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H CHAPTER SIXTEEN IN THE HOGS HEAD ermione made no mention of 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 (Hermione 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 youd thought any more about Defense Against the Dark Arts, Harry. Course I have, said Harry grumpily. Cant forget it, can we, 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, because 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, just as it had on the night Hermione had proposed it, but at 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 to join in this conversation now that he was sure that Harry was not going to start shouting again. Harry shifted uncomfortably in his chair. You did listen to what I said about a load of it being luck, didnt you. Yes, Harry, said Hermione gently, but all the same, theres no point 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 looked 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 knew 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 am. said Hermione coolly, though her face was a little pink. I can have a pen pal if I - 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 against 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 be 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 interested 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 time 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 two years, hasnt he, and I know that cant have been a laugh, but at least he was 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 Ministry 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 real Death Eaters again itll be obvious Visit web page isnt one. I mean, he hasnt got the Mark, for one thing. I dont reckon hed be stupid enough to turn click to see more, said Ron bracingly. Dumbledored go mad if he did and Sirius listens to Dumbledore even if he doesnt like what he hears. When 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 are 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 homework 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 up in front of Filch, who matched their names to the long list of students who had 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 think, fallout 4 ghoulification hope 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 Harry walked on, out onto the stone steps and the cold, sunlit day. Er - why was Filch sniffing you. asked Ron, as he, Harry, and Hermione set off at 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 read more 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 Apex octane wallpaper gif. 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 bit. 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 which 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 leaking 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 room that smelled strongly of something that might have been goats. The bay windows were so encrusted with grime that very little daylight could permeate the room, which was lit instead with the stubs of candles sitting on rough wooden tables. The floor seemed at first glance please click for source be earthy, though as Harry stepped onto it he realized that there was stone beneath what seemed to be the accumulated filth of centuries. Harry remembered Hagrid mentioning this pub in his first year: Yeh get a lot o funny folk in the Hogs Head, he had said, explaining how he had won a dragons egg from a hooded stranger there. At the time Harry had wondered why Hagrid had not found it odd that the stranger kept his face hidden throughout their encounter; now he saw that keeping your face hidden was something of a fashion in the Hogs Head. There was a man at the bar whose whole head was wrapped in dirty gray bandages, though he was still managing to gulp endless glasses of some smoking, fiery substance through a slit over his mouth. 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 tip 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 eye at the 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. Were not out-of-bounds; I specifically asked Professor Flitwick whether students were allowed to come in the Hogs Head, and he said yes, but he advised me strongly to bring our own glasses. And Ive see more up everything I can think of about study groups and homework groups and theyre definitely allowed. I just dont think its a good idea if we parade what were doing. No, said Harry dryly, especially as its not exactly click the following article homework group youre planning, is it. The barman sidled toward them out of a back room. He was a grumpylooking old man with a great deal of long gray hair and beard. He was tall and thin and looked vaguely familiar to Harry. What. he grunted. Three butterbeers, please, said Hermione. The man reached beneath the counter and pulled up three very dusty, very dirty bottles, which he slammed on the bar. Six Sickles, he said. Ill get them, said Harry quickly, passing over the silver. The barmans eyes traveled over Harry, resting for a fraction of a second on his scar. Then he turned away and deposited Harrys money in an ancient wooden till whose drawer slid open automatically to receive it. Harry, Ron, and Hermione retreated to the farthest table from the bar and sat down, looking around, while the man in the dirty gray bandages rapped the counter with his knuckles and received another smoking drink from the barman. You know what. Ron murmured, looking rust game electrical schematic full at the bar with enthusiasm. We could order anything we liked in here, I bet that bloke would sell us anything, he wouldnt care. Ive always wanted to try firewhisky - You - are - a - prefect, snarled Hermione. Oh, said Ron, the smile fading from his face. Yeah. So who did you say is supposed to be meeting us. Harry asked, wrenching open the rusty top of his butterbeer and taking a swig. 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 the 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 Patil 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, click a Hufflepuff girl with a long 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 a 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 Zonkos merchandise. A couple of people. said Harry hoarsely to Hermione. A couple of people. Yes, click to see more, 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. Apex octane wallpaper gif, 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 in 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 took their beers from Fred and rummaged in their robes to find coins. He could not imagine what all these people had turned up for until the horrible thought occurred to him that they might be expecting some kind of speech, at which he rounded on Hermione. What have you been telling people. he said in a low voice. What are they expecting. Ive told you, they just want to hear what youve got to say, said Hermione soothingly; but Harry continued to look at her so furiously that she added quickly, You dont have to do anything yet, Ill speak to them first. Hi, Harry, said Neville, beaming and taking a seat opposite Harry. Harry tried to smile back, but did not speak; his mouth was exceptionally dry. Cho had just smiled at him and sat down on Rons right. Her friend, who had curly reddish-blonde hair, did not smile, but gave Harry a thoroughly mistrustful look that told Harry plainly that, given her way, she would not be here at all.
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