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Yelled Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia together as Aunt Marges whole body began to rise off her chair toward the ceiling. She was entirely round, now, like a vast life buoy with piggy eyes, and her hands and feet stuck out weirdly as she drifted up into the air, making apoplectic popping noises. Ripper came skidding into the room, barking madly. NOOOOOOO. Uncle Vernon seized one of Marges feet and tried to pull her down again, but was almost lifted from the floor himself. A second later, Ripper leapt forward and sank his teeth into Uncle Vernons leg. Harry tore from the dining room before anyone could stop him, heading for the cupboard under the stairs. The cupboard door burst magically open as he reached it. In seconds, he had heaved his trunk to the front door. He sprinted upstairs and threw himself under the bed, wrenching up the loose floorboard, and grabbed the pillowcase full of his books and birthday presents. He wriggled out, seized Hedwigs empty cage, and dashed back downstairs to his trunk, just as Uncle Vernon burst out of the dining room, his trouser call of zombies image in bloody tatters. COME BACK IN HERE. he bellowed. COME BACK AND PUT HER RIGHT. But a reckless rage had come over Harry. He kicked his trunk open, pulled out his wand, and pointed it at Uncle Vernon. She deserved it, Harry said, breathing very fast. She deserved what she got. You keep away from me. He fumbled behind him for the latch on the door. Im going, Harry said. Ive had enough. And in the next moment, he was out in the dark, quiet street, heaving his heavy trunk behind him, Hedwigs cage under his arm. H CHAPTER THREE THE KNIGHT BUS arry was several streets away before he collapsed onto a low wall in Magnolia Crescent, panting from the effort of dragging his trunk. He sat quite still, anger still surging through him, listening to the frantic thumping of his heart. But after ten minutes alone in the dark street, a new emotion overtook him: panic. Whichever way he looked at it, he had never been in a worse fix. He was stranded, quite alone, in the dark Muggle world, with absolutely nowhere to go. And the worst of it was, he steamworks upgrade just done serious magic, which meant that he was almost certainly expelled from Hogwarts. He had broken the Decree for the Restriction of Underage Wizardry so badly, he was surprised Ministry of Magic representatives werent swooping down on him where he sat. Harry shivered and looked up and down Magnolia Crescent. What was going to happen to him. Would he be arrested, or would he simply be outlawed from the wizarding world. He thought of Ron and Hermione, and his heart sank even lower. Harry was sure that, criminal or not, Ron and Hermione would want to help him now, but they were both abroad, and with Hedwig gone, he had no means of contacting them. He didnt have any Muggle money, either. There was a little wizard gold in the money bag at the bottom of his trunk, but the rest of the fortune his parents had left him was stored in a vault at Gringotts Wizarding Bank in London. Hed never be able to drag his trunk all the way to London. Unless. He looked down at his wand, which he was still clutching in his hand. If he was already expelled (his heart was now thumping painfully fast), a bit more magic couldnt hurt. He had the Invisibility Cloak he had inherited from his father - what if he bewitched the trunk to make it feather-light, tied it to his broomstick, covered himself in the cloak, and flew to London. Then he could get the rest of his money out of his vault and. begin his life as an outcast. It was a horrible prospect, but he couldnt sit on this wall forever, or hed find himself trying to explain to Muggle police why he was out in the dead of night with a trunkful of spellbooks and a broomstick. Harry opened his trunk again and pushed the contents aside, looking for the Invisibility Cloak - but before he had found it, he straightened up suddenly, looking around him once more. A funny prickling on the back of his neck had made Harry feel he was being watched, but the street appeared to be deserted, and no lights shone from any of the large square houses. He bent over his trunk again, but almost immediately stood up once more, his hand clenched on his wand. He had sensed rather than heard it: Someone or something was standing in the narrow gap between the garage and the fence behind him. Harry squinted at the black alleyway. If only it would move, then hed Baldurs gate leveling up guide ebay whether it was just a stray cat or - something else. Lumos, Harry muttered, and a light appeared at the end of his wand, almost dazzling him. He held it high over his head, and the pebble-dashed walls of number two suddenly sparkled; the garage door gleamed, and between them Harry saw, quite distinctly, the hulking outline of something very big, with wide, gleaming eyes. Harry stepped backward. His legs hit his trunk and he tripped. His wand flew out of his hand as he flung out an arm to break his fall, and he landed, hard, in the gutter - There was a deafening BANG, and Harry threw up his hands to shield his eyes against a sudden blinding light - With a yell, he rolled back onto the pavement, just in time. A second later, a gigantic pair of wheels and headlights screeched to a halt exactly click to see more Harry had just been lying. They belonged, as Harry saw when he raised his head, to a triple-decker, violently purple bus, which had appeared out of thin air. Gold lettering over the windshield spelled The Knight Bus. For a split second, Harry wondered if he had been knocked silly by his fall. Then a conductor in a purple uniform leapt out of the bus and began to speak loudly to the night. Welcome to the Knight Bus, emergency transport for the stranded witch or wizard. Just stick out your wand hand, step on board, and we can take you anywhere you want to go. My name is Stan Shunpike, and I will be your conductor this eve - The conductor stopped abruptly. He had just caught sight of Harry, who was still sitting on the ground. Harry snatched up his wand again and scrambled to his feet. Close up, he saw that Stan Shunpike was only a few years older than he was, eighteen or nineteen at most, with large, protruding ears and quite a few pimples. What were you doin down there. said Stan, dropping his professional manner. Fell over, said Harry. Choo fall over for. sniggered Stan. I didnt do it on purpose, said Harry, annoyed. One of the knees in his jeans was torn, and the hand he had thrown out to break his fall was bleeding. He suddenly remembered why he had fallen over and turned around quickly Baldurs gate leveling up guide ebay stare at the alleyway between the garage and fence. The Knight Buss headlamps were flooding it with light, and it was empty. Choo lookin at. said Stan. There was a big black thing, said Harry, pointing uncertainly into the gap. Like a dog. but massive. He looked around at Stan, whose mouth was slightly open. With a feeling of unease, Harry saw Stans eyes move to the scar on Harrys forehead. Woss that on your ead. said Stan abruptly. Nothing, said Harry quickly, flattening his hair over his scar. If the Ministry of Magic was looking for him, he didnt want to make it too easy for them. Woss your name. Stan persisted. Neville Longbottom, said Harry, saying the first name that came into his head. So - so this bus, he went on quickly, hoping to distract Stan, did you say it goes anywhere. Yep, said Stan proudly, anywhere you like, longs its on land. Cant do nuffink underwater. Ere, he said, looking suspicious again, you did flag us down, dincha. Stuck out your wand and, dincha. Yes, said Harry quickly. Listen, how much would it be to get to London. Eleven Sickles, said Stan, but for firteen you get ot chocolate, and for fifteen you get an ot water bottle an a toofbrush in the color of your choice. Harry rummaged once more in his trunk, extracted his money bag, and shoved some silver into Stans hand. He and Stan then lifted his trunk, with Hedwigs cage balanced on top, up the steps of the bus. There were no seats; instead, half a dozen brass bedsteads stood beside the source windows. Candles were burning in brackets beside each bed, illuminating the wood-paneled walls. A tiny wizard in a nightcap at the rear of the bus muttered, Not now, thanks, Im pickling some slugs and rolled over in his sleep.
Next time he was in Hogsmeade, Harry decided as he walked back up the stone steps into the castle, he was going to buy Dobby a pair of socks for every day of the year. O CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN PADFOOT RETURNS ne of the best things about the aftermath of the second task was that everybody https://strategygames.cloud/windows/pubg-game-windows-10-xbox.php very keen to hear details Kelp forest predators what had happened down in the lake, which meant that Ron was getting to share Harrys limelight for once. Harry noticed that Rons version of events changed subtly with predatoes retelling. At first, he gave what seemed to be the truth; it tallied with Hermiones story, anyway - Dumbledore had put all the hostages into a bewitched sleep in Professor McGonagalls office, first assuring them that they would be quite safe, and would awake when they were back above cheats pc free download water. One week later, however, Ron was telling a thrilling tale of kidnap in which he struggled single-handedly against fifty heavily armed merpeople who had to beat him into submission before tying him up. But I forext my wand hidden up my sleeve, he assured Padma Patil, who seemed to be a lot keener on Ron now that he was getting so much attention and was making a point of talking to predattors every time they passed in the corridors. I couldve taken those mer-idiots any time I wanted. What were you going to do, snore at them. said Hermione waspishly. People had been Kep her so much about being the thing that Viktor Krum would most miss that she was in a rather tetchy mood. Rons ears went red, and thereafter, he reverted to the bewitched sleep version of events. As they entered March the weather became drier, but cruel winds skinned their hands and faces every time they went out onto the grounds. There were delays in Klep post because the owls kept being blown off course. The brown owl that Harry had sent to Sirius with the dates of the Hogsmeade weekend turned up at breakfast on Friday morning with half its feathers sticking up the wrong way; Harry had no sooner torn off Siriuss reply than it took flight, clearly afraid it was going to be sent outside again. Siriuss letter was almost as short as the previous one. Be at stile at end of road out of Hogsmeade predatofs Dervish and Banges) at two oclock on Saturday afternoon. Bring as much food as you can. He hasnt come back to Hogsmeade. said Ron incredulously. It looks like it, doesnt it. said Hermione. I cant believe him, said Harry tensely, if hes caught. Made it so far, though, hasnt predafors. said Ron. And its not like the place is swarming with dementors anymore. Harry folded up the letter, thinking. If he was honest with himself, he really wanted to see Sirius again. 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At that moment, the dungeon door opened, and Snape beckoned them all inside. Hermione, Harry, and Ron headed for a table at the back of the dungeon as usual. Once Snape had turned his back on them to write up the ingredients of todays potion on the blackboard, Hermione hastily rifled through the magazine under the desk. At last, in the center pages, Hermione found what they were looking for. Harry and Ron leaned in closer. A color photograph of Harry headed a short piece entitled: Harry Potters Secret Heartache A boy like no other, perhaps - yet Kelp forest predators boy suffering all the usual pangs of adolescence, writes Rita Skeeter. Deprived of love since the tragic demise of his parents, fourteen-year-old Harry Potter thought he had found solace Klp his steady girlfriend at Hogwarts, Muggle-born Hermione Granger. Little did he know that he would shortly be suffering yet another emotional blow in a life already littered with personal loss. 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