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Ginnys been nice, though. She stopped two boys in our Transfiguration class Clal me Loony the other day - How would you like to come to Slughorns party with me tonight. The words were out of Harrys mouth before he could stop them; he heard himself say them as though it were a stranger speaking. Luna turned Cwll protuberant eyes upon him in surprise. Slughorns party. With you. Yeah, said Harry. Were supposed to bring guests, so I thought you might like. I mean. He was keen to make his intentions perfectly clear. I mean, just as friends, you know. But if you dont want to. He was already half hoping that she didnt want to. Oh, no, Id love to go with you as friends. said Luna, beaming as he had never seen her beam before. Nobodys ever asked me to a party before, as a friend. Is that why you dyed your eyebrow, for the party. Should I do mine too. No, said Harry firmly, that was a mistake. Ill get Hermione to put it right for me. So, Ill meet you in the entrance hall at eight oclock then. AHA. screamed a voice from overhead and both of them jumped; unnoticed by either of them, they had just passed right underneath Peeves, who was hanging upside down from a chandelier and grinning maliciously at them. Potty asked Loony to go to the party. Potty lurves Loony. Potty luuuuurves Looooooony. And he zoomed away, cackling and click the following article, Potty loves Loony. Nice to keep these things private, said Harry. And sure enough, in no time at all the whole school seemed to know that Harry Potter was taking Luna Lovegood to Slughorns party. You couldve taken anyone. said Torrebt in disbelief over dinner. Anyone. And you chose Loony Lovegood. Dont call her torrwnt, Ron, snapped Ginny, pausing behind Harry on her way to join friends. Im really glad youre taking her, Harry, shes so excited. And she moved on down the table to sit with Dean. Harry tried to feel pleased that Ginny was glad he was taking Luna to the party, but could not quite manage it. A long way along the table, Hermione was sitting alone, playing with her stew. Dhty noticed Ron looking at her furtively. You could say sorry, suggested Harry bluntly. What, and get attacked by another flock of canaries. Calo Ron. What did you have to imitate her for. She laughed at my mustache. So did I, it was the stupidest thing Ive ever seen. But Ron did not seem to have heard; Lavender had just arrived with Parvati. Squeezing herself in between Harry and Ron, Lavender flung her arms around Rons neck. Hi, Harry, said Parvati who, Call of duty torrent him, looked faintly embarrassed and bored by the behavior of their two friends. Hi, said Harry. Howre djty. Youre staying at Hogwarts, then. I heard your parents wanted you to leave. I managed to talk them out of it for the time being, said Parvati. That Katie thing really freaked them out, but as there hasnt been anything since. Oh, hi, Hermione. Parvati positively beamed. 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Oh - yes - didnt you know. said Hermione, with a most unHermione-ish giggle. said Parvati, looking positively agog at this piece of gossip. Wow, you like your Quidditch players, dont you. First Torrenr, then McLaggen. I like really good Quidditch players, Hermione corrected her, still smiling. Well, see you. Got to go and get ready for the party. She left. At once Lavender and Parvati put their heads together to discuss this new development, with everything they had ever heard about McLaggen, and all they had ever guessed about Hermione. Ron looked strangely blank and said nothing. Harry was left to ponder in silence the depths to which girls would sink to get revenge. When he arrived in the entrance hall at eight oclock that night, he found an unusually large number of girls lurking there, all of whom seemed to be staring at him resentfully as he approached Luna. She was wearing a set of spangled silver robes that were attracting a certain amount of giggles from the onlookers, but otherwise she looked quite nice. Harry was glad, in any case, that she had left off her radish earrings, her butterbeer cork necklace, and her Spectrespecs. Hi, he said. Shall we get going then. Oh yes, she said happily. Where is the party. Slughorns office, said Harry, leading her up the marble staircase away from all the staring and muttering. Did you hear, theres supposed to be a vampire coming. Rufus Scrimgeour. asked Luna. I - what. said Harry, disconcerted. You mean the Minister of Magic. Yes, hes a vampire, said Luna matter-of-factly. Father wrote a very long article about it when Scrimgeour first took over from Cornelius Fudge, but he was forced not od publish by somebody from the Ministry. Obviously, they didnt want the truth to get out. 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Worple, who was a small, stout, bespectacled man, grabbed Harrys hand and shook it enthusiastically; the vampire Sanguini, who was tall and emaciated with dark shadows under his eyes, merely nodded. He looked rather bored. A gaggle of girls was standing close to him, looking curious and excited. Harry Potter, I am simply delighted. said Worple, peering shortsightedly up into Harrys face. I was saying to Professor Slughorn only the Call of duty torrent day, Where is the biography of Harry Potter for which we have all been waiting. Er, said Harry, were you. Just as modest as Horace described. said Worple. But seriously - his manner changed; it became suddenly businesslike - I would be delighted to write it myself - people are craving to know more about you, dear boy, craving. If you were prepared to grant me a few interviews, say in four- or five-hour sessions, why, we could have the book finished within months. And all with very little effort on your part, I assure you - ask Sanguini here if it isnt quite - Sanguini, stay here. added Worple, suddenly stern, for the vampire had been tofrent toward the nearby group of girls, a rather hungry look in his eye. Here, have a pasty, said Worple, seizing one from a passing elf and stuffing torret into Sanguinis hand before turning his attention back to Harry. My dear boy, the gold you could make, you have no idea - Im definitely not interested, said Harry firmly, and Ive just seen a friend of mine, sorry. He pulled Luna after him into the crowd; torrenf had indeed just tirrent a long mane of brown hair disappear between what looked like two members of the Weird Sisters. Hermione. Hermione. Harry. There you are, thank goodness. Hi, Luna. Whats happened to you. asked Harry, for Hermione looked distinctly disheveled, rather as though she had just fought her way out of a thicket of Devils Snare. Oh, Ive just escaped - I mean, Ive just left Cormac, she said. Under the mistletoe, she added in explanation, as Harry continued to look questioningly at her. Serves you right for coming with him, he told her severely. I thought hed annoy Ron most, said Hermione dispassionately. I debated for a while about Zacharias Smith, but I thought, on the whole - You considered Smith. said Harry, revolted. Yes, I did, and Im starting to wish Id chosen him, McLaggen makes Grawp look a gentleman. Lets go this way, well be able to see him coming, hes so tall. The three of them made their way over to the other side of the room, scooping up goblets of mead on the way, realizing too late that Professor Trelawney was standing there alone. Hello, said Luna politely to Professor Trelawney. Good evening, my dear, torernt Professor Trelawney, focusing upon Luna with some difficulty. Harry could smell cooking sherry again. I havent seen you in my classes lately. No, Ive got Firenze this year, said Luna. Oh, of course, said Professor Trelawney aCll an angry, drunken titter. Or Dobbin, as I prefer to think of him. You would have thought, would you not, that now I am returned to the school Professor Dumbledore might have got rid of the horse. But no. we share classes. Its an insult, frankly, an insult. Do you know. Professor Trelawney seemed too tipsy to have recognized Harry. Under cover of her furious criticisms of Firenze, Harry drew closer to Hermione tirrent said, Lets get something straight. Are you planning to tell Ron that you interfered at Keeper tryouts. Hermione raised her eyebrows. Do you really think Id stoop that low. Harry looked at her shrewdly. Hermione, if you can ask out McLaggen - Theres a difference, said Hermione with dignity. Ive got no plans to tell Ron anything about what might, or might not, have happened at Keeper tryouts. Good, said Harry fervently. Because hell just fall скачать counter strike 1.6 v35 again, and well lose the next match - Quidditch. said Hermione angrily. Is that all boys care about. Cormac hasnt asked me one single question about myself, no, Ive just been treated to A Hundred Great Saves Made by Cormac McLaggen nonstop ever since - oh no, here he comes. Here moved so fast it was as though she had Disapparated; one moment she was there, the next, she had squeezed between two guffawing witches and vanished. Seen Hermione. asked McLaggen, forcing his way through the throng a minute later. No, sorry, said Harry, and he turned quickly to join in Lunas conversation, forgetting for a split second to whom she was talking. Harry Potter. said Professor Trelawney in deep, vibrant tones, noticing him for the first time. Oh, hello, said Harry unenthusiastically. My dear boy. she said in a very carrying whisper. The rumors. The stories. The Chosen One. Of course, I have known for a very long time. The omens were never good, Harry. But why have you not returned to Divination. For this web page, of all people, the subject is of the utmost importance. Ah, Sybill, we all think our subjects most important. said a loud toorrent, and Slughorn appeared at Professor Trelawneys other side, his face very red, his velvet hat a little askew, a glass of mead in Cxll hand and an enormous mince pie in the other. But I dont think Ive ever known such a natural at Potions. said Slughorn, regarding Harry with a fond, if bloodshot, eye. Instinctive, you know - like his mother. Ive only ever taught a few with this kind of ability, I can tell you that, Sybill - why even Severus - And to Harrys horror, Slughorn threw out an arm and seemed to scoop Snape out of thin air toward them. Stop skulking and come and join us, Severus. hiccuped Slughorn happily. I was just talking about Harrys exceptional potion-making. Some credit must go to you, of course, you taught him for five years. Trapped, with Slughorns arm around his shoulders, Snape looked down his hooked nose at Harry, his black eyes narrowed. Funny, I never had the impression that I managed to teach Potter anything at all. Well, then, its natural ability. shouted Slughorn. You should have seen what he gave me, first lesson, Draught of Living Death opinion apex file download only never had a student produce finer on a first attempt, I dont think even you, Severus - Really. said Snape quietly, his eyes still boring into Harry, who felt a certain disquiet. The last thing he wanted was for Snape to start investigating the source of his newfound brilliance at Potions. Remind me what other subjects youre taking, Harry. asked Slughorn. Defense Against the Dark Arts, Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology. All the subjects required, in short, for an Auror, said Snape, with the faintest sneer. Yeah, well, thats what Id like to do, said Harry defiantly. And a great one youll make too. boomed Slughorn. 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