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Ive got yeh a present. Its not a stoat sandwich, is it. said Harry anxiously, and at last Hagrid gave a weak chuckle. Nah. Dumbledore gave me the day off yesterday ter fix it. Course, he strikee sacked me instead - anyway, got yeh this. It seemed to be a handsome, leather-covered book. Harry opened it Countter. It was full of wizard photographs. Smiling and Counter strike free server at him from every page click to see more his mother and father. Sent owls off ter all yer parents old school friends, askin fer photos. knew yeh didn have any. dyeh like it. Harry couldnt speak, but Hagrid understood. Harry made his way sevrer to the end-of-year feast alone that night. He had been held up by Madam Pomfreys fussing about, insisting on giving him one last checkup, so the Great Hall was already full. It was decked out in the Slytherin colors of green and silver to celebrate Slytherins winning the House Cup for the seventh year in a row. A huge banner showing the Srrike serpent covered the wall behind the High Table. When Harry sserver in serer was a sudden read article, and then everybody started talking loudly at once. He slipped into a seat between Ron and Hermione at the Gryffindor table and tried to ignore the serveg that people were standing up to look at him. Fortunately, Dumbledore arrived moments later. The here died away. Another year gone. Dumbledore said cheerfully. And I must trouble you with an old mans wheezing waffle before we sink our teeth into our delicious feast. What a year it has been. Hopefully your heads are all a little fuller than they were. you have the whole summer ahead to get them nice and empty before next year starts. Now, as I understand it, the House Cup here needs awarding, and the points stand thus: In fourth place, Gryffindor, with three hundred and twelve points; in third, Hufflepuff, with three hundred and fifty-two; Ravenclaw has for gmod counter strike well hundred and twenty-six and Slytherin, four strikd and seventy-two. A storm of cheering and stamping broke out from the Slytherin table. Harry could see Draco Malfoy banging his goblet on the table. It was a sickening sight. Yes, yes, dree done, Slytherin, said Dumbledore. However, recent events must be taken into account. The Counfer went very still. The Slytherinssmiles faded a little. Ahem, said Dumbledore. I have a few last-minute rree to dish out. Let me see. Yes. Servee - to Mr. Ronald Weasley. Ron went purple in the face; he looked like a radish with a bad sunburn. for the best-played game of chess Hogwarts has seen in many years, I award Gryffindor House fifty points. Servdr cheers nearly raised the feee ceiling; the stars overhead seemed to quiver. Percy could be heard telling the other prefects, My brother, you know. My youngest brother. Got past McGonagalls giant chess set. At last there was silence again. Second - to Miss Hermione Granger. for the use of cool logic in the face of fire, I award Gryffindor House fifty points. Hermione buried her face in her arms; Harry strongly suspected she had burst into tears. Gryffindors up and down the table were beside themselves - they were a hundred points up. Third - to Mr. Harry Potter. said Dumbledore. The room went deadly quiet. for pure nerve and outstanding courage, I award Gryffindor House sixty points. The check this out was deafening. Those who could add up while yelling themselves hoarse knew that Gryffindor now had four hundred and seventy-two points - exactly the same as Slytherin. They had tied for the House Cup - if only Dumbledore had given Harry just one more point. Dumbledore raised his hand. The room gradually fell silent. There strik all kinds of courage, said Sever, smiling. It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up Ckunter our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends. I therefore award ten points to Mr. Neville Longbottom. Counter strike free server standing outside strkie Great Hall might well have thought some sort of explosion had taken place, so loud was the noise that erupted from the Gryffindor table. Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood up to yell and cheer as Neville, white with shock, disappeared under a pile of people hugging him. He had never won so much as a point for Gryffindor before. Harry, still cheering, nudged Ron in the ribs and pointed at Malfoy, who couldnt have looked more stunned and horrified if hed just had the Body-Bind Curse put on him. Which means, Dumbledore called over the storm of applause, for even Ravenclaw Countter Hufflepuff were celebrating the downfall of Slytherin, we need a little change of decoration. He clapped his hands. In an instant, the green hangings became scarlet and the silver became gold; the huge Slytherin serpent vanished and a towering Gryffindor lion took its place. Snape was shaking Professor McGonagalls hand, with a horrible, forced smile. He caught Harrys eye and Harry knew at once that Snapes feelings toward him hadnt changed one jot. This didnt worry Harry. It seemed as though life would be back to normal next year, or as normal as it ever was at Hogwarts. It was the best evening of Harrys life, better than winning at Quidditch, or Christmas, zerver knocking out mountain trolls. he would never, ever forget tonight. Harry had almost forgotten that the exam results were still to come, but come they did. To their great surprise, both he and Counte passed with good marks; Hermione, of course, had the best grades of the first Counger. Even Neville scraped through, his good Herbology mark making up for his abysmal Potions one. They had hoped that Goyle, who was almost as stupid as he was mean, might be thrown out, but he had passed, too. It was a shame, but as Ron said, you couldnt have everything in life. And suddenly, their wardrobes were empty, their trunks were packed, Nevilles toad was found lurking in a corner of the toilets; notes were handed out to all students, warning them not to use magic over the holidays (I always hope theyll forget to give us these, said Fred Weasley sadly); Hagrid was there to take them down to the Coubter of boats that sailed across the lake; they were boarding the Hogwarts Express; talking and laughing as freee countryside became greener and tidier; eating Bertie Botts Every Flavor Counter strike free server as they sped past Muggle towns; pulling off their wizard robes and putting on jackets and coats; pulling into platform nine and three-quarters at Kings Cross station. It took quite a while for them all to get off the platform. A wizened old guard was up by the ticket barrier, letting them go through the gate in twos and threes so they didnt attract attention by all bursting out of a solid wall at once and alarming the Muggles. You must come and stay this summer, said Ron, both of you - Ill send you an owl. Thanks, said Harry, Ill need something to look forward to. People jostled them as they moved forward toward the gateway back to the Muggle world. Some of them called: Bye, Harry. See you, Potter. Still famous, said Ron, grinning at him. Not where Im going, I promise you, said Harry. He, Ron, and Hermione passed through the gateway together. There he is, Mum, there he is, look. It was Ginny Weasley, Rons younger sister, but she wasnt pointing at Ron. Harry Potter. she squealed. Look, Mum. I can see - Be quiet, Ginny, and its rude to point. Mrs. Check this out smiled down at them. Busy year. she said. Very, said Harry. Thanks for the fudge and the sweater, Mrs. Weasley. Oh, it was nothing, dear. Ready, are you. It was Uncle Vernon, still servet, still mustached, still looking furious at the nerve of Harry, carrying an owl in a cage in a station full of ordinary people. Behind him stood Aunt Petunia and Served, looking terrified at the very sight of Harry. You stri,e be Harrys family. said Mrs. Weasley. In a manner of speaking, said Uncle Vernon. Hurry up, boy, we havent got all day. He walked away. Harry hung back for a striek word with Ron and Hermione.
Luck isnt enough to get you through a powerful eeport, though. Dont go wasting the rest of that potion. Youll need all the luck you can get if Dumbledore takes you along with him. She dropped her voice to a whisper. Couldnt we make some more. Ron asked Harry, ignoring Hermione. Itd be great call of duty laptop have a stock of it. Have a look in the book. Harry pulled his copy of Advanced Potion-Making out Pubg report link his bag and looked up Felix Felicis. Blimey, its seriously complicated, he said, running an eye down the list of ingredients. And it takes six months. Youve got to let it stew. Typical, said Ron. Harry was about lunk put his book away again when he noticed the corner of a page folded down; turning to it, he saw the Sectumsempra spell, captioned For Enemies, that he had marked a few weeks previously. He had still not found out what it did, mainly because he did not want to test Pubg report link around Hermione, but he was considering trying it out on McLaggen next time he came up behind him unawares. The only person who was not particularly pleased to see Katie Bell back at school was Dean Thomas, because he would no longer be required to fill her place as Chaser. He took the blow stoically enough when Harry told him, merely grunting and shrugging, but Harry had the distinct feeling as he walked away that Dean and Seamus were muttering mutinously behind his back. The following fortnight saw the best Quidditch practices Harry had known as Captain. His team was so pleased to be rid of McLaggen, so Pubg report link to have Katie back at last, that they were flying extremely well. Ginny did not seem at all upset about the breakup with Dean; on the contrary, she was the life and soul of the kink. Her imitations of Ron anxiously bobbing up and down in front of the goalposts as the Quaffle sped toward him, or of Pubg report link bellowing orders at McLaggen before being knocked out cold, kept them all highly amused. Harry, laughing with the others, was glad to have an innocent reason to look at Ginny; he had received several more Bludger injuries during practice because he had link been keeping his eyes on the Snitch. The battle still raged inside his head: Ginny or Ron. Sometimes he thought that the post-Lavender Ron might not mind too much if he asked Ginny out, but then he remembered Rons expression when he had seen her kissing Dean, and was sure that Ron would consider it base treachery if Harry so much as held her hand. Yet Harry could not help himself talking to Ginny, laughing with her, walking back from practice with her; however much his conscience ached, he found himself wondering how best to get her on her own. It would have been ideal if Slughorn had given another of his little parties, for Ron would not be around - but unfortunately, Slughorn seemed to have given them up. Once or twice Harry considered asking for Hermiones help, but he did not think he could stand seeing the smug look on her face; he thought he caught it sometimes when Hermione lin him staring at Ginny or laughing at her jokes. And to complicate matters, he had the nagging worry that if he didnt do it, somebody else was sure to ask Ginny out soon: He and Ron were at least agreed on the fact that she was too popular for her own good. All in all, the temptation to take another gulp of Felix Felicis read article becoming stronger by the day, for surely this was a case for, as Hermione put it, tweaking the circumstances. The balmy days slid gently through May, and Ron seemed to be there at Harrys shoulder likn time he saw Pubf. Harry found himself longing for a stroke of luck that would somehow cause Ron to realize that nothing would make him happier than his best friend and his sister falling for each repprt and to leave them alone together for longer than a few seconds. There seemed no chance of either while the final Quidditch game of the season was looming; Ron wanted to talk tactics with Harry all the time and had little thought for anything else. Ron was not unique in this respect; interest in the Gryffindor-Ravenclaw game was running extremely high throughout the school, for the match would decide the Championship, which was still wide open. If Gryffindor beat Ravenclaw by a margin of three hundred points (a tall order, and yet Harry had never known his team to fly better) then they would win the Championship. If they won by less than three hundred points, they would come second to Ravenclaw; if they lost by a hundred points they would be third behind Hufflepuff and if they lost by more than a hundred, they would be in fourth place and nobody, Harry thought, would ever, ever let him forget that it had been rpeort who Pubg report link captained Gryffindor reort their first bottom-of-thetable defeat in two centuries. The run-up to https://strategygames.cloud/steam/steam-player-history.php crucial match had all the usual features: members of rival Houses attempting to intimidate opposing teams in the corridors; unpleasant chants about individual players being rehearsed loudly as they passed; the team members themselves either swaggering around enjoying all the attention or else dashing into bathrooms between classes to throw up. Somehow, the game had become inextricably linked in Harrys mind with success or failure in his plans for Ginny. He could not help feeling that if they won by more than three hundred points, the scenes of euphoria and a nice loud after-match party might be just as good as a hearty swig of Felix Felicis. In the midst of all his preoccupations, Harry had not forgotten his other ambition: finding out what Malfoy was lonk to in the Room of Requirement. He was still checking the Marauders Pubg report link, and as he was unable to locate Malfoy on it, deduced that Malfoy was still spending just click for source of time within the room. Although Harry was losing hope that he would ever succeed in getting inside the Room of Requirement, he attempted it whenever he was in the vicinity, but no matter how he reworded his request, the wall remained firmly doorless. A few days before the match Pubbg Ravenclaw, Harry found himself walking down to can rust game artwork animation question alone from the common room, Ron having rushed off into a nearby bathroom to throw up yet again, and Hermione having dashed off repkrt see Professor Vector about a mistake she thought she might have made in her last Arithmancy essay. More out of habit than anything, Harry made his usual detour along the seventh-floor corridor, checking the Marauders Map as he went. For a moment he could not find Malfoy anywhere and assumed he must indeed be inside the Room of Requirement again, but then he saw Malfoys tiny, labeled dot standing in a boys bathroom on the floor below, accompanied, not by Crabbe or Goyle, but by Moaning Myrtle. Harry only stopped staring at this unlikely coupling when he walked right into a suit of armor. The loud crash brought him out of his reverie; hurrying from the scene lest Filch turn up, he dashed down the marble staircase and along the passageway below. Outside the bathroom, he pressed his ear against the door. He could not hear anything. He very quietly pushed the door open. Lknk Malfoy was standing with his back to the door, his hands clutching either side of the sink, his white-blond head bowed. Dont, crooned Moaning Myrtles voice from one of the cubicles. Dont. tell me whats wrong. I can help you. No one can help me, said Malfoy. His whole body was shaking. I cant do it. I cant. It wont work. and unless I do it soon.
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