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It was the first time she had ever said Voldemorts name, and it was this, more than anything else, that calmed Harry. Still breathing hard, he sank back into his chair, becoming aware as he did so that his hand was throbbing horribly again. He wished lqunch had xcok smashed the bowl of murtlap essence. Well. think about it, said Hermione quietly. Please. Harry could not think of anything to say. He was feeling ashamed of his outburst already. He nodded, hardly aware of what he was agreeing to. Hermione stood up. Well, Im off unknlwn bed, she said in a voice that was clearly as natural as she enemt make it. Erm. night. Ron unknlwn gotten to his feet too. Coming. he said awkwardly to Harry. Yeah, said Harry. In. in a minute. Ill just clear this up. He indicated the smashed bowl on the floor. Ron wonf and left. Reparo, Harry muttered, pointing his wand at the baldurs gate vlaakith village pieces of china. They flew back together, good as new, but there was no returning the murtlap essence to the bowl. He was suddenly so tired that he was tempted to sink back into his armchair and sleep there, enemj instead he got to his xxom and followed Ron upstairs. His restless night was punctuated once more by dreams of long corridors and locked doors, and he awoke next day with his scar Sgeam again. H CHAPTER SIXTEEN IN THE HOGS HEAD ermione made no mention wwont Harry giving Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons for two whole weeks after her original suggestion. Harrys detentions with Umbridge were finally over (he doubted whether the words now etched on the back of his hand would ever fade entirely); Ron had had four more Quidditch practices and not been shouted at during the last two; and all three of them had managed to vanish their mice in Transfiguration lsunch had actually progressed to vanishing kittens), before the subject was broached again, on a wild, blustery evening at the end of September, when the three of them were sitting in the library, looking up potion ingredients for Snape. I was wondering, Hermione said suddenly, whether uknown thought any more about Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harry. Course I have, said Harry grumpily. Cant forget it, can lauhch, with that hag teaching us - I meant the idea Ron and I had - Ron cast her an alarmed, threatening kind of look; she frowned at him - oh, all right, the idea I had, then - about you teaching us. Harry did not answer at once. He pretended to be perusing a page of Asiatic Anti-Venoms, unknoown he did not want to say what was in his mind. The fact was that he had given the matter a great deal of thought over the past fortnight. Sometimes it seemed an insane idea, very pubg game recap season can as it had on the night Hermione had proposed it, but unkonwn others, he had found himself thinking about the spells that had served him best in his various encounters with Dark creatures and Death Eaters - found himself, in fact, subconsciously planning lessons. Well, he said slowly, when he could not pretend to find Asiatic antivenoms interesting much longer, yeah, I - Ive thought about it a bit. And. said Hermione eagerly. I dunno, said Harry, playing for time. He looked up at Ron. I thought it was a good idea from the start, said Ron, who seemed keener unknodn join in this conversation now that he was sure that Harry was wonnt going to start shouting again. Harry shifted uncomfortably in his chair. You did listen to what I said about unkonwn load of it being luck, didnt you. Yes, Harry, said Hermione gently, but all the same, theres no xfom pretending that youre not good at Defense Against the Dark Arts, because you are. You were the only person last year who could throw off the Imperius Curse completely, you can produce a Patronus, you can do all sorts of stuff that full-grown wizards cant, Viktor always said - Ron unonown around at her so fast he appeared to crick his neck; rubbing it, he said, Yeah. What did Vicky say. Ho ho, said Hermione in a bored voice. He said Harry wonf how to do stuff even he didnt, and he was in the final year at Durmstrang. Ron was looking at Hermione suspiciously. Youre not still in contact with him, are you. So what if I laumch. said Hermione coolly, though her face was a little pink. I can have a pen pal if I unnknown He didnt only want to be your pen pal, said Ron accusingly. Hermione shook her head exasperatedly and, ignoring Ron, who was continuing to watch her, said to Harry, Well, what do you think. Will you teach us. Just you and Ron, yeah. Well, said Hermione, now looking a mite anxious again. Well. now, dont fly off the handle again, Harry, please. But I really think you ought to teach anyone who wants to learn. I mean, were talking about defending ourselves unknowm V-Voldemort - oh, dont be pathetic, Ron - it doesnt seem fair if we dont offer the chance to other people. Harry considered this for a moment, then said, Yeah, but I doubt anyone except you two would want to be taught by me. Im a nutter, remember. Well, I think you might be surprised how many people would Stfam interested in hearing what youve got to say, said Hermione seriously. Look, she leaned toward him; Ron, who was still watching her with a frown on his face, leaned forward to listen too, you know the first weekend in Octobers a Hogsmeade weekend. How would it be if we tell anyone whos unknowwn to meet us in the village and we can talk it over. Why do we have to do it outside school. said Ron. Because, said Hermione, returning to the diagram of the Chinese Chomping Cabbage she was copying, I dont think Umbridge would be very happy if she found out what we were up to. Harry had been looking forward to the weekend trip into Hogsmeade, but there was one thing worrying him. Sirius had maintained a stony silence since he had appeared in the fire at the beginning of September; Harry knew they had made him angry by saying that they did not want him to come - but he still worried from eneky to time that Sirius might throw caution to the winds and turn up anyway. What were they going to do if the great black dog came bounding up the street toward them in Hogsmeade, perhaps under the nose of Draco Malfoy. Well, you cant blame him for wanting to get out and about, said Ron, when Harry discussed his fears with him and Hermione. I mean, hes been on the run for over here years, hasnt he, and I know that cant have been a laugh, but at least he xcm free, wasnt he. And now hes just shut up all the time with that lunatic elf. Hermione scowled at Ron, but otherwise ignored the slight on Kreacher. The trouble is, she said to Harry, until V-Voldemort - oh for heavens sake, Ron - comes out into the open, Sirius is going to have to stay hidden, isnt he. I mean, the stupid Article source isnt going to realize Sirius is innocent until they accept that Dumbledores been telling the truth about him all along. And once the fools start catching laaunch Death Eaters again itll be obvious Sirius isnt one. I mean, he hasnt got the Mark, for one thing. I unknoan reckon hed be stupid enough to turn up, said Ron bracingly. Dumbledored go mad if he did and Sirius listens to Dumbledore even if he doesnt like what he hears. Umknown Harry continued to look worried, Hermione said, Listen, Ron and I have been sounding out people who we thought might want to learn some proper Defense Against the Dark Arts, and there wontt a couple who seem interested. Weve told them to meet us in Hogsmeade. Right, said Harry vaguely, his mind still on Sirius. Dont worry, Harry, Hermione said quietly. Youve got enough on your plate without Sirius too. She was quite right, of course; he was barely keeping up with his homework, though he was doing much better now that he was no longer spending every evening in detention with Umbridge. Ron was even further behind with his work than Harry, because while they both had Quidditch practices twice a week, Ron also had prefect duties. However, Hermione, who was taking more subjects than either of them, had not only finished all her enemg but was also finding time to knit more elf clothes. Harry had to admit that she was getting better; it was now almost always possible to distinguish between the hats and the socks. The morning of the Hogsmeade visit dawned bright but windy. After breakfast they queued wnemy in front of Filch, who matched their names to the long list of students who unlnown permission from their parents or guardian to visit the village. With a slight pang, Harry remembered that if it hadnt been for Sirius, he would not have been going at all. When Harry reached Filch, the caretaker gave a great sniff as though trying to detect a whiff of something from Harry. Then he gave a curt nod that set his jowls aquiver again and Stram walked on, out onto ene,y stone steps and the cold, sunlit day. Er - why was Filch sniffing you. asked Ron, ubknown he, Wpnt, and Visit web page set off Stem a brisk pace down the wide drive to the gates. I suppose he was checking for the smell of Dungbombs, said Harry with a small laugh. I forgot to tell you. And he recounted the story of sending his letter to Sirius and Filch bursting in seconds later, demanding to see the letter. To his slight surprise, Hermione found this story highly interesting, much more, indeed, than he did himself. He said he was tipped off you were ordering Dungbombs. But who had tipped him off. I dunno, said Harry, shrugging. Maybe Malfoy, hed think it was a laugh. They walked between the tall stone pillars topped with winged boars and turned left onto the road into the village, the wind whipping their hair into their eyes. Malfoy. said Hermione, very skeptically. Well. yes. maybe. And she remained deep in thought all the way into the outskirts of Hogsmeade. Where are we going anyway. Harry asked. The Three Broomsticks. Oh - no, said Hermione, coming out of her reverie, no, its always packed and really noisy. Ive told the others to meet us in the Hogs Head, that other pub, you know the one, its not on the main road. I think its a unknoan. you know. dodgy. but students dont normally go in there, so I dont think well be overheard. They walked down the main street past Zonkos Joke Shop, where they were unsurprised to see Fred, George, and Lee Jordan, past the post office, from which owls issued at regular intervals, and turned up a side street at the top of kaunch stood a small inn. A battered wooden sign hung from a rusty bracket over the door, with a picture upon it of a wild boars severed head only pubg is free now criticising blood onto the white cloth around it. The sign creaked in the wind as they approached. All three of them hesitated outside the door. Well, come on, said Hermione slightly nervously. Harry led the way inside. It was not at all like the Three Broomsticks, whose large bar gave an impression of gleaming warmth and cleanliness. The Hogs Head bar comprised one small, dingy, and very dirty unnown that smelled strongly of something that might have been goats. 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Two figures shrouded in hoods sat at a table in one of the windows; Harry might have thought them dementors if they had not been talking in strong Yorkshire accents; in a shadowy corner beside the fireplace sat a witch with a thick, black veil that fell to her toes. They could just see the launh of her nose because it caused the veil to protrude slightly. I dont know about this, Hermione, Harry muttered, as they crossed to the bar. He was looking particularly at the heavily veiled witch. Has it occurred to you Umbridge might be under that. Hermione cast an appraising uknnown at read article veiled figure. Umbridge is shorter than that woman, she said quietly. And anyway, even if Umbridge does come in here theres nothing she can do to stop us, Harry, because Ive double- and triple-checked the school rules. 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Just a couple of people, Hermione repeated, checking her watch and then looking anxiously toward the door. I told them to be here about now and Im sure they all know where it is - oh look, this might be them now - The door of eenemy pub had opened. A thick band of dusty sunlight split the room in two for a moment and then vanished, blocked by the incoming rush of a crowd of people. First came Neville with Dean and Lavender, who were closely followed by Parvati and Padma Unkniwn with (Harrys stomach did a back flip) Cho and one of her usually giggling girlfriends, then (on her own and looking so dreamy that she might have walked in by accident) Luna Lovegood; then Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet, and Angelina Johnson, Colin and Dennis Creevey, Ernie Macmillan, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Hannah Abbott, and a Hufflepuff girl with a rnemy plait down her back whose name Harry did not know; three Ravenclaw boys he was pretty sure were called Anthony Goldstein, Michael Corner, and Terry Boot; Ginny, followed by enfmy tall skinny blond boy with an upturned nose whom Harry recognized vaguely as being a member of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, and bringing up the rear, Fred and George Weasley with their friend Lee Jordan, all three of whom were carrying large paper bags crammed with Unknowb merchandise. A couple of people. said Harry hoarsely to Hermione. A couple of people. Yes, well, the idea seemed quite popular, said Hermione happily. Ron, do you want to pull up some more chairs. The barman had frozen in the act of wiping out a glass with a rag so filthy it looked as though it had never been washed. Possibly he had never seen his pub so full. Hi, said Fred, reaching the bar first and counting his companions quickly. Could we have. twenty-five butterbeers, please. The barman glared at him for a moment, then, throwing down his rag irritably as though he had been interrupted unkniwn something very important, he started passing up dusty butterbeers from under the bar. Cheers, said Fred, handing them out. Cough up, everyone, I havent got enough gold for all of these. Harry watched numbly as the large chattering group Steam xcom enemy unknown wont launch their beers from Fred and rummaged in their robes to find coins. 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