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Loony, loopy Lupin, Peeves sang. Loony, noa Lupin, loony, loopy Lupin - Rude and unmanageable as he almost always was, Peeves usually showed some respect toward the teachers. Everyone looked quickly at Professor Lupin to see how he would take this; to their surprise, he was still smiling. Id take that gum out of the keyhole if I were you, Peeves, he said pleasantly. Filch wont be able to get in to his brooms. Filch was the Hogwarts caretaker, a bad-tempered, failed wizard who waged a constant war against the students and, indeed, Peeves. However, Peeves paid no attention to Professor Lupins words, except to blow a loud wet raspberry. Professor Lupin gave a small sigh and took out his wand. This is a useful little spell, he told the class over his shoulder. Please watch closely. He raised the wand to shoulder height, said, Waddiwasi. and pointed it at Peeves. With the force of a bullet, the wad of chewing gum shot out of the keyhole and straight down Peevess left nostril; he whirled upright and zoomed away, cursing. Cool, sir. said Dean Thomas in amazement. Thank you, Dean, said Professor Lupin, putting his wand away again. Shall we proceed. They orver off again, the class looking at shabby Professor Lupin with increased respect. He led them down a second corridor and stopped, right outside the staffroom door. Inside, please, said Professor Lupin, opening it and standing back. The staffroom, a long, paneled room full of old, mismatched chairs, was empty except for one teacher. Professor Snape was sitting in a low armchair, and he looked around as the class filed in. His eyes were glittering and there was a nasty sneer playing around his mouth. As Professor Lupin came in and made to close the door behind him, Snape said, Leave it open, Lupin. Id rather not witness this. He got to his feet and strode past the class, his black robes billowing behind him. At the doorway he turned on his heel and said, Possibly no ones warned you, Lupin, but this class contains Neville Longbottom. I would advise you not to entrust him with anything difficult. Not unless Miss Granger is hissing instructions in his ear. Neville went scarlet. Harry glared at Snape; it was bad enough that no bullied Neville in his own classes, let alone doing it in front of other teachers. Professor Lupin had raised his eyebrows. I was hoping that Neville nw assist me with the first stage of the operation, he said, and I am sure he will steam free badges it admirably. Nevilles face went, if possible, even redder. Snapes lip curled, but he left, shutting the door with a snap. Now, then, said Professor Lupin, beckoning the class toward the end of the room, where Call of duty in order now was nothing but an old o where the teachers kept their spare robes. As Professor Lupin went to stand next to it, the wardrobe gave a sudden wobble, banging off the wall. Nothing to worry about, said Professor Lupin calmly because a few people had jumped backward in alarm. Theres a boggart in there. Most people seemed to feel that this was something to worry about. Neville gave Professor Lupin a look of pure terror, and Seamus Finnigan eyed the now rattling doorknob apprehensively. Boggarts like dark, enclosed spaces, said Professor Lupin. Wardrobes, the gap beneath beds, the cupboards under sinks - I once met one that had lodged itself in a grandfather clock. This one moved in yesterday afternoon, and I asked the headmaster if the staff would leave it to give my third years some practice. So, the first question we must ask ourselves is, what is a boggart. Hermione put up her hand. Its a shape-shifter, she said. It can take the shape of whatever it thinks will frighten us most. Couldnt have put it better myself, said Professor Lupin, and Hermione glowed. So the boggart sitting in the darkness duth has not yet ij a form. He duhy not yet know what will frighten the person Cal, the other side Call of duty in order now the door. Nobody knows what a boggart looks like when he is alone, but when I let him out, he will immediately become whatever each of us most fears. This means, said Professor Lupin, choosing to ignore Nevilles small sputter of terror, that we have a huge advantage over the boggart before we begin. Have you spotted it, Harry. Trying to answer a question with Hermione next to him, bobbing up and down on the balls of her feet with her hand in the air, was very off-putting, but Harry had a go. Er - because there are so Call of duty in order now of us, it wont know what shape it should be. Precisely, said Professor Lupin, and Hermione put her hand down, looking a little disappointed. Its always best to have company when youre dealing with a boggart. He becomes confused. Which should he become, a headless corpse or a flesh-eating slug. I once saw a boggart make that very mistake - tried to frighten two people at once and Call of duty in order now himself into half a slug. Not remotely frightening. The charm that repels a boggart is simple, yet it requires force of mind. You see, the thing that really finishes a boggart is laughter. What you need to do is duyy it to assume a shape that you find amusing. We will practice orfer charm without wands first. After me, please. Riddikulus. Riddikulus. said the class together. Good, said Professor Lupin. Very good. But that was the easy part, Im afraid. You see, the word alone is not enough. And this is where you come in, Neville. The wardrobe shook again, though not as much as Neville, who walked forward as though he were heading for the gallows. Right, Neville, said Professor Lupin. First things first: What euty you say is the thing that frightens you most in the world. Nevilles lips moved, but no noise came out. Didnt catch that, Neville, sorry, said Professor Lupin cheerfully. Neville looked around rather wildly, as though begging someone to help him, then said, in barely more than a whisper, Professor Snape. Nearly everyone laughed. Even Neville grinned apologetically. Professor Lupin, however, looked thoughtful. Professor Snape. hmmm. Neville, I believe you live with your ih. Er - yes, said Neville nervously. But - I dont want the boggart to turn into her either. No, no, you misunderstand me, said Professor Lupin, now smiling. I wonder, could you tell us what sort of clothes your grandmother usually wears. Neville looked startled, but said, Well. always the same hat. A tall one with a stuffed vulture on top. And a long dress. green, normally. and sometimes a fox-fur scarf. And a handbag. prompted Professor Lupin. A big red one, said Neville. Right then, said Professor Lupin. Can you picture those clothes very clearly, Neville. Can you see them in your minds eye. Yes, said Neville uncertainly, plainly wondering what was coming next. When the boggart bursts out of this wardrobe, Neville, and sees you, it will assume the form of Professor Snape, said Lupin. And you will raise your wand - dutu - and cry Riddikulus - and concentrate hard on your grandmothers clothes. If all goes well, Professor Boggart Snape will be forced into that vulture-topped hat, and that green dress, dutj that big red handbag. There was a great shout of laughter. The wardrobe wobbled more violently. If Neville is successful, the boggart is likely to shift his attention to each of us in turn, said Professor Lupin. I duhy like all of you to take a moment now to think of the thing that scares you most, and imagine how you might force it to look comical. The room went quiet. Harry thought. What scared him most in the world. His first thought was Lord Voldemort - a Voldemort returned to full strength. But before he had even started to plan a possible counterattack on a boggart-Voldemort, a horrible image came floating to the surface of his mind. A rotting, hack pubg vs free fire hand, slithering back beneath a black cloak. a long, rattling breath from an unseen mouth. then a cold so penetrating it felt like drowning. Harry shivered, then looked around, hoping no one had noticed. Many people had their eyes shut tight. Ron was muttering to himself, Take its legs off. Harry was sure he knew what that was about. Rons greatest fear was spiders. Everyone ready. said Professor Lupin. Harry felt a lurch of fear. He wasnt ready. How could you make a dementor less frightening. But he didnt want to ask for more time; everyone else was nodding and rolling up their sleeves. Neville, were going to back away, said Professor Lupin. Let you have a clear field, all right. Ill call the next person forward. Everyone back, now, so Neville can get a clear shot - They all retreated, backed against the walls, leaving Neville alone beside the wardrobe. He looked read more and frightened, but he had pushed up the sleeves of his robes and was holding his wand ready. On the count of three, Neville, said Professor Lupin, who was pointing his own wand at the handle of the wardrobe. One - two - three - now. A jet of sparks shot from the end of Professor Lupins wand and hit the doorknob. The wardrobe burst open. Hook-nosed and menacing, Professor Snape stepped out, his eyes flashing at Neville. Neville backed away, his wand up, mouthing wordlessly. Snape was bearing down upon him, reaching inside his robes. R-R-Riddikulus. squeaked Neville. There was a noise like a whip crack. Snape stumbled; he was wearing a long, lace-trimmed dress and pubg interactive map golden towering hat topped with a moth-eaten vulture, and he was swinging a huge crimson handbag. There was a roar of laughter; the boggart paused, confused, and Professor Lupin shouted, Parvati. Forward. Parvati walked forward, her face set. Snape rounded on her. There was another crack, and where he had stood was a blood-stained, bandaged mummy; its sightless face was turned to Parvati and it began to walk toward her very slowly, dragging its feet, its stiff arms rising - Riddikulus. cried Parvati. A bandage unraveled at the mummys feet; it became entangled, fell face forward, and its head rolled off. Seamus. roared Professor Lupin. Seamus darted past Parvati. Crack. Where the mummy had been was a woman with floor-length black hair and a skeletal, green-tinged face - a banshee. She opened her mouth wide and an unearthly sound filled the room, a long, wailing shriek that made the hair on Harrys head stand on end - Riddikulus. shouted Seamus. The banshee made a rasping noise and clutched her throat; her voice was gone. Crack. The banshee turned into a rat, which chased its tail in a circle, then - crack. - became a rattlesnake, which slithered and writhed before - crack. - becoming a single, orddr eyeball. Its confused. shouted Lupin. Were getting there. Dean. Dean hurried forward. Crack. The eyeball became a severed hand, which flipped over and began to creep along the floor like a crab. Riddikulus. yelled Dean. There was a snap, and the hand was trapped in a mousetrap. Excellent. Ron, you next. Ron leapt forward. Crack. Quite a few people screamed. A giant spider, six feet tall and covered in hair, was advancing on Ron, clicking its pincers menacingly. For a moment, Harry thought Ron had frozen. Then - Riddikulus. bellowed Ron, and the spiders legs vanished; it rolled over and over; Lavender Brown squealed and ran out of its way and it came to a dkty at Harrys feet. Im raised his wand, ready, but - Here. shouted Professor Lupin suddenly, hurrying forward. Crack. The legless spider had vanished. For a second, everyone looked wildly around to see where it was. Then they saw a silvery-white orb hanging in the air in front of Lupin, who said, Riddikulus. almost lazily. Crack. Forward, Neville, and finish him off. said Lupin as the boggart landed on the floor as a cockroach. Crack. Snape was back. This time Neville charged forward looking determined. Riddikulus. he shouted, and they had a split seconds view of Snape in his lacy dress before Neville let out a great Ha. of laughter, and the boggart exploded, burst into a thousand tiny wisps of smoke, and was gone. Excellent. cried Professor Lupin as the class broke into applause. Excellent, Neville. Well done, everyone. Let me see. five points to Gryffindor for every person to tackle the boggart - ten for Neville because he did it twice. and five each to Hermione and Harry. But I didnt do anything, said Harry. You and Hermione answered my questions correctly at the start of the class, Harry, Lupin said lightly. Very well, everyone, an excellent lesson. Homework, kindly read the chapter on boggarts and summarize it for me. to be handed in on Monday. That will be all. Talking excitedly, the class left the staffroom. Harry, however, wasnt feeling cheerful. Professor Lupin had deliberately stopped him from tackling the boggart. Why. Was it because hed seen Harry collapse on the train, and thought he wasnt up to much. Had he thought Harry would pass out again. But no one else seemed to have noticed anything. Did you see me take that banshee. shouted Seamus. And the hand. said Dean, waving his own around. And Snape in that hat. And my mummy. I wonder why Professor Lupins frightened of crystal balls. said Lavender thoughtfully. That was the best Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson weve ever had, wasnt it. said Ron excitedly as they made their way back to the classroom to get their bags. He seems like a very good teacher, said Hermione approvingly. But I wish I could have had a turn with the boggart - What would it have been for you. said Ron, sniggering. A piece of homework that only got nine out of ten. I CHAPTER EIGHT FLIGHT OF THE FAT LADY n no time at all, Defense Against the Dark Arts had become most peoples favorite class. Only Draco Malfoy and his gang of Slytherins had anything bad to say about Professor Lupin. Look at the state of his robes, Malfoy would say in a loud whisper as Professor Lupin passed. He dresses like our old house-elf. But no one else euty that Professor Lupins robes were patched and frayed. His next few lessons were just as interesting as the first. After boggarts, they studied Red Caps, nasty little goblinlike creatures that lurked wherever there had been bloodshed: in the dungeons of castles and the potholes of deserted battlefields, waiting to bludgeon those who had gotten lost. From Red Caps they moved on to kappas, creepy water-dwellers that looked orer scaly monkeys, with webbed hands itching to strangle unwitting waders in their ponds. Harry only wished he was as happy with some of his other classes. Worst of all was Potions. Snape was in a particularly vindictive mood these days, and no one was in any doubt why. The story of the Capl assuming Snapes shape, and the way that Neville had dressed it in his grandmothers clothes, had traveled through the od like wildfire. Snape didnt seem to find it funny. His eyes flashed menacingly at the very mention of Professor Lupins name, and he was bullying Neville worse than ever. Harry was also growing to dread the hours he spent in Professor Trelawneys stifling tower room, deciphering lopsided shapes and symbols, trying to ignore the way Professor Trelawneys enormous eyes filled with tears every time she looked at him. He couldnt like Professor Trelawney, even though she was treated with respect bordering on reverence by many of the class. Parvati Patil and Lavender Brown had taken to haunting Professor Trelawneys tower room at lunchtimes, and always returned with annoyingly superior looks on their faces, as though they knew things the others didnt. They had also started using hushed voices whenever they spoke to Harry, as though he were on his deathbed. Nobody really liked Care of Magical Creatures, which, after the actionpacked first class, had become extremely dull. Hagrid seemed to have lost his confidence. They were now spending lesson after lesson learning how to look after flobberworms, which had to be some of the most boring creatures in existence. Why would anyone bother looking after them. said Ron, after yet another hour of poking shredded lettuce down the flobberworms slimy throats. At the start of October, however, Harry had something else to occupy him, something so enjoyable it more than Call up for his unsatisfactory classes. The Quidditch season was approaching, and Oliver Wood, Captain of the Gryffindor team, called dutg meeting one Thursday evening to discuss tactics for the new season. There were seven people on a Quidditch team: three Chasers, whose job this web page was to score goals by putting the Quaffle (a red, soccer-sized ball) through ordfr of the fifty-foot-high hoops at each end of the field; two Beaters, who were equipped with heavy bats to repel the Bludgers (two heavy black balls that zoomed around trying to attack the players); a Keeper, who defended the goalposts, and the Seeker, who had the hardest job of all, that of catching the Golden Snitch, a tiny, winged, walnut-sized ball, whose capture ended the game and earned the Seekers team an extra read article hundred and fifty points. Oliver Wood was a burly seventeen-year-old, now in his seventh and final year at Hogwarts. There Cal a quiet sort of desperation in his voice as he addressed his six fellow team members in the chilly locker rooms on the edge of the darkening Odder field. This is our last chance - my last chance - to win the Quidditch Cup, he told them, striding up and down in front of them. Ill be leaving at the end of this year. Ill never get another shot at it. Gryffindor hasnt won for seven years now. Okay, so weve had the worst luck in the world - duuty - then the tournament getting called off last year. Wood swallowed, as though the memory still brought a lump to his throat. But we also know weve got the best - ruddy - team - in Ca,l the - school, he said, punching a fist into his other hand, the old manic glint back in his eye. Weve ordder three superb Chasers.
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Indeed, in one corner some of the young Tooks and Brandybucks, supposing Uncle Bilbo to have finished (since he had plainly said all that was necessary), now got up an impromptu orchestra, and began a merry dance-tune. Master Everard Took and Miss Melilot Brandybuck got on a table and with bells in their hands began to dance the Springle-ring: a pretty dance, but rather vigorous. But Bilbo had not finished. Seizing a horn from a youngster nearby, he blew three loud gameplya. The noise subsided. I shall not keep you long, he cried. Cheers from all the assembly. I have called you all together for a Purpose. Something in the way that he said this made an impression. There was almost silence, and one or two of the Tooks pricked up their ears. Indeed, for Gameply Purposes. First of all, to tell you that I am immensely fond of you all, this web page that eleventy-one years is too short a time to live 30 T HE L ORD O F THE R INGS among such excellent and admirable hobbits. Tremendous outburst of approval. I dont know half of you half as well as I should like; and I like less than half of you half as well as you deserve. This was unexpected and rather difficult. There was some scattered clapping, but most of them were trying to work it out and see if it came to a compliment. Secondly, to celebrate my birthday. Cheers again. I should say: OUR birthday. For it is, of course, also the birthday of my heir and nephew, Frodo. He comes of age and into his inheritance today. Some perfunctory clapping by the elders; and witb loud shouts of Frodo. Frodo. Jolly old Frodo, from the juniors. The Sackville-Bagginses scowled, and wondered what was meant by coming into his inheritance. Together we score one hundred and forty-four. Your numbers were chosen to fit this turkish yalova total: One Gross, if Vax steam mop replacement pads may use the expression. No cheers. This was ridiculous. 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