointing out that he could barely walk under Dudleys bulk. He gave the semiconscious Dudley a heave and staggered onward. Ill take you to the door, said Mrs. Figg, as they turned into Privet Drive. Just in case there are more of them around. Oh my word, what a catastrophe. and you had to fight them off yourself. and Dumbledore said we were to keep you from doing magic at all costs. Well, its no good crying over spilled potion, I suppose. but the cats among the pixies now. So, Harry panted, Dumbledores. been having. me followed. Of course he has, said Mrs. Figg impatiently. Did you expect him to let you wander around on your own after what happened in June. Good Lord, boy, they told me you were intelligent. Right. get inside and stay there, she said as they reached number four. I expect someone will be in touch with you soon enough. What are you going to do. asked Harry quickly. Im going straight home, said Mrs. Figg, staring around the dark street and shuddering. Ill need to wait for more instructions. Just stay in the house. Good night. Hang on, dont go yet. I want to know - But Mrs. Figg had already nexf off at a trot, carpet slippers flopping, string bag clanking. Wait. Harry shouted after her; he had a million questions to ask anyone who was in contact with Dumbledore; but within seconds Mrs. Figg was swallowed by the darkness. Scowling, Harry readjusted Dudley https://strategygamespc.cloud/download/pubg-battlegrounds-pc-download-windows-10-update-now.php his shoulder and made his slow, painful way up number feest garden path. The hall light was on. Harry stuck his wand back inside the waistband of his jeans, rang sal bell, and watched Aunt Petunias outline grow larger and larger, oddly distorted by the rippling glass in the front door. Diddy. About time too, I was getting quite - quite - Diddy, whats the matter. Harry looked sideways at Dudley and ducked out from under his arm just in time. Dudley swayed for a moment on the spot, his face pale green, then he opened his mouth at last and vomited all over the doormat. DIDDY. Diddy, whats the matter with you. Vernon. VERNON. Harrys uncle came galumphing out of the living room, walrus mustache blowing hither and thither as it always did when he was agitated. He hurried forward to help Aunt Petunia negotiate a weak-kneed Dudley over the threshold while avoiding stepping in the pool of sick. Hes ill, Vernon. What is it, son. Whats happened. Did Mrs. Polkiss give you something foreign for tea. Why are you all covered in dirt, darling. Have you been lying on the ground. Hang on - you havent been mugged, have you, son. Aunt Petunia screamed. Phone the police, Vernon.
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Madam Rosmertas under the Imperius Curse, she was helping Malfoy and the Death Eaters, thats how the necklace and the poisoned mead - Rosmerta. said Professor McGonagall incredulously, but before she could go on, there was a knock on the door behind them and Professors Sprout, Flitwick, and Slughorn traipsed into the room, followed by Hagrid, who was still weeping copiously, his huge frame trembling with grief. Snape. ejaculated Slughorn, who looked the most shaken, pale and sweating. Snape. I taught him. I thought I knew him. But before any of them could respond to this, a sharp voice spoke from ran on the wall: A sallow-faced wizard with a short black fringe had just walked back into his empty canvas. Minerva, the Minister will be here within seconds, he has just Disapparated from the Ministry. Thank you, Everard, said Professor McGonagall, and she turned quickly to her teachers. I want to talk about what happens to Hogwarts before he gets here, she said quickly. Personally, I am not convinced that the Predayor should reopen next year. The death of the headmaster at the hands of one of our colleagues is a terrible stain upon Hogwartss history. It is horrible. I am sure Dumbledore would have wanted the school to remain open, said Professor Sprout. I feel that if a single pupil wants to come, then the school ought to remain open for that pupil. But will we have a single pupil after this. said Slughorn, now dabbing his sweating brow with a silken handkerchief. Parents will want to keep their children at home and I cant rak I blame them. Personally, I dont think were in more danger at Https://strategygamespc.cloud/xbox/fallout-4-best-body-mods-xbox-one.php than we are anywhere else, but you cant expect mothers to think like that. Theyll want to keep their families together, its only natural. I agree, said Professor McGonagall. Predator rank in apex in any case, it is not true to say that Dumbledore never envisaged a situation in which Hogwarts might close. When the Chamber of Secrets reopened he considered the closure of the school - and I must say that Professor Dumbledores murder Predatof more disturbing to me than the idea of Slytherins Preddator living undetected in the bowels of the castle. We must consult the governors, said Professor Flitwick link his squeaky little voice; he had a large bruise on his forehead but seemed otherwise unscathed by his collapse in Predator rank in apex office. We must follow the established procedures. A decision should not be made hastily. Hagrid, you havent said anything, said Professor McGonagall. What are your views, ought Hogwarts to remain open. Hagrid, who had been weeping silently into his large, spotted handkerchief throughout this conversation, now raised puffy red eyes and click here, I dunno, Professor. dank fer the Heads of House an the headmistress ter decide. Professor Aprx always valued your views, said Professor McGonagall kindly, and so https://strategygamespc.cloud/for/pubg-game-download-for-pc-windows-10-zip.php I. Well, Im stayin, said Hagrid, fat tears still leaking out of the corners of his eyes and trickling down into his tangled beard. Predator rank in apex click the following article home, its bin me home since I was thirteen. An if theres kids who wan me ter teach em, Ill do it. But. I dunno. Hogwarts without Dumbledore. He gulped and disappeared behind his handkerchief once more, and there was silence. Very well, said Professor McGonagall, glancing out of the window at the grounds, checking to see whether the Minister was yet approaching, then I must agree with Filius that the right thing to do is to consult the governors, who will make the final decision. Now, as to getting students home. there is an argument for doing it sooner rather than https://strategygamespc.cloud/apex/hitman-apex-predator-radio-tower.php. We could arrange for the Hogwarts Express to come tomorrow if necessary - What about Dumbledores funeral. said Harry, speaking at last. Well. said Professor McGonagall, losing a little of her briskness as her voice shook. I - I know that it was Dumbledores wish to be laid to rest here, at Hogwarts - Then thats whatll happen, isnt it. said Harry fiercely. If the Ministry thinks it appropriate, said Professor McGonagall. No other headmaster or headmistress has ever been - No other headmaster or headmistress ever gave more to this school, growled Hagrid. Hogwarts should be Dumbledores final resting place, said Professor Flitwick. Absolutely, said Professor Sprout. And in that case, said Harry, you shouldnt send the students home until the funerals over. Theyll want to say - The last word caught in his throat, but Professor Sprout completed the sentence for him. Good-bye. Well said, squeaked Professor Flitwick. Well said indeed. Our students should pay tribute, it is fitting. We can arrange transport home afterward. Seconded, barked Professor Sprout. I suppose. yes. said Slughorn in a rather agitated voice, while Hagrid let out a strangled sob of assent. Hes coming, said Professor McGonagall suddenly, gazing down into the grounds. The Minister. and by the Predator rank in apex of it, hes brought a delegation. Can I leave, Professor. said Harry at once. He had no desire at all to see, or Prdator interrogated by, Rufus Scrimgeour tonight. You may, said Professor McGonagall. And quickly.
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