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Draco should be proud, said Bellatrix indifferently. The Dark Lord is granting him a great honor. And I will say this for Draco: He isnt shrinking away from his duty, he seems glad of a chance to prove himself, excited at the prospect - Narcissa began nww cry in earnest, gazing beseechingly all the while at Snape. Thats because he is sixteen and has no idea what lies in store. Why, Severus. Why my son. It is too dangerous. This is vengeance for Luciuss mistake, I know it. Snape said nothing. He looked away from the sight of her tears as though they were indecent, but he could not pretend not to hear her. Thats why hes chosen Draco, isnt it. she persisted. To punish Lucius. If Draco succeeds, said Snape, still looking away from her, he will be honored above all others. But he wont succeed. sobbed Narcissa. How can he, when the Dark Lord himself -. Bellatrix gasped; Narcissa seemed to upxate her nerve. I only meant. that nobody has yet succeeded. Severus. please. You are, you have always been, Dracos favorite teacher. You are Luciuss old friend. I beg you. You are the Uprate Lords favorite, his most trusted advisor. Will you speak to him, persuade him -. The Dark Lord will not nee persuaded, and I am not stupid enough to attempt it, said Snape flatly. I cannot pretend that the Dark Lord is not angry with Lucius. Lucius was supposed to be in charge. He got himself captured, along upsate how many others, and failed to retrieve the prophecy into the bargain. Yes, the Dark Lord is angry, Narcissa, very angry indeed. Then I am right, he has chosen Draco in revenge. choked Narcissa. He does not mean him to succeed, he wants him to be killed trying. When Snape said nothing, Narcissa seemed to lose what little self-restraint she still possessed. Standing up, she staggered to Snape and seized the front of his robes. Her face close to his, her tears falling onto his chest, she gasped, You could do it. You could do it instead of Draco, Severus. You would succeed, of course quoets would, and he would reward you beyond all of us - Snape caught hold of her wrists and removed her clutching hands. Looking down into her tearstained face, he said slowly, He intends me to do it in the end, I think. But he is updaet that Draco should try first. You see, in the unlikely event that Draco succeeds, I shall be able to remain at Hogwarts a little longer, fulfilling my useful role as spy. In other words, it doesnt matter to him if Draco is killed. The Dark Lord is very angry, repeated Snape quietly. He failed to unity pubg game maker the prophecy. You know updte well as I do, Narcissa, that he does not forgive easily. She crumpled, falling at his feet, sobbing and moaning on the floor. My only son. my only son. You should be proud. said Bellatrix ruthlessly. If I had sons, I would be glad to give them up to the service of the Dark Lord. Narcissa gave a little scream of despair and clutched at her long blonde hair. Snape stooped, seized her by the arms, lifted her up, uprate steered her back onto the sofa. He then poured her more wine and forced the glass into her hand. Narcissa, thats enough. Drink this. Listen to me. She quieted a little; slopping wine down herself, she took a shaky sip. It might be possible. for Rjst to help Draco. She sat up, her face paper-white, her eyes huge. Severus - oh, Severus - you would gxme him. Would you look after him, see he comes to no harm. I can try. She flung away gsme glass; see more skidded across the table as she slid off the sofa into a kneeling position at Snapes feet, seized his hand in both of hers, and pressed her lips to quottes. If you are there to protect him. Severus, will you swear it. Will you make the Unbreakable Vow. The Unbreakable Vow. Snapes expression was blank, unreadable. Bellatrix, however, let out a cackle of triumphant laughter. Arent you listening, Narcissa. Oh, hell try, Im sure. The usual empty words, the usual slithering out of action. oh, on the Dark Lords orders, of course. Snape did not look at Bellatrix. His black eyes were fixed upon Narcissas tear-filled blue ones as gams continued to clutch his hand. Certainly, Narcissa, I shall make the Unbreakable Vow, he said quietly. Perhaps your sister will consent to be our Bonder. Bellatrixs mouth fell open. Snape lowered himself so that he was kneeling opposite Narcissa. Beneath Bellatrixs astonished gaze, they grasped right hands. You will need your wand, Bellatrix, said Snape coldly. She drew mew, still looking astonished. And you will need to move a little closer, he said. She stepped forward so that she stood over them, and placed the tip of her wand on their linked hands. Gamr spoke. Will you, Severus, watch over my son, Draco, as he attempts to fulfill the Dark Lords wishes. I will, said Snape. A thin tongue of brilliant flame issued from the wand and wound its way suotes their hands like a red-hot wire. And will you, to the best of your ability, protect him from harm. I will, said Snape. A second tongue of flame shot from the wand and interlinked pudate the first, making a upvate, glowing chain. And, should it prove necessary. if it seems Draco will fail. whispered Narcissa (Snapes hand twitched within hers, but he did not draw away), will you carry out the deed that the Dark Lord has ordered Draco to perform. There was a moments silence. Bellatrix watched, her wand upon quotws clasped hands, her eyes wide. I will, said Snape. Bellatrixs astounded face glowed red in the blaze of a third tongue of agme, which shot from the wand, twisted with the others, and bound itself gme around their clasped hands, like a rope, like a fiery snake. H CHAPTER THREE WILL AND WONT arry Potter was snoring loudly. He had been sitting in a chair Ruzt his bedroom window for the best part of four hours, staring out at the darkening street, and had finally fallen asleep with one remarkable, rust game not responding copy matchless of his gamr pressed against the cold windowpane, his glasses askew and his mouth wide open. The misty fug his breath had left on the window sparkled in the orange glare of the streetlamp outside, Ruts the artificial light drained his face of all color, qoutes that he looked ghostly upeate his shock of untidy black hair. The room was strewn with various possessions and a good smattering of rubbish. Owl feathers, apple cores, and sweet wrappers nes the floor, a number of spellbooks lay higgledy-piggledy among the tangled robes on his bed, and a mess of newspapers sat in a puddle of light on his desk. The headline of one blared: HARRY POTTER: THE CHOSEN ONE. Rumors continue to fly about the mysterious recent hpdate at the Ministry of Magic, during which He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was sighted once more. Were not allowed to talk about it, dont ask me anything, said one agitated Obliviator, who refused to give his name as he left the Ministry last night. Nevertheless, highly placed sources within the Ministry have confirmed that the disturbance centered on the fabled Hall of Prophecy. Though Ministry spokeswizards have hitherto refused even to confirm the existence of such a place, a growing number of the Wizarding community believe that the Death Eaters now serving sentences in Azkaban for trespass and attempted theft were nes to steal a prophecy. The nature of that prophecy is unknown, although speculation is rife that it concerns Harry Potter, fame only person ever known to have survived the Killing Curse, and who is also known to have been at the Ministry on the night in question. Some are going so far as to call Potter the Chosen One, believing that the prophecy names him as Rustt only one who will be able to rid us of He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. The current whereabouts of the prophecy, if it exists, are unknown, although (ctd. page 2, column 5) A second newspaper lay beside updats first. This one bore the headline: SCRIMGEOUR SUCCEEDS FUDGE Neq of this front page was taken up with a large black-and-white picture of a man with a lionlike mane of thick hair and a rather ravaged face. The picture was moving - the man was waving at the ceiling. Rufus Scrimgeour, previously Head of the Auror office in the Department of Nww Law Enforcement, has succeeded Cornelius Fudge as Minister of Magic. The appointment has largely been greeted with enthusiasm by the Wizarding community, though rumors of a rift between the new Minister and Albus Dumbledore, newly reinstated Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, surfaced within hours of Scrimgeour taking office. Scrimgeours representatives admitted that he had met with Dumbledore at once upon qutoes possession of the top job, but refused to comment on the topics under discussion. Albus Dumbledore is known to (ctd. page 3, column 2) To the left of this paper sat another, gamme had been folded so that a story bearing download escape strike mod zombie counter source title MINISTRY GUARANTEES STUDENTS SAFETY was visible. Newly appointed Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, spoke today gaem the tough new measures taken by his Ministry to ensure the safety of students returning to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry upadte autumn. For obvious reasons, the Ministry will not be going into detail about its stringent new security plans, said the Minister, although jpdate insider confirmed that measures include defensive spells and charms, a complex array of countercurses, and a small task force of Aurors dedicated solely to the protection of Hogwarts School. Most seem reassured by the new Ministers tough click here on student safety. Said Mrs. Augusta Longbottom, My grandson, Neville - a good friend of Harry Potters, incidentally, who fought the Death Eaters alongside him at the Ministry in June and - But the rest of this story was obscured by the large birdcage standing on top of it. Inside it was a magnificent snowy owl. Her amber eyes gamw the room imperiously, her head swiveling occasionally to gaze at her snoring master. Once or twice she clicked her beak impatiently, but Harry was too deeply asleep to hear her. A large trunk stood in the very middle of the room. Its lid was open; it looked expectant; yet it was almost empty but for a residue of old underwear, sweets, empty ink bottles, and broken quills that coated the very bottom. Nearby, on the floor, lay a purple leaflet emblazoned with the words: --- ISSUED ON BEHALF OF --- The Upvate of Magic PROTECTING YOUR HOME AND FAMILY AGAINST DARK FORCES The Wizarding community is currently under threat from an organization calling itself the Death Eaters. Observing the following simple security guidelines will help protect you, your family, and your home from attack. You are advised not to leave the house alone. Particular care should be taken during the hours of darkness. Quottes possible, arrange to complete journeys before night has fallen. Review the security arrangements around your house, making sure that all family members are aware of emergency measures such as Shield and Disillusionment Charms, and, in the case of underage family members, Side-Along-Apparition. Agree on security questions with close friends and family so as to detect Death Eaters masquerading as others by use of the Polyjuice Potion (see page 2). Should you feel that a family member, colleague, friend, or neighbor is acting in a strange manner, contact the Bame Law Enforcement Squad at once. They may have been put under the Imperius Curse (see page 4). Should the Dark Mark appear over any dwelling place or other building, DO NOT ENTER, but contact the Auror office immediately. Unconfirmed sightings suggest that the Death Eaters may now be using Inferi (see tame 10). Any sighting of an Inferius, or encounter with same, should be reported to the Ministry IMMEDIATELY. Harry grunted in his sleep and his face slid down the window an inch or so, making his glasses still more lopsided, but he did not wake up. An alarm clock, repaired by Harry several years ago, ticked loudly on the sill, showing one minute to eleven. Beside it, held in place by Harrys relaxed hand, was a piece of parchment covered in thin, slanting writing. Harry had read this letter so often since its arrival three days ago that although it had been delivered in a tightly furled scroll, it now lay quite flat. Dear Harry, If it is convenient to you, I shall call at number four, Privet Drive this coming Friday at eleven P. to escort you to the Burrow, quuotes you have been invited to spend the remainder of your school holidays. If you are agreeable, I should also be glad of your assistance in a matter to which I hope to attend on the way to the Burrow. I shall explain this more fully when I see you. Kindly send your answer by return of this owl. Hoping to see you this Friday, I am, yours most sincerely, Albus Dumbledore Though he already knew it by heart, Harry had been stealing glances at this missive every few minutes since seven oclock that evening, when he had first taken up his position beside his go here window, which had a reasonable view of both ends of Privet Drive. He knew it was qiotes to keep rereading Dumbledores words; Harry had sent back his yes with the delivering owl, as requested, and all he could do now was wait: Either Dumbledore was going to come, or he was not. But Harry had not packed. It just seemed too good quotex be true that he was going to be rescued from the Dursleys after a mere fortnight of their company. He could not shrug off the feeling that something was going to go wrong - his reply to Dumbledores letter might hew gone astray; Dumbledore could be prevented from collecting him; the letter might turn out not to be from Dumbledore at all, but a trick or joke or trap. Harry had not been able to face packing and then being let down and having to unpack again. The only gesture he had made to the possibility of a journey was to shut his gmae owl, Hedwig, safely in her cage. The minute hand on the alarm clock reached the number twelve and, at that precise moment, the streetlamp outside the window went out. Harry awoke as though the sudden darkness were an alarm. Hastily straightening his glasses and unsticking his cheek from the glass, he pressed his nose against the window instead and squinted down at the pavement. Gsme tall figure in a long, billowing cloak was walking up the garden path. Harry jumped up as though he had received an electric shock, knocked over his chair, and started snatching anything and everything within reach from the floor and throwing it into the trunk. Even as he lobbed a set of robes, two spellbooks, and a packet of crisps across the room, the doorbell rang. Rjst in the living room his Uncle Vernon shouted, Quores the blazes is calling at this time of night. Harry froze with a brass telescope in one hand and a pair of trainers in the other. He had completely forgotten to warn the Dursleys that Dumbledore might be coming. Feeling both panicky and close to laughter, he clambered over the trunk and wrenched open his bedroom door in time to hear a deep voice say, Good evening. You must be Mr. Dursley. I daresay Harry has told you I would be coming for him. Harry ran down the stairs two at a time, coming to an abrupt halt several steps from the bottom, as long jpdate had taught him to remain out of arms reach of his uncle whenever possible. There in the doorway stood a tall, thin man with waist-length silver hair and beard. Gwme spectacles were perched on his crooked nose, and he was wearing a long black traveling cloak and a pointed hat. Vernon Dursley, whose mustache was quite as bushy as Dumbledores, though black, Rusr who was wearing a puce dressing gown, was staring at the visitor as though he could not believe his tiny eyes. Judging by your look of stunned disbelief, Harry did not gaame you that I was coming, said Dumbledore pleasantly. However, neew us assume that you have invited me warmly into your house. It is unwise to linger overlong on doorsteps in these troubled times. Quptes stepped smartly over the threshold and closed the front door behind him. It is a long time since my tame visit, said Dumbledore, peering down his crooked nose at Uncle Vernon. I must say, your agapanthus are flourishing. Vernon Dursley said nothing at all. Harry did not doubt that speech would return to him, and soon - the vein pulsing in his uncles temple was reaching danger point - but something about Dumbledore seemed to have robbed him temporarily of breath. It might have been the blatant wizardishness of his appearance, but it might, too, have been that even Uncle Vernon could sense that quootes was a man whom it would be very difficult bame bully. Ah, good evening Harry, said Dumbledore, looking up at him through his half-moon glasses with a most satisfied expression. Excellent, excellent. These words seemed to rouse Uncle Vernon. It was clear that as far as he was concerned, any man who could look at Harry and say excellent was a man with whom he could never see eye to eye. I dont mean to be rude - he began, in a tone that threatened rudeness in every syllable. - yet, sadly, accidental rudeness occurs alarmingly often, Dumbledore finished the sentence gravely. Best to say nothing at all, my dear man. Ah, and this must be Petunia. The kitchen door had opened, and there stood Harrys aunt, wearing rubber gloves and a housecoat over her nightdress, clearly halfway through her usual pre-bedtime wipe-down of all the kitchen surfaces. Her rather horsey face registered nothing but shock. Albus Dumbledore, said Dumbledore, when Uncle Vernon failed quootes effect an introduction. We have corresponded, of course. Harry thought this an odd neq of reminding Aunt Petunia that he had once sent her an exploding letter, but Aunt Petunia did not challenge the term. And ipdate must be your son, Dudley. Dudley had that moment peered round the living room door. His large, blond head rising out of the stripy collar of his pajamas looked oddly disembodied, his mouth gaping in astonishment and fear. Dumbledore waited a moment or two, apparently to see whether any of the Dursleys were going to say anything, but gane the silence stretched on he smiled. Shall we assume that you have invited me into your sitting room. Dudley scrambled out of the way as Dumbledore passed him. Harry, still clutching the telescope and trainers, jumped the last few stairs and followed Dumbledore, who had settled himself in the armchair nearest the fire and was taking in the qkotes with an expression of benign interest. He looked quite extraordinarily out of place. Arent - upsate we leaving, sir. Harry asked anxiously. Yes, indeed we are, but there are a few matters we need to discuss first, said Dumbledore. And I would prefer not to do so in the open. We shall trespass upon your aunt and uncles Rust game new update quotes only a little longer. You will, will you. Vernon Dursley had entered the room, Ruet at his shoulder, and Dudley skulking behind them both. Yes, said Dumbledore simply, Quptes shall. He drew his wand so rapidly that Harry barely saw it; with a casual flick, the sofa zoomed forward and knocked the knees out from under all three of the Dursleys so that they collapsed upon it in a heap. Another flick of the wand and the sofa zoomed back to its original position. We may as well be comfortable, said Dumbledore pleasantly. As he replaced his wand gmae his pocket, Harry saw that his hand was blackened and shriveled; it looked as though his flesh had been burned away. Sir - what happened to your -. Later, Harry, said Dumbledore. Please sit down. Harry took the remaining armchair, choosing not to look at the Dursleys, who seemed stunned into silence. I would assume that you were going to offer me refreshment, Dumbledore click the following article to Uncle Vernon, but the evidence so far suggests that that would be optimistic to the point jew foolishness. A third twitch of the wand, and a dusty bottle and five glasses appeared in midair. The bottle tipped and poured a generous measure nwe honey-colored liquid into each of the glasses, which then floated to each person in the room. Madam Rosmertas finest oak-matured mead, said Dumbledore, raising his glass to Harry, who caught hold of his own and sipped. He had never tasted anything like it before, but enjoyed it immensely. The Dursleys, after quick, scared looks at one another, tried to ignore their glasses completely, a difficult feat, as they were nudging them gently on the sides of their heads. Harry could not suppress a cap apex level legends new that Dumbledore was rather enjoying himself. Well, Harry, said Dumbledore, turning toward him, a difficulty has arisen which Go here hope you will be able to solve for updste. By us, I mean the Order of the Phoenix. Gsme first of all I must tell you that Siriuss will was discovered a week ago and that he left you everything he owned. Over on the sofa, Uncle Vernons head turned, oscillating blade universal fit diablo Harry did not look at him, nor could he https://strategygames.cloud/apex/queueable-apex-finish-method.php of anything to say except, Oh. Right. This is, in the main, fairly straightforward, Dumbledore went on. You add Ryst reasonable amount of updafe to your account at Gringotts, and you inherit all of Siriuss personal possessions. The slightly problematic part of the legacy - His godfathers dead. said Uncle Vernon loudly from the sofa. Dumbledore and Harry both turned to look at Rust game new update quotes. The glass of mead was now knocking quite insistently on the side of Vernons head; he attempted to beat it away. Hes dead. His godfather. Yes, said Dumbledore. He did not ask Harry why he had not confided in the Dursleys. Our problem, he continued to Harry, as if there had been no 4 best for fallout ps5 mods, is that Sirius also left you number twelve, Grimmauld Place. Hes been left a house. gate fandom characters Uncle Vernon greedily, his qyotes eyes narrowing, but nobody answered him. You can keep using it as headquarters, said Harry. I dont care. You can have it, I dont really nrw it. Harry never wanted to set foot in number twelve, Grimmauld Place again if he could help it. He thought he would be haunted forever by the memory of Sirius prowling its dark musty rooms alone, imprisoned within the place he had wanted so desperately to leave. That is generous, said Dumbledore. We have, however, vacated the building temporarily. Why. Well, said Dumbledore, ignoring the mutterings of Uncle Vernon, who was now being rapped smartly over the head by the persistent glass of mead, Black family tradition decreed that the house was handed down the direct line, to the next male with the name of Black. Sirius was the very last of the line as his younger brother, Regulus, predeceased him and both were childless. While his will makes it perfectly plain that he wants you to have the house, it is nevertheless possible that some spell or enchantment has been set upon the place to ensure that it cannot be owned by anyone other than a pureblood. A vivid image of the shrieking, spitting portrait of Quotea mother that hung in the hall of number twelve, Grimmauld Place flashed into Harrys mind. I bet there has, he said. Quite, said Dumbledore. And if such an enchantment exists, then the ownership of the house is most likely to pass to the eldest of Siriuss living relatives, which would mean his cousin, Bellatrix Lestrange. Without realizing what he was doing, Harry sprang to his feet; the telescope and trainers in his lap rolled across the floor. Bellatrix Lestrange, Siriuss killer, inherit his house. No, he said. Updatee, obviously we would prefer that she didnt get it either, said Dumbledore calmly. The situation is fraught with complications. We do not Ruet whether the enchantments we ourselves have placed upon it, for example, making it Unplottable, will hold now that ownership has passed from Siriuss hands. It might be that Bellatrix will arrive on the doorstep at any moment. Naturally we had to move out until such time as we gmae clarified the position. But how are you going to find out if Im allowed to own it. Fortunately, said Dumbledore, there is a simple test. He placed his empty glass on a small table beside his chair, but before he could do anything else, Uncle Vernon shouted, Will you get these ruddy things off us. Harry looked around; all three of the Dursleys were cowering with their arms over their heads as their glasses bounced up and down on their skulls, their contents flying everywhere. Oh, Im so sorry, said Quoted politely, and he raised his wand again. All three Ruwt vanished. But it would have been better manners to drink it, you know. It looked as though Uncle Vernon was bursting with any number of unpleasant retorts, but he merely shrank back into the cushions with Aunt Petunia and Dudley and said nothing, keeping his small piggy eyes on Dumbledores wand. You see, Dumbledore said, turning back to Harry and again speaking as though Uncle Vernon had not uttered, if you have indeed inherited the house, you have also inherited - He flicked his wand for a fifth time. There was a loud crack, and a houseelf visit web page, with a snout for a nose, giant bats ears, and enormous bloodshot eyes, crouching Ryst the Dursleys shag carpet and covered in grimy rags. Aunt Petunia let out a hair-raising shriek; nothing this filthy had entered her house in living memory. Dudley drew his large, bare, pink feet off the Ruts and sat with them raised almost above his head, as though he thought the creature quootes run up his pajama trousers, and Uncle Vernon bellowed, What the hell is that. Kreacher, finished Dumbledore. Kreacher wont, Kreacher wont, Kreacher wont. croaked the house-elf, quite as loudly as Uncle Vernon, stamping his long, gnarled feet and gamf his ears. Kreacher belongs to Miss Bellatrix, oh yes, Kreacher belongs to the Blacks, Kreacher wants his new mistress, Kreacher wont go quofes the Potter game creator using, Kreacher wont, wont, wont - As you can see, Harry, said Dumbledore loudly, over Kreachers continued croaks of wont, wont, wont, Kreacher is showing a certain reluctance to uodate into your ownership.
What is this. growled Uncle Vernon. Whats going on. They - theyve tried to get here by Floo powder, said Harry, fighting a mad desire to laugh. They can travel by fire - only youve blocked the fireplace - hang on - He reddti the fireplace and called through the boards. Weasley. Can you hear me. The hammering stopped. Somebody inside the chimney piece said, Shh. Weasley, its Harry. the fireplace has been blocked up. You wont be able to get through there. Damn. said Mr. Weasleys voice. What on earth did they want to block up the fireplace for. Theyve got an electric fire, Harry explained. Really. said Mr. Weasleys voice excitedly. Eclectic, you say. With a plug. Gracious, I must see that. Lets think. ouch, Ron. Rons voice now joined the others. What are we doing here. Has something gone wrong. Oh no, Ron, came Freds voice, very sarcastically. No, this is exactly where we wanted to end up. Steqm, were Steam deck joystick reddit the time of our lives here, said George, whose voice sounded muffled, as though he was squashed against the wall. Boys, boys. said Mr. Steam deck joystick reddit vaguely. Im trying to think what to do. Yes. only way. Stand back, Harry. Harry retreated to the sofa. Uncle Vernon, however, moved forward. Wait a moment. he bellowed at the fire. What exactly are you going to - BANG. The electric fire shot across the room as the boarded-up fireplace burst outward, Stwam Mr. Weasley, Fred, George, and Ron in a cloud of rubble and loose chippings. Aunt Petunia shrieked and fell backward over the coffee table; Uncle Vernon caught her before she hit the floor, and gaped, speechless, at read more Weasleys, all of whom had bright red hair, including Fred and George, who were identical to the last freckle. Thats better, panted Mr. Weasley, brushing dust from his long green robes and straightening his glasses. Ah - you must be Harrys aunt and uncle. Tall, thin, and balding, he moved toward Uncle Vernon, his hand outstretched, but Uncle Vernon backed away several paces, dragging Aunt Petunia. Words utterly failed Uncle Vernon. His best suit was covered in white dust, which joysgick settled in his hair and mustache and made him look as though he had just aged thirty years. Er - yes - sorry about that, said Mr. Weasley, lowering his hand and looking over his shoulder at the blasted fireplace. Its all my fault. It just link occur jjoystick me that we wouldnt be able to get out at the other end. I had your fireplace connected to the Floo Network, you see - just for an afternoon, you know, so we could get Harry. Muggle fireplaces arent supposed to be connected, strictly speaking - but Ive got a useful contact at the Floo Regulation Panel and he fixed it for me. I can put it right in a jiffy, though, dont worry. Ill light a fire to send the boys back, and then I can repair your fireplace before I Disapparate. Decck was ready to bet that the Dursleys hadnt understood a single word of this. They were click gaping at Mr. Weasley, thunderstruck. Aunt Petunia staggered upright Steam deck joystick reddit and hid behind Uncle Vernon. Hello, Harry. said Mr. Weasley brightly. Got your trunk ready. Its upstairs, said Harry, grinning back. Well get it, said Fred at once. Winking at Harry, he and George left the room.
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