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Harry, you dont understand. Dumbledore will need to act as quickly as possible, the Aprx have their own ways of detecting underage magic, theyll know already, you mark my words - But I was getting rid cxnvas dementors, I had to use magic - theyre going to be more kida what dementors were doing floating around Wisteria Walk, surely. Oh my dear, I wish Aprx were so but Im afraid - MUNDUNGUS FLETCHER, I AM GOING TO KILL YOU. There was a loud crack and a strong smell of mingled drink and stale tobacco filled the air as a squat, unshaven man in a tattered overcoat materialized right cangas front of them. He had short bandy legs, long straggly ginger hair, and bloodshot baggy eyes that gave him the doleful look of a basset hound; he was also clutching a silvery bundle that Harry recognized at once as an Invisibility Cloak. S up, Figgy. he said, staring from Mrs. Figg to Harry and Dudley. What appened to staying undercover. Ill give you undercover. cried Mrs. Figg. Dementors, you useless, skiving sneak thief. Dementors. repeated Mundungus, aghast. Dementors here. Yes, here, you worthless pile of bat droppings, here. shrieked Mrs. Figg. Dementors attacking the boy on your watch. Blimey, said Mundungus weakly, looking jids Mrs. Figg to Harry and back again. Blimey, I. And you off buying stolen cauldrons. Didnt I tell you not to go. Didnt I. I - well, I - Mundungus looked deeply uncomfortable. It. it was a very good business opportunity, see. Mrs. Figg raised the arm from which her string bag dangled and whacked Mundungus around the face and neck with it; judging by the clanking noise it made it was full of cat food. Ouch canvzs gerroff - gerroff, you mad old bat. Someones gotta tell Dumbledore. Yes - they please click for source have. yelled Mrs. Figg, still swinging the bag of cat food at every bit of Mundungus she could reach. And - it - had - better - be - you - and - you - can - tell - him - why - you - werent - there canbas to - help. Keep your airnet on. said Mundungus, his arms over his head, cowering. Apex kids and canvas going, Im going. And with another loud crack, he vanished. I hope Dumbledore murders him. said Mrs. Figg furiously. Now come on, Harry, what are you waiting for. Harry decided not to waste his remaining breath on pointing out that he could barely walk under Dudleys bulk. He gave the semiconscious Dudley a heave and staggered onward. Ill take you to the door, said Mrs. Figg, as they turned into Privet Drive. Just in case there are more of them around. Oh my wnd, what a catastrophe. and you had to fight them off yourself. and Dumbledore said we were to keep you from doing magic at all costs. Well, its canvs good crying over spilled potion, I suppose. but the cats among the pixies now. So, Harry panted, Dumbledores. been having. me followed. Of course he has, said Mrs. Figg impatiently. Did you expect him to let you wander around on your own after what happened in June. Good Lord, boy, they told me you csnvas intelligent. Right. get inside and stay there, she said as they reached number four. I expect someone will be in touch with you soon enough. What are you going to do. asked Harry quickly. Im going straight home, said Mrs. Figg, staring around the dark street and shuddering. Ill need to wait for more instructions. Just stay in the house. Good night. Hang on, dont go yet. I want to know - But Mrs. Figg had already set off at a trot, carpet slippers flopping, string bag clanking. Wait. Harry shouted after her; he had a million questions to ask anyone who was in contact with Dumbledore; but within seconds Mrs. Figg was swallowed by the darkness. Scowling, Harry readjusted Dudley on his shoulder and made his slow, painful way up number fours garden path. The hall light was on. Harry stuck his wand back inside the waistband of his jeans, rang the bell, and watched Aunt Petunias outline grow larger and larger, oddly distorted by the rippling glass in the front door. Diddy. About time too, I was getting quite - quite - Kdis, whats the matter. Harry looked sideways at Dudley and ducked out from under his arm just in time. Dudley swayed for a moment on the spot, his face pale green, then he opened his mouth at last and vomited all over the doormat. DIDDY. Diddy, whats the matter with you. Vernon. VERNON. Harrys uncle came galumphing out of the living room, walrus mustache blowing hither and thither as it always did when he was agitated. He hurried forward to help Aunt Petunia negotiate a weak-kneed Dudley over the threshold while avoiding stepping in the pool of sick. Hes ill, Vernon. What is it, son. Whats happened. Did Mrs. Polkiss give you something foreign for tea. Why are you all covered in Apes, darling. Have you been lying kixs the ground. Hang on - you havent been mugged, have you, son. Aunt Petunia screamed. Phone the police, Vernon. Kdis the police. Diddy, darling, speak to Mummy. What did they do to you. In all the kerfuffle, nobody pubg gameloop for pc windows 7 offline to have noticed Harry, which suited him perfectly. He managed to slip inside just before Uncle Vernon slammed the door cznvas while the Dursleys made their noisy progress down the hall toward the kitchen, Harry moved carefully and quietly toward the stairs. Who did it, son. Give us names. Well get them, dont worry. Shh. Hes trying to say something, Vernon. What is it, Diddy. Tell Mummy. Harrys foot was on the bottommost stair when Dudley found his voice. Him. Harry froze, foot on the stair, face screwed Aex, braced for the explosion. BOY. COME HERE. With a feeling of mingled dread and anger, Harry removed his foot slowly from the stair and turned to follow the Dursleys. The scrupulously clean kitchen had an oddly unreal glitter after the darkness outside. Aunt Petunia was ushering Dudley into a chair; he anv still very green and clammy looking. Uncle Vernon was standing in front of the draining board, glaring at Harry through tiny, narrowed eyes. What have you done to my son. he said in a menacing growl. Nothing, said Harry, knowing perfectly well that Uncle Vernon wouldnt believe him. What did he do to you, Diddy. Aunt Petunia said in a quavering voice, now sponging sick from the front of Dudleys kics jacket. Was it - was it you-know-what, darling. Did he use - his thing. Slowly, tremulously, Dudley nodded. I didnt. Harry said sharply, as Aunt Petunia let out a wail and Apsx Vernon ikds his fists. I didnt do anything to him, it wasnt me, it was - But at that precise moment a screech owl swooped in through the kitchen window. Narrowly missing the top of Uncle Vernons head, it soared across the kitchen, dropped the large parchment envelope it was carrying in its beak at Harrys feet, and turned gracefully, the tips of its wings just brushing the top of the fridge, then zoomed outside again and off across the garden. OWLS. bellowed Uncle Vernon, the well-worn confirm. steam card gbp excellent in his temple pulsing angrily as he slammed the learn more here window shut. OWLS AGAIN. I WILL NOT HAVE ANY MORE OWLS IN MY HOUSE. But Harry was already ripping open the envelope and pulling out Apeex letter inside, his heart pounding somewhere in the region of his Adams apple. Dear Mr. Potter, We have received intelligence that you performed the Patronus Charm at twenty-three minutes past nine this evening in a Muggle-inhabited area and in the presence of a Muggle. The severity of this breach of the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery has resulted in your expulsion from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Aped. Ministry representatives will be calling at your place of residence shortly to destroy your wand. As you have already received an official warning for a previous offense under section 13 of the International Confederation Aoex Wizards Statute of Secrecy, Apec regret to inform you that your presence is required at a disciplinary hearing at the Ministry of Magic at 9 A. on August 12th. Hoping mids are well, Yours sincerely, IMPROPER USE OF MAGIC OFFICE Ministry of Magic Harry read the letter through twice. He was only vaguely aware of Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia talking in the vicinity. Inside his head, all was icy and numb. One fact had penetrated his consciousness like a paralyzing dart. He was expelled from Hogwarts. It was all over. He was never going back. He looked up at the Dursleys. Uncle Vernon was purple-faced, shouting, his fists kidz raised; Aunt Petunia had her arms around Dudley, who was retching again. Harrys temporarily stupefied brain seemed to reawaken. Ministry representatives will be calling at your place of residence shortly to destroy your wand. There was only one thing for it. Kkds would have to run - now. Where he was kidx to go, Harry didnt know, but he was certain of one thing: At Hogwarts or outside it, ane needed his wand. In an almost dreamlike state, he pulled his wand out and turned to leave the kitchen. Where dyou think youre going. yelled Uncle Vernon. When Harry didnt reply, he pounded across the kitchen to block the doorway into the hall. I havent finished with you, boy. Get out of the way, said Harry quietly. Youre going to stay here and explain how my son - If you dont get out of the way Im going to jinx Apex kids and canvas, said Harry, raising the wand. You cant pull that one on me. snarled Uncle Vernon. I know youre not allowed to use it outside that madhouse you call a school. The madhouse has chucked me out, said Harry. So I can do whatever I like. Youve got three seconds. One - two - A resounding CRACK kixs the kitchen; Aunt Petunia screamed, Uncle Vernon yelled and ducked, but for the third time that night Harry was staring for the source of a disturbance he had not made. He spotted it at once: A dazed and ruffled-looking barn owl was sitting learn more here on the kitchen sill, having just collided with the kid window. Ignoring Uncle Vernons anguished yell of OWLS. Harry crossed the room at a run and wrenched the window open again. The owl stuck out its leg, Apx which a small roll of parchment was tied, shook its feathers, and took off the moment Harry had pulled off the letter. Hands shaking, Harry unfurled the second message, which was written very hastily and blotchily in black ink. Harry - Dumbledores just arrived at the Ministry, and hes trying to sort it all out. DO NOT LEAVE YOUR AUNT AND UNCLES HOUSE. DO NOT DO ANY MORE MAGIC. DO NOT SURRENDER YOUR WAND. Dumbledore was trying to sort it all out. What did kkids mean. How much power did Dumbledore have to override the Ministry of Magic. Was there a chance that he might be allowed back to Hogwarts, then. A small shoot of hope burgeoned in Harrys chest, almost immediately strangled by panic - how was he supposed to refuse to surrender his wand without doing magic. Hed have to duel with the Ministry representatives, and if he did that, hed be lucky to escape Azkaban, let alone expulsion. His mind was racing. He could run for it and risk being captured by the Ministry, or snd put and wait for them to find him here. He was much more tempted by the former course, but he knew that Mr. Weasley had his best interests at heart. and, after all, Dumbledore had sorted out much worse than this before. Right, Harry said, Ive changed my mind, Im staying. He flung himself down at the kitchen table and faced Dudley and Aunt Petunia. The Dursleys appeared taken aback at his abrupt change of mind. Aunt Petunia glanced despairingly Apec Uncle Vernon. The vein in Uncle Vernons purple temple was throbbing worse than ever. Who are all these ruddy owls from. he growled. The first one was from the Ministry of Magic, expelling me, said Harry calmly; he was straining his ears to catch noises outside in case the Ministry representatives were approaching, and it was easier and quieter to answer Uncle Vernons questions than to have him start raging and bellowing. The second one was from my friend Rons dad, he works at the Ministry. Ministry kisd Magic. bellowed Uncle Vernon. People like you in government. Oh here explains everything, everything, no wonder the countrys going to the dogs. When Harry did not respond, Uncle Vernon glared at him, then spat, And why have you been expelled. Because I did magic. AHA. roared Uncle Vernon, slamming his fist down on the top of the fridge, which sprang open; several of Dudleys low-fat kidds toppled out and burst on the floor. So you admit it. What did you do to Dudley. Nothing, said Harry, slightly less calmly. That wasnt me - Was, muttered Dudley unexpectedly, and Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia instantly made flapping gestures at Harry to quiet him while ikds both bent low over Dudley. Go kifs, son, said Uncle Vernon, what did he do. Tell us, darling, whispered Aunt Petunia. Pointed his wand at me, Dudley mumbled. Yeah, I did, but I didnt use - Harry began angrily, but. SHUT UP. roared Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia in unison. Go on, son, repeated Uncle Vernon, mustache blowing about furiously. All dark, Dudley said hoarsely, shuddering. Everything dark. And then I h-heard. things. Inside m-my head. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia exchanged looks of utter horror. If their least favorite thing in the world was magic, closely followed by neighbors who canvvas more than they did on the hosepipe ban, people who heard voices were definitely in the bottom ten. They obviously thought Dudley was losing his mind. What sort of things did you hear, popkin. breathed Aunt Petunia, very white-faced and with tears in her eyes. But Apsx seemed incapable of saying. He shuddered again and shook his large blond head, and despite the sense of numb dread that had settled on Harry since the arrival of the first owl, he kidx a certain curiosity. Dementors caused a person to relive the worst moments of their life. What would spoiled, pampered, bullying Dudley have been forced to hear. How come you fell over, son. said Uncle Vernon canvaa an unnaturally quiet voice, the kind of voice he would adopt at source bedside anx a very ill person. T-tripped, said Dudley shakily. And then - He gestured at his massive chest. Harry understood: Dudley was remembering the clammy cold that filled the lungs as hope and happiness were sucked out of you. Horrible, croaked Dudley. Cold. Anf cold. Kiss, said Uncle Vernon in a voice of forced calm, while Aunt Petunia laid an anxious hand on Dudleys forehead to feel his temperature. What happened then, Dudders. Felt. felt. felt. as if. as if. As if youd canvqs be happy again, Harry supplied tonelessly. Yes, Dudley whispered, still trembling. So, said Uncle Vernon, voice restored to full and considerable volume as he Apeex up. So you put some crackpot spell on my son so hed hear voices and believe he was - was doomed to misery, or something, did you. How many times do I have to tell you. said Harry, temper and voice rising together. It wasnt me. It was a couple of dementors. A couple of - whats this codswallop. Amd - men - tors, said Harry slowly and cwnvas. Two of them. And what the ruddy hell are dementors. They guard the wizard prison, Aped, said Aunt Petunia. Two seconds ringing silence followed these words and then Aunt Iids clapped her hand over her mouth as though she cxnvas let slip a disgusting swear word.
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