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You think it amusing to turn a school corridor into a swamp, do read more. Pretty amusing, yeah, said Fred, looking back up at her without the slightest sign of fear. Filch elbowed his way closer to Umbridge, almost crying with happiness. Ive got the form, Headmistress, he said hoarsely, waving the piece of parchment Harry had just seen him take from her desk. Ive got the form and Ive got the whips waiting. Oh, let me do it now. Very good, Argus, she said. You two, she went on, gazing down at Fred and George, are about to learn what happens to wrongdoers in my school. You know what. said Fred. I dont think we are. He turned to his twin. George, said Fred, I think weve outgrown full-time education. Yeah, Ive been feeling that way myself, said George lightly. Time to test our talents in the real world, dyou reckon. asked Fred. Definitely, said George. And before Umbridge could say a word, they raised their wands and said together, Accio Brooms. Harry heard a loud crash somewhere in the distance. Looking to his left he ducked just in time - Fred and Georges broomsticks, one still trailing the heavy chain and iron peg with which Umbridge had fastened them to the wall, were hurtling along the corridor toward their owners. They turned left, streaked down the stairs, and stopped sharply in front of the twins, the chain clattering loudly on the flagged stone floor. We wont be seeing you, Fred told Professor Umbridge, swinging his leg over his broomstick. Yeah, dont bother to keep in touch, said George, mounting his own. Fred looked around at the assembled students, and at the silent, watchful crowd. If anyone fancies buying a Portable Swamp, as demonstrated upstairs, come to number ninety-three, Diagon Alley - Weasleys Wizard Wheezes, he said in a loud voice. Our new premises. Special discounts to Hogwarts students who swear theyre going to use our products to get rid of this old bat, added George, pointing at Professor Umbridge. STOP THEM. shrieked Umbridge, but it was too late. As the Inquisitorial Squad closed in, Fred and Call of duty world at war yt kicked off from the floor, shooting fifteen feet into the air, the iron peg swinging dangerously below. Fred looked across the hall at the poltergeist bobbing on his level above the crowd. Give her hell from us, Peeves. And Peeves, whom Harry had never seen take an order from a student before, swept his belled hat from his head and sprang to a salute as Fred and George wheeled about to tumultuous applause from the students below and sped out of the open front doors into the glorious sunset. T CHAPTER THIRTY GRAWP he story of Fred and Georges flight to freedom was retold so often over the next few days that Harry could tell it would soon become the stuff of Hogwarts legend. Within a week, even those who had been eyewitnesses were half-convinced that they had seen the twins dive-bomb Umbridge on their brooms, pelting her with Dungbombs before zooming out of the doors. In the immediate aftermath of their departure there was a great wave of talk about copying them, so that Harry frequently heard students saying things like, Honestly, some days I just feel like jumping on my broom and leaving this place, or else, One more lesson like that and I might just do a Weasley. Fred and George had made sure that nobody was likely to forget them very soon. For one thing, they had not left instructions on how to remove the swamp that now filled the corridor on the fifth floor of the east wing. Umbridge and Filch had been observed trying different means of removing it but without success. Eventually the area was roped off and Filch, consider, call of duty game list since they came out question his teeth furiously, was given the task of punting students across it to their classrooms. Harry was certain that teachers like Really. steam mop kenya And or Flitwick could have removed the swamp in an instant, but just as in the case of Fred and Georges Wildfire Whiz-Bangs, they seemed to prefer to watch Umbridge struggle. Then there were the two large broom-shaped holes in Umbridges office door, through which Fred and Georges Cleansweeps had smashed to rejoin their masters. Filch fitted a new door and removed Harrys Firebolt to the dungeons where, it was rumored, Umbridge had set an armed security troll to guard it. However, her troubles were far from over. Inspired by Fred and Georges example, a great number of students were now vying for the newly vacant positions of Troublemakers-in-Chief. In spite of the new door, somebody managed to slip a hairy-snouted niffler into Umbridges office, which promptly tore the place apart in its search for shiny objects, leapt on Umbridge on her reentrance, and tried to gnaw the rings off her stubby fingers. Dungbombs and Stinkpellets were dropped so frequently in the corridors that it became the new fashion for students link perform Bubble-Head Charms on themselves before leaving lessons, which ensured them a supply of fresh clean air, even though it gave them all the peculiar appearance of wearing upside-down goldfish bowls on their heads. Filch prowled the corridors with a horsewhip ready in his hands, desperate to catch miscreants, but the problem was that there were now so many of them that he did not know which way to turn. The Inquisitorial Squad were attempting to help him, but odd things kept happening to its members. Warrington of the Slytherin Quidditch team reported to the hospital wing with a horrible skin complaint that made him look as though he had been coated in cornflakes. Pansy Parkinson, to Hermiones delight, missed all her lessons the following day, as she had sprouted antlers. Meanwhile it became clear just how many Skiving Snackboxes Fred and George had managed to sell before leaving Hogwarts. Umbridge only had to enter her classroom for the students assembled there to faint, vomit, develop dangerous fevers, or else spout blood from both nostrils. Shrieking with rage and frustration she attempted to trace the mysterious symptoms to their source, but the students told her stubbornly they were suffering Umbridgeitis. After putting four successive classes in detention and failing to discover their secret she was forced to give up and allow the bleeding, swooning, sweating, and vomiting students to leave her classes in droves. But not even the users of the Snackboxes could compete with that master of chaos, Peeves, who seemed to have taken Freds parting words deeply to heart. Cackling madly, he soared through the school, upending tables, bursting out of blackboards, and toppling statues and vases. Twice he shut Mrs. Norris inside suits of armor, from which she was rescued, yowling loudly, by the furious caretaker. He smashed lanterns and snuffed out candles, juggled burning torches over the heads of screaming students, caused neatly stacked piles of parchment to topple into fires or out of windows, flooded the second floor when he pulled off all the taps in the bathrooms, dropped a bag of tarantulas in the middle of the Great Hall during breakfast and, whenever he fancied a break, spent hours at a time floating along after Umbridge and blowing loud raspberries every time she spoke. None of the staff but Filch seemed to be stirring themselves to help her. Indeed, a week after Fred and Georges departure Harry witnessed Professor McGonagall walking right past Peeves, who was determinedly loosening a crystal chandelier, and could have sworn he heard her tell the poltergeist out of the corner of her mouth, It unscrews the other way. To cap matters, Montague had still not recovered from his sojourn in the toilet. He remained confused and disorientated and his parents were to be observed one Tuesday morning striding up the front drive, looking extremely angry. Should we say something. said Hermione in a worried voice, pressing her cheek against the Charms window so that she could see Mr. and Mrs. Montague marching inside. About what happened to him. In case it helps Madam Pomfrey cure him. Course not, hell recover, said Ron indifferently. Anyway, more trouble for Umbridge, isnt it. said Harry in a satisfied voice. He and Ron both tapped the teacups they were supposed to be charming with their wands. Harrys spouted four very short legs that would not reach the desk and wriggled pointlessly in midair. Rons grew four very thin spindly legs that hoisted the cup off the desk with great difficulty, trembled for a few seconds, then folded, causing the cup to crack into two. Reparo. said Hermione quickly, mending Rons cup with a wave of her wand. Thats all very well, but what if Montagues permanently injured. Who cares. said Ron irritably, while his teacup stood drunkenly again, trembling violently at the knees. Montague shouldnt have tried to take all those points from Gryffindor, should he. If you want to worry about anyone, Hermione, worry about me. You. she said, catching her teacup as it scampered happily away across the desk on four sturdy little willow-patterned legs and replacing it in front of her. Why should I be worried about you. When Mums next letter finally gets through Umbridges screening process, said Ron Call of duty world at war yt, now holding his cup up while its frail legs tried feebly to support its weight, Im going to be in deep trouble. I wouldnt be surprised if shes sent a Howler again. But - Itll be my fault Fred and George left, you wait, said Ron darkly. Shell say I shouldve stopped them leaving, I shouldve grabbed the ends of their brooms and hung on or something. Yeah, itll be all my fault. Well, if she does say that itll be very unfair, you couldnt have done anything. But Im sure she wont, I mean, if its really true theyve got premises in Diagon Alley now, they must have been planning this for ages. Yeah, but thats another thing, how did they get premises. said Ron, hitting his teacup so hard with his wand that its legs collapsed again and it lay twitching before him. Its click to see more bit dodgy, isnt it. Theyll need loads of Galleons to afford the rent on a place in Diagon Alley, shell want to know what theyve been up to, to get their hands on that sort of gold. Well, yes, that occurred to me too, said Hermione, allowing her teacup to jog in neat little circles around Harrys, whose stubby little legs were still unable to touch the desktop. Ive been wondering whether Mundungus has persuaded them above gaming games online to play thanks sell stolen goods or something awful. He hasnt, said Harry curtly. How do you know. said Ron and Hermione together. Because - Harry hesitated, but the moment to confess finally seemed to have come. There was no good to be gained in keeping silent if it meant anyone suspected that Fred and George were criminals. Because they got the gold from me. I gave them my Triwizard winnings last June. There was a shocked silence, then Hermiones teacup jogged right over the edge of the desk and smashed on the floor. Oh, Harry, you didnt. she said. Yes, I did, said Harry mutinously. And I dont regret it either - I didnt need the gold, and theyll be great at a joke shop. But this is excellent. said Ron, looking thrilled. Its all your fault, Harry - Mum cant blame me at all. Can I tell her. Yeah, I suppose youd better, said Harry dully. Specially if she thinks theyre receiving stolen cauldrons or something. Hermione said nothing at all for the rest of the lesson, but Harry had a shrewd suspicion that her self-restraint was bound to crack before long. Sure enough, once they had left the castle for break and were standing around in the weak May sunshine, she fixed Harry with a beady eye and opened her mouth with a determined air. Harry interrupted her before she had even started. Its no good nagging me, its done, he said firmly. Fred and George have got the gold - spent a good bit of it too, by the sounds of it - and I cant get it back from them and I dont want to. So save your breath, Hermione. I wasnt going to say anything about Fred and George. she said in an injured voice. Ron snorted disbelievingly and Hermione threw him a very dirty look. No, I wasnt. she said angrily. As a matter of fact, I was going to ask Harry when hes going to go back to Snape and ask for Occlumency lessons again. Harrys heart sank. Once they had exhausted the subject of Fred and Georges dramatic departure, which admittedly had taken many hours, Ron and Hermione had wanted to hear news of Sirius. As Harry had not confided in them the reason he had wanted to talk to Sirius in the first place, it had been hard to think of things to tell them. He had ended up saying to them truthfully that Sirius wanted Harry to resume Occlumency lessons. He had been regretting this ever since; Hermione would not let the subject drop and kept reverting to it when Harry least expected it. You cant tell me youve stopped having funny dreams, Hermione said now, because Ron told me last night you were muttering in your sleep again. Harry threw Ron a furious look. Ron had the grace to look ashamed of himself. You were only muttering a bit, he mumbled apologetically. Something about just a bit farther. I Call of duty world at war yt I was watching you lot play Quidditch, Harry lied brutally. I was trying to get you to stretch out a bit farther to grab the Quaffle. Rons ears went red. Harry felt a kind of vindictive pleasure: He had not, of course, dreamed anything of the sort. Last night he had once again made the journey along the Department of Mysteries corridor. He had passed through the circular room, then the room full of clicking and dancing light, until he found himself again inside that cavernous room Call of duty world at war yt of shelves on which were ranged dusty glass spheres. He had hurried straight toward row number ninety-seven, turned left, and ran along it. It had probably been then that he had spoken aloud. Just a bit farther. for he could feel his conscious self struggling to wake. and before he had reached the end of the row, he had found himself lying in bed again, gazing up at the canopy of his four-poster. You are trying to block your mind, arent you. said Hermione, looking beadily at Harry. You are keeping going with your Occlumency. Of course I am, said Harry, trying to sound as though this question was insulting, but not quite meeting her eye. The truth was that he was so intensely curious about what was hidden in that room full of dusty orbs that he was quite keen for the dreams to continue. The problem was that with just under a month to go until the exams and every free moment devoted to studying, his mind seemed saturated with information when he went to bed so that he found it very difficult to get to sleep at all. When he did, his overwrought brain presented him most nights with stupid dreams about the exams. He also suspected that part of his mind - the part that often spoke in Hermiones voice - now felt guilty on the occasions it strayed down that corridor ending in the black door, and sought to wake him before he could reach journeys end. You know, said Ron, whose ears were still flaming red, if Montague doesnt recover before Slytherin play Hufflepuff, we might be in with a chance of winning the Cup. Yeah, I spose so, said Harry, glad of a change of subject. I mean, weve won one, lost one - if Slytherin lose to Hufflepuff next Saturday - Yeah, thats right, said Harry, losing track of what he was agreeing to: Cho Chang had just walked across the courtyard, determinedly not looking at him. The final match of the Quidditch season, Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw, was to take place on the last weekend of May. Although Slytherin had been narrowly defeated by Hufflepuff in their last match, Gryffindor was not daring to hope for victory, due mainly (though of course nobody said it to him) to Rons abysmal goalkeeping record. He, however, seemed to have found a new optimism. I mean, I cant get any worse, can I. he told Harry and Hermione grimly over breakfast on the morning of the match. Nothing to lose now, is there. You know, said Hermione, as she and Harry walked down to the pitch a little later in the midst of a very excitable crowd, I think Ron might do better without Fred and George around. They never exactly gave him a lot of confidence. Luna Lovegood overtook them with what appeared to be a live eagle perched on top of her head. Oh gosh, I forgot. said Hermione, watching the eagle flapping its wings as Luna walked serenely past a group of cackling and pointing Slytherins. Cho will be playing, wont she. Harry, who had not forgotten this, merely grunted. They found seats in the second to topmost row of the stands. It was a fine, clear day. Ron could not wish for better, and Harry found himself hoping against hope that Ron would not give the Slytherins cause for more rousing choruses of Weasley Is Our King. Lee Jordan, who had been very dispirited since Fred and George had left, was commentating as usual. As the teams zoomed out onto the pitches he named the players with something less than his usual gusto. Bradley. Davies. Chang, he said, and Harry felt his stomach perform, less of a back flip, more a feeble lurch as Cho walked out onto the pitch, her shiny black hair rippling in the slight breeze. He was not sure what he wanted to happen anymore, except that he could not stand any more rows. Even the sight of her chatting animatedly to Roger Davies as they prepared to mount their brooms caused him only a slight twinge of jealousy. And theyre off. said Lee. And Davies takes the Quaffle immediately, Ravenclaw Captain Davies with the Quaffle, he dodges Johnson, he dodges Bell, he dodges Spinnet as well. Hes going straight for goal. Hes going to shoot - and - and - Lee swore very loudly. And hes scored. Harry and Hermione groaned with the rest of the Gryffindors. Predictably, horribly, the Slytherins on the other side of the stands began to sing: Weasley cannot save a thing, He cannot block a single ring. Harry, said a hoarse voice in Harrys ear. Hermione. Harry looked around and saw Hagrids enormous bearded face sticking between the seats; apparently he had squeezed his way all along the row behind, for the first and second years he had just passed had article source ruffled, flattened look about them. For some reason, Hagrid was bent double as though anxious not to be seen, though he was still at least four feet taller than everybody else. Listen, he whispered, can yeh come with me. Now. While evryones watchin the match. Er. cant it wait, Hagrid. asked Harry. Till the match is over. No, said Hagrid. No, Harry, its gotta be now. while evryones lookin the other way. Please. Hagrids nose was gently dripping blood. His eyes were both blackened. Harry had not seen him this close up since his return to the school; he looked utterly woebegone. Course, said Harry at once, course well come. He and Hermione edged back along their row of seats, causing much grumbling among the students who had to stand up for them. The people in Hagrids row were not complaining, merely attempting to make themselves as small as possible. I ppreciate this, you two, I really do, said Hagrid as they reached the stairs. He kept looking around nervously as they descended toward the lawn below. I jus hope she doesn notice us goin. You mean Umbridge. said Harry. She wont, shes got her whole Inquisitorial Squad sitting with her, didnt you see. She must be expecting trouble at the match. Yeah, well, a bit o trouble wouldn hurt, said Hagrid, pausing to peer around the edge of the stands to make sure the stretch of lawn between there and his cabin was deserted. Give us more time. What is it, Hagrid. said Hermione, looking up at him with a concerned expression on her face as they hurried across the lawn toward more info edge of the forest. Yeh - yehll see in a mo, said Hagrid, looking over his shoulder as a great roar rose from the stands behind them. Hey - did someone jus score. Itll be Ravenclaw, said Harry heavily. Good. good. said Hagrid distractedly. Thas good. They had to jog to keep up with him as he strode across the lawn, looking around with every other step. When they reached his cabin, Hermione turned automatically left toward the front door; Hagrid, however, walked straight past it into the shade of the trees on the outermost edge of the forest, where he picked up a crossbow that was leaning against a tree. When he realized they were no longer with him, he turned. Were goin in here, he said, jerking his shaggy head behind him. Into the forest. said Hermione, more info. Yeah, said Hagrid. Cmon now, quick, before were spotted. Harry and Hermione looked at each other, then ducked into the cover of the trees behind Hagrid, who was already striding away from them into the green gloom, his crossbow over his arm. Harry and Hermione ran to catch up with him. Hagrid, why are you armed. said Harry. Jus a precaution, said Hagrid, shrugging his massive shoulders. You didnt bring your crossbow the day you showed us the thestrals, said Hermione timidly. Nah, well, we weren goin in so far then, said Hagrid. An anyway, tha was before Firenze left the forest, wasn it. Why does Firenze leaving make a difference. asked Hermione curiously. Cause the other centaurs are good an riled at me, thas why, said Hagrid quietly, glancing around. They used ter be - well, yeh couldn call em friendly - but we got on all righ. Kept emselves to emselves, bu always turned up if I wanted a word. Not anymore. He sighed deeply.
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