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Right in one, said Fred. But that was all your savings. said Ron. Tell me about it, said George. Course, we found out what was going on in the end. Lee Jordans dad had had a bit of trouble getting money off Bagman as well. Turns out hes in big trouble with the counger. Borrowed loads of gold off them. A gang of them cornered him in the woods after the World Cup and took all the gold he had, and it still wasnt enough to cover all his debts. They followed him all the way to Hogwarts to keep an eye on him. Hes lost everything gambling. Hasnt got two Galleons to rub together. And you know how the idiot tried to pay the goblins back. How. said Harry. He put a bet on you, mate, said Fred. Put a big bet on you to win the tournament. Bet against the goblins. So thats why he kept ичстая to help me win. said Harry. Well - I did win, didnt I. So he can pay you your gold. Nope, said George, shaking his head. The goblins play as dirty as him. They say you drew with Diggory, and Bagman was betting youd win outright. So Bagman had to run for it. He did run for it right after the third task. George sighed deeply and started dealing out the cards again. The rest of the journey passed pleasantly enough; Harry wished it could have gone on all summer, in fact, and that he would never arrive at Kings Cross. but as he had learned the hard way that year, time will not slow down when something unpleasant lies ahead, and all too soon, the Hogwarts Express was pulling in at platform nine and three-quarters. The usual confusion and noise filled the corridors as the students began to disembark. Ron and Hermione struggled out past Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, carrying their trunks. Harry, however, stayed put. Fred - George - wait a moment. The twins turned. Harry pulled open his trunk and drew out his Triwizard winnings. Take it, he said, and he thrust the sack into Georges hands. What. said Fred, looking flabbergasted. Take it, Harry repeated firmly. I dont want it. Youre mental, said George, trying to ччистая it back at Скаачть. No, Im not, said Harry. You take it, and get inventing. Its for the joke shop. He is mental, Fred said чиистая an almost awed voice. Listen, said Harry firmly. If you dont take it, Im throwing it down the drain. I dont want it and I dont need it. But I could do with a few laughs. We could all do with a few laughs. Ive got a feeling were going to need them more than usual before long. Harry, said George weakly, weighing the money bag in his hands, theres got to be a thousand Galleons in here. Yeah, said Harry, grinning. Think how many Canary Creams that is. The twins stared at him. Just dont tell your mum where you got it. although she might not be so keen for you to join the Ministry anymore, come to think of it. Harry, Fred began, but Harry pulled out his click here. Look, he said counte, take it, or Ill hex you. I know some good ones now. Just do me one favor, okay. Buy Ron some different dress robes and say theyre from you. He left the compartment before they could vounter another word, stepping over Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were still lying on the floor, covered in hex marks. Uncle Скачаьь was waiting beyond the barrier. Mrs. Weasley was close by him. She hugged Harry very tightly when she saw him and whispered in his ear, I think Dumbledore will let you come to us later in the summer. Keep in touch, Harry. See you, Harry, said Ron, clapping him on the back. Bye, Harry. said Hermione, and she did something she had never done before, and kissed him on the cheek. Harry - thanks, George muttered, while Fred nodded fervently at his side. Harry winked at them, turned to Uncle Vernon, and followed him silently from the station. There was no point worrying yet, he told himself, as he got into the back of the Dursleys car. As Hagrid had said, what would come, would come. and he would have to meet it when it did. Text copyright © 2000 by J. Rowling Click here illustration by Visit web page Moss © Pottermore Limited 2015. Interior illustrations by Mary GrandPré © 2000 by Warner Bros. Harry Potter characters, names and related indicia are trademarks of here © Warner Bros. Ent. Harry Potter Publishing Rights © J. Rowling. This digital edition first published by Pottermore Limited in 2015 Published in print in the U. by Arthur A. Levine Books, an imprint of Scholastic Inc. All rights reserved. No part of read article Скачать counter strike чистая may be reproduced in whole or in part, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission of the publisher. ISBN 978-1-78110-647-1 TO NEIL, JESSICA, AND DAVID, WHO MAKE MY WORLD MAGICAL. CONTENTS ONE Dudley Demented TWO A Peck of Coounter THREE The Advance Guard FOUR Number Twelve, Grimmauld Place FIVE The Order of the Phoenix SIX The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black SEVEN Counterr Ministry of Magic EIGHT The Hearing NINE The Woes of Mrs. Weasley TEN Luna Lovegood ELEVEN The Sorting Hats New Song TWELVE Professor Umbridge THIRTEEN Detention with Dolores FOURTEEN Percy and Padfoot FIFTEEN The Hogwarts High Inquisitor SIXTEEN In the Hogs Head SEVENTEEN Educational Decree Number Twenty-Four EIGHTEEN Dumbledores Army NINETEEN Countdr Lion and the Serpent TWENTY Hagrids Tale TWENTY-ONE The Eye of the Snake TWENTY-TWO St. Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies частая Injuries TWENTY-THREE Christmas on the Closed Ward TWENTY-FOUR Occlumency TWENTY-FIVE The Beetle at Bay TWENTY-SIX Seen and Unforeseen TWENTY-SEVEN The Centaur and the Sneak TWENTY-EIGHT Snapes Worst Memory TWENTY-NINE Career Advice THIRTY Grawp THIRTY-ONE O. s THIRTY-TWO Out of the Fire THIRTY-THREE Fight and Flight THIRTY-FOUR The Department of Mysteries THIRTY-FIVE Beyond the Veil THIRTY-SIX The Only One He Ever Feared THIRTY-SEVEN The Lost Prophecy THIRTY-EIGHT The Second War Begins T CHAPTER ONE DUDLEY DEMENTED he hottest day of the summer so far was drawing to a close and a drowsy silence lay over the large, square houses of Privet Drive. Cars that were usually gleaming stood dusty in their drives and lawns that were once emerald green lay parched and yellowing; the use of hosepipes had been banned due to drought. Deprived of their usual car-washing and lawn-mowing pursuits, the inhabitants of Privet Drive had retreated into the shade of their cool houses, windows thrown wide in the hope of tempting in a nonexistent breeze. The only person left outdoors was a teenage boy who was lying flat on his back in a flower bed outside number four. He was a skinny, black-haired, bespectacled boy who had the pinched, slightly unhealthy look of someone who has grown a lot in a short space of time. His jeans were torn and dirty, his T-shirt baggy and faded, and the soles of his trainers were peeling away from the uppers. Harry Potters appearance did not endear him to the neighbors, who were the sort of people who thought scruffiness ought to be punishable by law, but as he had hidden himself behind a large stirke bush this evening he was quite invisible to passersby. In fact, the only way he would be spotted was if his Uncle Vernon or Aunt Petunia stuck their heads out of the living room window and looked straight down into the flower bed below. On the whole, Harry thought he was to be congratulated on his idea of hiding here. Click was not, perhaps, very comfortable lying on the hot, hard earth, but on the other ыистая, nobody was glaring at him, grinding their teeth so loudly that he could not hear the news, or shooting nasty questions at him, as had happened every time he had tried sitting down in the living room and watching television with his aunt and uncle. Almost as though this thought had fluttered through the open window, Vernon Dursley, Harrys uncle, suddenly spoke. Glad to see the boys stopped trying to butt in. Where is he anyway. I dont know, said Aunt Petunia unconcernedly. Not in the house. Uncle Vernon Скачсть. Watching the news. he said scathingly. Id like to know what hes really up to. As if a normal boy cares whats on the news - Dudley hasnt got a clue whats going on, doubt he knows who countet Prime Minister is. Anyway, its not as if thered be anything about his lot on our news - Vernon, чисая. said Aunt Petunia. The windows open. Oh - yes - sorry, dear. The Dursleys fell silent. Harry listened to source jingle about Fruit N Bran breakfast cereal while he watched Mrs. Figg, a batty, cat-loving old lady from nearby Wisteria Walk, amble slowly past. She was frowning and muttering to herself. Harry was very pleased that more info was concealed behind the bush; Mrs. Figg had recently taken to asking him around for tea whenever she met him in the street. She had rounded the corner and vanished from view before Uncle Vernons voice floated out of the window again. Dudders out for tea. At the Polkisses, said Aunt Petunia fondly. Hes got so many little friends, hes so popular. Harry repressed a snort with difficulty. The Dursleys really dtrike astonishingly stupid about their son, Dudley; they had swallowed all his dimwitted lies about having tea with a different member of his gang every night of the summer holidays. Harry knew perfectly well that Dudley had not been to tea чисттая he and his gang spent every evening vandalizing the play park, smoking on street corners, and throwing stones at passing cars and children. Harry had seen them at it during his evening walks around Little Whinging; he had spent most of the holidays wandering the streets, scavenging newspapers from bins along the way. The opening notes of the music that heralded the seven oclock news strikf Harrys ears and his stomach turned over. Perhaps tonight - after a month of waiting - would be the night Скачать counter strike чистая Record numbers of stranded holidaymakers fill airports as the Spanish baggage-handlersstrike reaches its second week - Give em a lifelong siesta, I would, snarled Uncle Vernon over the end of the newsreaders sentence, but no matter: Outside in the Скачаь bed, Harrys stomach seemed to unclench. If anything had happened, it would surely have been the first item on the news; death and destruction were more important than stranded holidaymakers. He let out a long, slow breath and stared up at the brilliant blue sky. Every day this summer had been the same: the tension, the expectation, the temporary relief, and then mounting tension again. and always, growing more insistent all the time, the question of why nothing had happened yet. He kept listening, just in case there was some small clue, not recognized for what it really was by the Muggles - an unexplained disappearance, perhaps, or some strange accident. but the baggage-handlersstrike was followed by news on the drought in the Southeast (I hope hes listening next door. bellowed Uncle Vernon, with his sprinklers on at three in the morning!); then a helicopter that had almost crashed in a field in Surrey, then strikf famous actresss divorce from her famous husband (as if were interested in their sordid affairs, sniffed Aunt Petunia, who had followed the case obsessively in every magazine she could lay her bony hands on). Harry closed his eyes against the now blazing evening sky as the newsreader said, And finally, Coounter the budgie has srike a novel way of keeping cool this summer. Bungy, who lives at the Five Feathers in Barnsley, has learned to water-ski. Mary Dorkins continue reading to find out more. Harry opened his eyes again. 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Harry felt as if his head had been split in two; eyes streaming, read more swayed, trying to focus on the street and spot the source of the noise, but he had barely staggered upright again when two large purple hands reached through the open window and closed tightly around his throat. Put - it - away. Uncle Vernon snarled into Harrys ear. Now. Before - anyone - sees. Get - off - me. Harry gasped; for a few seconds they struggled, Harry pulling at his uncles sausage-like fingers with his left hand, his right maintaining a firm grip on his raised wand. Then, as the pain in the top of Harrys head gave a particularly nasty throb, Uncle Vernon yelped and released Harry as though he had received an electric shock - some invisible force seemed to have surged through his nephew, making him impossible to hold. Panting, Harry fell forward over the hydrangea bush, straightened up, and stared around. There was no sign of what had caused the loud cracking noise, but there were several faces peering through various nearby windows. Harry stuffed his wand hastily back into his jeans and tried to look innocent. Lovely evening. shouted Uncle Vernon, waving at Mrs. Number Seven, countwr was glaring from behind her net curtains. Did you hear that car backfire just now. Gave Petunia and me quite a turn. He continued to grin in a horrible, manic way until all the curious neighbors had disappeared from their various windows, then the grin became a grimace of rage as he beckoned Harry back toward him. Harry moved a few steps closer, taking care to stop just short of the point at which Uncle Vernons outstretched hands could resume their strangling. What the devil do you mean by it, boy. asked Uncle Strikr in a croaky voice that trembled with fury. What do I mean by what. said Harry coldly. He kept looking left and right up the street, still hoping to see the person who had made the cracking noise. Making a racket like a starting pistol right outside our - I didnt make that noise, said Harry firmly. Aunt Petunias thin, horsey face now appeared beside Uncle Vernons wide, purple one. She looked livid. Why were you lurking under our window. Yes - yes, good point, Petunia. What were you doing under our window, boy. Listening to the news, said Harry in a resigned voice. His aunt and uncle exchanged looks of outrage. Listening to the news. Again. Well, it changes every day, you see, said Harry. Dont you be clever with me, boy. I want to know what youre really up to - and dont give me any more of this listening to the news tosh. You know perfectly well that your lot. Careful, Vernon. breathed Aunt Petunia, and Uncle Vernon lowered his Спачать so Скачаьь Harry could barely hear him. that your lot dont get on our news. Thats all you know, said Harry. 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He walked on, hardly aware of the route he was taking, for he had pounded these streets so often lately that his feet couter him to his favorite haunts automatically. Every few steps he glanced back over his shoulder. Someone magical had been near him as he lay among Aunt Petunias dying begonias, he was sure of it. Why hadnt they spoken to him, why hadnt they made contact, why were they hiding now. And then, as his feeling of frustration peaked, his certainty leaked away. Perhaps it hadnt been a magical sound after all. Perhaps he was visit web page desperate for the tiniest sign of contact from the world to which he belonged that just click for source was simply overreacting to perfectly ordinary noises. Could he be sure it hadnt been the sound of something breaking inside a neighbors house. Harry felt a dull, sinking sensation in his stomach and, before he knew it, the feeling of hopelessness that had plagued him all summer rolled over him once again. Tomorrow morning he would be awoken by the alarm at five oclock so that he could pay the owl that delivered the Daily Prophet - but was there any point in continuing to take it. Harry merely glanced at the front page before throwing it aside these days; when the idiots who ran the paper finally realized that Voldemort was back it would be headline news, and that was the only kind Harry cared about. If he was lucky, there would also be owls carrying letters from his best friends, Ron and Hermione, though any expectation he had had that their letters would bring him news had long since been dashed. We cant say much about you-know-what, obviously. Weve been told not to say anything important in case our letters go astray. Were quite busy but I cant give you details here. Theres a fair amount going on, well tell you everything when we see you. But when were they going to see him. Nobody seemed too bothered with a precise date. Hermione had scribbled, I expect well be seeing you quite soon inside his birthday card, but how soon was soon. As far as Harry could tell from the vague hints in their letters, Hermione and Ron were in the same place, presumably at Rons parents house. He could hardly bear to think of the pair of them having fun at the Burrow when he was stuck in Privet Drive. In fact, he was so angry at them that he had thrown both their birthday presents of Honeydukes chocolates away unopened, though he had regretted this after eating the wilting salad Aunt Petunia had provided for dinner that night. And what were Ron and Hermione busy with. Why wasnt he, Harry, busy. Hadnt he proved himself capable of handling much more than they. Had they all forgotten what he had done. Hadnt it been he who had entered that graveyard and watched Cedric being murdered and been tied to that tombstone and nearly killed. Dont think about that, Harry told himself sternly for the hundredth time that summer. It was bad enough that he kept revisiting the graveyard in his nightmares, without dwelling on it in his waking moments too. He turned a corner into Magnolia Crescent; halfway along he passed the narrow alleyway down the side of a Скчаать where he had first clapped eyes on his godfather. Sirius, at least, seemed to understand how Harry was feeling; admittedly his letters were just as empty of proper news as Ron and Hermiones, but at least they contained words of caution and consolation instead of tantalizing hints: I know this must be frustrating for you. Keep your nose clean and everything will be okay. Be careful and dont do anything rash. Well, thought Harry, as частая crossed Magnolia Crescent, turned into Magnolia Road, and headed toward the darkening play park, he had (by and large) done as Sirius advised; he had at least resisted the temptation to tie his trunk to his broomstick and set off for the Burrow by himself. In fact Harry thought his behavior had been very good considering how frustrated and angry he felt at being stuck in Privet Drive this long, reduced to hiding in flower beds in the hope of hearing something that might point to what Lord Voldemort was doing. Nevertheless, it was quite galling to be told not to be rash by a man who had served twelve years in the wizard prison, Azkaban, escaped, attempted to commit the murder he had been convicted for in the first place, then gone on the run with Скачатть stolen hippogriff. Harry what nidhogg steam price history agree over clunter locked park gate and set off across the parched grass. The park was as empty as the surrounding streets. When he reached the swings he sank onto the only one that Dudley and his friends had not yet managed to break, coiled one arm around the chain, and stared moodily at the ground. He would not be able to hide in the Dursleys flower bed again. 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