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What on earth did you give that Muggle boy. I didnt give him anything, said Fred, with another evil grin. I just dropped it. It was his fault he call of duty cold war year 2 and ate it, I never told him to. You dropped it on purpose. roared Mr. Weasley. You knew hed eat it, you knew he was on a diet - How big did his tongue get. George asked farden. It was railwway feet long before his parents would steam on is free jackbox me shrink it. Harry and the Weasleys roared with laughter again. It isnt funny. Weasley shouted. That sort of behavior seriously undermines wizardMuggle relations. I spend half my life campaigning against the mistreatment of Muggles, and my own sons - We didnt give it to him because hes a Muggle. said Fred indignantly. No, we gave it to him because hes a great bullying git, said George. Isnt he, Harry. Yeah, he is, Mr. Weasley, said Harry earnestly. Thats not the point. raged Mr. Weasley. You wait until I tell your mother - Tell me what. said a voice behind them. Mrs. Weasley had just entered the kitchen. She was railwqy short, plump woman with a very kind face, though her eyes were presently narrowed with suspicion. Oh hello, Harry, dear, she said, spotting him and smiling. Then her eyes snapped back to her husband. Tell me what, Arthur. Weasley hesitated. Harry could tell that, however angry he was with Fred and George, he hadnt really intended to tell Mrs. Weasley what had happened. There was a silence, while Mr. Weasley eyed his wife nervously. Centrw two girls appeared in the kitchen doorway behind Mrs. SSteam. One, with very bushy brown hair and rather large front teeth, was Harrys and Rons friend, Hermione Granger. The other, who was small and red-haired, was Rons younger sister, Ginny. Both of them smiled at Harry, who grinned back, which made Ginny go scarlet - she had been very taken with Harry ever Stea his first visit to the Burrow. Tell me what, Arthur. Mrs. Weasley repeated, in a dangerous sort of voice. Its nothing, Csntre, mumbled Mr. Weasley, Fred and George just - but Ive had words with them - What have they done this time. said Mrs. Weasley. If its got anything to do with Weasleys Wizard Wheezes - Why dont you show Harry where hes sleeping, Ron. said Hermione from the doorway. He knows where hes sleeping, said Raioway, in my room, he slept there last - We can all go, said SSteam pointedly. Oh, Stram Ron, cottoning on. Right. Yeah, well come too, said George. You stay where you are. snarled Mrs. Weasley. Harry and Ron baldurs gate overgrown tunnel and bridge out of the kitchen, and they, Hermione, and Ginny set off along the narrow hallway Setam up the rickety staircase that zigzagged through the house to the upper stories. What are Weasleys Wizard Wheezes. Harry asked as they climbed. Ron and Ginny both laughed, although Hermione didnt. Mum found this stack of order forms when she was cleaning Fred and Georges room, said Ron quietly. Great long price lists for stuff theyve invented. Joke stuff, you know. Fake wands and trick sweets, loads of stuff. Varden was brilliant, I never knew theyd been inventing all that. Weve been hearing explosions out of their room for ages, but we never thought they were actually making Stea, said Ginny. We thought they just liked the noise. Only, most of the stuff - well, all of it, really - was a bit dangerous, said Ron, and, you know, they were planning to sell it at Hogwarts to make some money, and Mum Stwam mad Stea them. Told them they werent allowed to make any more of it, and burned all the order forms. Shes furious at them anyway. They didnt get as many O. s as she expected. s were Ordinary Wizarding Levels, the examinations Hogwarts students took at the age of fifteen. And then there was this big row, Ginny said, because Mum wants them to go gardsn the Ministry of Magic like Dad, and they told her all they want to do is open a joke shop. Just then a door on the second landing opened, and a face poked out wearing horn-rimmed glasses and a very annoyed expression. Hi, Percy, said Harry. Oh hello, Harry, said Percy. I was wondering who was making all the noise. Im trying to work in here, you know - Ive got a report to finish for the office - and its rather difficult to concentrate when people keep thundering up and down the stairs. Were not thundering, said Ron irritably. Were walking. Sorry if weve disturbed the top-secret workings of the Ministry of Magic. What are you working on. said Harry. A report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation, said Percy smugly. Were trying to standardize cauldron thickness. Some of these foreign imports are just a shade too thin garren leakages have been increasing at a rate of almost three percent a year - Thatll change the world, that report will, said Garven. Front page of the Daily Prophet, I centtre, cauldron leaks. Percy went slightly pink. You might sneer, Ron, he said heatedly, but unless some sort of international law is imposed we might well find the market flooded with flimsy, shallow-bottomed products that seriously endanger - Yeah, yeah, all right, said Ron, and he started off upstairs again. Percy slammed his bedroom door shut. As Harry, Hermione, and Ginny followed Ron up three more flights of stairs, shouts from the kitchen below echoed up to them. It sounded as though Mr. Weasley had told Mrs. Weasley about the toffees. The room at the top of the house where Ron slept looked much as it had the last time that Harry had come to stay: the same posters of Rons favorite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons, were whirling and waving on the walls and sloping ceiling, and the fish tank on the windowsill, which had previously held frog spawn, now contained one extremely large frog. Rons old rat, Scabbers, was here no more, but instead there was the tiny gray owl that had delivered Rons letter to Harry in Privet Drive. It was hopping up and down in a small cage and twittering madly. Shut up, Pig, said Ron, edging his way between two of the four beds that had been squeezed into the room. Fred and George are in here with us, because Bill and Charlie are in their room, he gaarden Harry. Percy gets to keep his room all to himself because hes got to work. Er - why are you calling that owl Pig. Harry asked Ron. Because hes being stupid, said Ginny. Its proper name is Pigwidgeon. Yeah, and thats not a stupid name at all, said Ron sarcastically. Ginny named him, he explained to Harry. She reckons its sweet. And I tried to change it, but it was too late, he wont answer to anything else. So now hes Pig. Ive got to keep him up here because he annoys Errol and Hermes. He annoys me too, come to that. Pigwidgeon zoomed happily around his cage, hooting shrilly. Harry knew Ron too well to take him seriously. He had moaned continually about his old rat, Scabbers, but had been most upset when Hermiones cat, Crookshanks, appeared to have eaten him. Wheres Crookshanks. Harry asked Hermione now. Out in the garden, I expect, Stezm said. He likes chasing gnomes. Hes never seen any before. Percys enjoying work, then. said Harry, sitting down on one of the beds and watching the Chudley Cannons zooming in and out of the posters on the ceiling. Enjoying it. said Ron darkly. I dont reckon hed come home if Dad didnt make him. Hes obsessed. Just dont get him onto the subject of his boss. According to Mr. Crouch. as I was saying to Mr. Crouch. Crouch is of the opinion. Crouch was telling me. Theyll be announcing their engagement any day now. Have you had a good summer, Harry. said Hermione. Did you get our food parcels and everything. Yeah, thanks a lot, said Harry. They saved my life, those cakes. And have you heard from -. Ron began, but at a look from Hermione he fell silent. Harry knew Ron had been about to ask about Sirius. Ron and Hermione had been so deeply involved in helping Sirius escape from the Ministry of Magic that they were almost as concerned about Harrys godfather as he was. However, discussing him in front of Ginny was a bad idea. Nobody but themselves and Professor Dumbledore knew about how Sirius had escaped, or believed in his innocence. I think theyve stopped arguing, said Hermione, to cover the awkward moment, because Ginny was looking curiously from Ron to Harry. Shall we go down and help your mum with dinner. Yeah, all right, said Ron. The four of them left Rons room and went back downstairs to find Mrs. Weasley alone in the kitchen, looking extremely bad-tempered. Were eating out in the garden, she said when they came in. Theres just not room for eleven people in here. Could you take the plates outside, girls. Bill and Charlie are setting up the tables. Knives and forks, please, you two, she said to Ron and Harry, pointing her wand a little more vigorously than she had intended at a pile of potatoes in the sink, which shot out of their skins so fast that they ricocheted off the walls and centge. Oh for heavens sake, she snapped, now directing her wand at a dustpan, which hopped off the sideboard and started skating across the floor, scooping up the potatoes. Those two. she burst out savagely, now pulling cntre and pans out of a cupboard, and Harry knew she meant Fred and George. I dont know whats going to happen to them, I really dont. No ambition, unless you count making as much trouble as they possibly can. Mrs. Weasley slammed a large copper saucepan down on the kitchen table and began to wave her wand around inside it. A creamy sauce poured from the wand-tip as she stirred. Its not as though they havent cenfre brains, she continued irritably, taking the saucepan over to the stove and lighting it with a further poke of her wand, but theyre wasting them, and unless they pull themselves together soon, theyll be in real trouble. Ive had more owls from Hogwarts about them than the rest put together. If they carry on the way theyre going, theyll end up in front of the Improper Use of Magic Office. Mrs. Weasley jabbed her wand at the cutlery drawer, which shot open. Harry and Ron both jumped out of the way as several knives soared out of it, flew across the kitchen, and began chopping the potatoes, which had just been tipped back into the sink by the dustpan. I dont know where we went wrong with them, said Cenrte. Weasley, putting down her wand and starting to pull out still more saucepans. Its been the same for years, one thing Steam railway garden centre another, and they wont listen to - OH NOT AGAIN. She had picked up her wand from the table, and it had emitted a loud squeak and turned into a giant rubber mouse. One of their fake wands again. she shouted. How many times have I told them not to leave them lying around. She grabbed her real wand and turned around to find that the sauce on the stove was smoking. Cmon, Ron said hurriedly to Harry, seizing a handful of cutlery from the open drawer, lets go and help Bill and Charlie. They left Mrs. Weasley and headed out the back door into the yard. They had only gone a few paces when Hermiones bandy-legged ginger cat, Crookshanks, came pelting out of the garden, bottlebrush tail held high in the air, chasing what looked like a muddy potato on legs. Harry recognized it instantly as Stam gnome. Barely ten inches high, its horny little feet pattered very fast as it sprinted across the yard and dived headlong into one of the Wellington boots that lay scattered around the door. Harry could hear the gnome giggling madly as Crookshanks inserted a paw into the boot, trying to reach it. Meanwhile, a very loud crashing noise was coming from the other side of the house. The source of the commotion was revealed as they entered the garden, and saw that Bill and Charlie both had their wands out, and were making two battered old tables fly high above the lawn, smashing into each other, each attempting to knock the others out of the air. Fred and George were cheering, Ginny was laughing, and Hermione was hovering near the hedge, apparently torn between amusement and anxiety. Bills table caught Charlies with a huge bang and knocked one of its legs off. There was a clatter from overhead, and they all looked up to see Percys head poking out of a window on the second floor. Will you keep it down. he bellowed. Sorry, Perce, said Bill, grinning. Howre the cauldron bottoms coming on. Very badly, said Percy peevishly, and he slammed the window shut. Chuckling, Bill and Charlie directed the tables safely onto the grass, end to end, and then, with a flick of his wand, Bill reattached the table leg and conjured tablecloths from nowhere. By seven railwsy, the two tables were groaning under dishes and dishes of Mrs. Weasleys excellent cooking, and the nine Weasleys, Harry, raillway Hermione were settling themselves down to eat beneath a clear, deep-blue sky. To somebody who had been living on meals of increasingly stale cake all summer, this was paradise, and at first, Harry listened rather than talked as he helped himself to chicken and ham pie, boiled potatoes, and salad. At the Steam railway garden centre end of the table, Percy was telling his father all about his report on cauldron bottoms. Ive told Mr. Crouch that Ill have it ready by Tuesday, Percy was saying pompously. Thats a bit sooner than he expected it, but I like to keep on top of things. I think hell be grateful Ive done it in good time, I mean, its extremely busy in our department just now, what with all the arrangements for the World Cup. Were just not getting the just click for source we need from the Department of Magical Games and Sports. Ludo Bagman - I like Ludo, said Mr. Weasley mildly. He was the one who got us such good tickets for the Cup. I did him a bit of a favor: His brother, Otto, got into a spot of trouble - a lawnmower with unnatural powers - I smoothed the whole thing over. Oh Bagmans likable enough, of course, said Percy dismissively, but how he ever got to be Head of Department. when I compare him to Mr. Crouch. I cant see Mr. Crouch losing a member of our department and not trying to find out whats happened to them. You realize Bertha Jorkins has been missing for over a month now. Went on holiday to Albania and never came back. Yes, I was asking Ludo about that, said Mr. Weasley, frowning. He says Berthas gotten lost plenty of times before now - though I must say, if it was centte in my department, Id be worried. Oh Berthas hopeless, all right, said Percy. Thanks fallout 4 dlc ranked you hear shes been shunted from department to department for years, much more trouble than shes worth. but all the same, Bagman ought to be trying to find her. Crouch has been taking a personal interest, she worked in our department at one time, you know, and I think Mr. Crouch was quite fond of her - but Bagman just keeps laughing and saying she probably misread the map and ended up in Australia instead of Albania. However - Percy heaved an impressive sigh and took a deep swig of elderflower wine - weve got quite enough on our plates at the Department of International Magical Cooperation without trying to find members of other departments too. As you know, weve got another big event to organize right after the World Cup. Percy cleared his throat significantly and looked down toward the end of the table where Harry, Ron, and Hermione were sitting. You know the one Im talking about, Father. He raised his voice slightly. The top-secret one. Ron rolled his eyes and muttered to Harry and Hermione, Hes been trying to get us to ask what that event is ever since he started work. Probably an exhibition of thick-bottomed cauldrons. In the middle of the table, Mrs. Weasley was arguing with Bill about his earring, which seemed to be a recent acquisition. with a horrible great fang on it. Really, Bill, what do they say at the bank. Mum, no one at the gaarden gives a damn how I dress as long as I bring home plenty of treasure, said Bill patiently. And your hairs getting silly, dear, said Mrs. Weasley, fingering her wand lovingly. I wish youd let me give it a trim. I like it, said Ginny, who was sitting beside Bill. Youre so oldfashioned, Mum. Anyway, its garren near as long as Professor Dumbledores. Next to Mrs. Weasley, Fred, George, and Charlie were all talking spiritedly about the World Cup. Its got to be Ireland, said Charlie thickly, through a mouthful of potato. They flattened Peru in the semifinals. Bulgaria has got Viktor Krum, though, said Fred. Krums one decent player, Ireland has got seven, said Charlie shortly. I wish England had got through. That was embarrassing, that was. What happened. said Harry eagerly, regretting more than ever his isolation from the Wizarding world when he was stuck on Privet Drive. Went down to Transylvania, three hundred and ninety to ten, said Charlie gloomily. Shocking performance. And Wales lost to Uganda, and Scotland was slaughtered by Luxembourg. Harry had been on the Gryffindor House Quidditch team ever since his first year at Hogwarts and owned one of the best racing brooms in the world, a Firebolt. 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But once again he reveals his own lack of wisdom. It is the unknown we fear when we look upon death and darkness, nothing more. Harry said nothing; he did not want to argue, but he found the idea that there were bodies floating around them and beneath them horrible and, what was more, he did not believe that they were not dangerous. But one of them jumped, he said, trying to make his voice as level and calm as Dumbledores. When I tried to Summon the Horcrux, a body leapt out of the lake. Yes, said Dumbledore. I am sure that once we take the Horcrux, we shall find them less peaceable. However, like many creatures that dwell in cold and darkness, they fear light and warmth, which we shall therefore call to our aid should the need arise. Fire, Harry, Dumbledore added with a smile, in response to Harrys bewildered expression. Oh. right. said Harry quickly. He turned his head to click at this page at the greenish glow toward which the boat was still inexorably sailing. He could not pretend now that he was not scared. The great black lake, teeming with the dead. It seemed hours and hours ago that he had met Professor Trelawney, that he had given Ron and Hermione Felix Felicis. He suddenly wished he had said a better good-bye to them. and he hadnt seen Ginny at all. Nearly there, said Dumbledore cheerfully. Sure enough, the greenish light seemed to be growing larger at last, and within minutes, the boat had come to a halt, bumping gently into something that Harry could not see at first, but check this out he raised his illuminated wand he saw that they had reached a small island of smooth rock in the center of the lake. Careful not to touch the water, said Dumbledore again as Harry climbed out of the boat. The island was no larger than Dumbledores office, an expanse of flat dark stone on which stood nothing but the source of that greenish light, which looked much brighter when viewed close to. Harry squinted at it; at first, he thought it was a lamp of some kind, but then he saw that the light was coming from a stone basin rather like the Pensieve, which was set on top of a pedestal. Dumbledore approached the basin and Harry followed. Side by side, they looked down into it. The basin was full of an emerald liquid emitting that phosphorescent glow. What is it. asked Harry quietly. I am not sure, said Dumbledore. Something more worrisome than blood and bodies, however. Dumbledore pushed back the sleeve of his robe over his blackened hand, and stretched out the tips of his burned fingers toward the surface of the potion. Sir, no, dont touch -. I cannot touch, said Dumbledore, smiling faintly. See. I cannot approach any nearer than this. You try. Staring, Harry Fallout 4 intelligence melee build his hand into the basin and attempted to touch the potion. He met an invisible barrier that prevented him coming within an inch of it. No matter how hard he pushed, his fingers encountered nothing but what seemed to be solid and inflexible air. Out of the way, please, Harry, said Dumbledore. He raised his wand and made complicated movements over the surface of the potion, murmuring soundlessly. Nothing happened, except perhaps that the potion glowed a little Fallout 4 intelligence melee build. Harry remained silent while Dumbledore worked, but after a while Dumbledore withdrew his wand, and Harry felt it was safe to talk again. You think the Horcrux is in there, sir. Oh yes. Dumbledore peered more closely into the basin. Harry saw his face reflected, upside down, in the smooth surface of Fallout 4 intelligence melee build green potion. But how to reach it. This potion cannot be penetrated by hand, Vanished, parted, scooped up, or siphoned away, nor can it be Transfigured, Charmed, or otherwise made to change its nature. Almost absentmindedly, Dumbledore raised his wand again, twirled it once in midair, and then caught the crystal goblet that he had conjured out of nowhere. I can only conclude that this potion is supposed to be drunk. What. said Harry. Yes, I think so: Only by drinking it can I empty the basin and see what lies in its depths. But what if - what if it kills you. Oh, I doubt that it would work like that, said Dumbledore easily. Lord Voldemort would not want to kill the person who reached this island. Harry couldnt believe it. Was this more of Dumbledores insane determination to see pubg game value in everyone. Sir, said Harry, trying to keep his voice reasonable, sir, this is Voldemort were - Im sorry, Harry; I should have said, he would not want to immediately kill the person who reached this island, Dumbledore corrected himself. He would want to keep them alive long enough to find out how they managed to penetrate so far through his defenses and, most importantly of all, why they were so intent upon emptying the basin. Do not forget that Lord Voldemort believes that he alone knows about his Horcruxes. Harry Fallout 4 intelligence melee build to speak again, but this time Dumbledore raised his hand for silence, frowning slightly at the emerald liquid, evidently thinking hard. Undoubtedly, he said, finally, this potion must act in a way that will prevent me taking the Horcrux. It might click me, cause me to forget what I am here for, create so much pain I am distracted, or render me incapable in some other way. This being the case, Apex legends breakout launch, it will be your job to make sure I keep drinking, even if you have to tip the potion into my protesting mouth. You understand. Their eyes met over the basin, each pale face lit with that strange, green light. Harry did not speak. Was this why he had been invited along - so that he could force-feed Dumbledore a potion that might cause him unendurable pain. You remember, said Dumbledore, the condition on which I brought you with me. Harry hesitated, looking into the blue eyes that had turned green in the reflected light of the basin. But what if -. You swore, did you not, to follow any command I gave you. Yes, but - I warned you, did I not, that there might be danger. Yes, said Harry, but - Well, then, said Dumbledore, shaking back his sleeves once more and raising the empty goblet, you have my orders. Why Fallout 4 intelligence melee build I drink the potion instead. asked Harry desperately. Because I am much older, much cleverer, and much less valuable, said Dumbledore. Once and for all, Harry, do I have your word that you will do all in your power to make me keep drinking. Couldnt -. Do I have it. But - Your word, Harry. I - all right, but - Before Harry could make any further protest, Dumbledore lowered the crystal goblet into the potion. For a split second, Harry hoped that he would not be able to touch the potion with the goblet, but the crystal sank into the surface as nothing else had; when the glass was full to the brim, Dumbledore lifted it to his mouth. Your good health, Harry. And he drained the goblet. Harry watched, terrified, his hands gripping the rim of the basin so hard that his fingertips were numb. Professor. he said anxiously, as Dumbledore lowered the empty glass. How do you feel. Dumbledore shook his head, his eyes closed. Harry wondered whether he was in pain. Dumbledore plunged the glass blindly back into the basin, refilled it, and drank once more.
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