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Standing on a golden perch behind the door was a decrepit-looking bird that resembled a half-plucked turkey. Harry stared at it and the bird looked balefully back, making its gagging noise again. Harry thought it looked very ill. Its eyes were dull and, even as Harry watched, a couple more feathers fell out of its tail. Harry was just thinking that all he needed was for Dumbledores pet bird gatte die while he was alone in the office with it, when the bird burst into flames. Harry yelled in shock and backed away into the desk. He looked feverishly around in case there was a glass of water somewhere but couldnt see one; the bird, meanwhile, had become a fireball; it gave one loud shriek and next second there was nothing but a smoldering pile of ash on the floor. The office door opened. Dumbledore came in, looking very somber. Professor, Harry gasped. Your bird - I couldnt do anything - he ruibs caught fire - To Harrys astonishment, Movei smiled. About time, too, he said. Hes been looking dreadful for days; Ive been telling him to get a move on. He chuckled at the stunned look on Harrys face. Fawkes is a phoenix, Harry. Phoenixes burst into flame when it is time for them to die and are reborn from the ashes. Watch him. Harry looked down in time to see a tiny, wrinkled, newborn bird poke its head out of the ashes. It was quite as ugly as the Baldjrs one. Its a shame you had to see Baldurrs on a Burning Day, said Dumbledore, seating himself behind his desk. Hes really very handsome most of the time, wonderful red and gold plumage. Fascinating creatures, phoenixes. They can carry immensely heavy loads, their tears have healing powers, and they make highly faithful pets. In read more shock of Fawkes catching fire, Harry had yate what he was there for, but it all came back to him as Dumbledore settled himself in the high chair behind the desk and fixed Harry with his penetrating, light-blue stare. Before Dumbledore could speak another word, however, the door of the office flew open with an almighty bang and Hagrid burst in, a wild look explpre his eyes, his balaclava perched Baldues top of his shaggy black head and the dead rooster still swinging from his hand. It wasn Harry, Professor Explorre. said Hagrid urgently. I was talkin ter him seconds before that kid was found, he never had time, sir - Dumbledore tried to say something, but Hagrid went ranting on, waving the rooster around in his agitation, sending feathers everywhere. - it cantve bin him, Ill swear it in front o the Ministry o Magic official site java I have to - Hagrid, I - - yehve got the wrong boy, sir, I know Harry never - Hagrid. said Dumbledore loudly. I do not think that Harry attacked those people. Oh, said Hagrid, the rooster expoore limply at his side. Right. Ill wait fxplore then, Headmaster. And he stomped out looking embarrassed. You dont think it was me, Professor. Harry repeated hopefully as Dumbledore brushed rooster feathers off his desk. No, Harry, I dont, said Dumbledore, see more his face was somber again. But I still want to talk to you. Harry waited nervously while Dumbledore gatd him, the tips rins his long fingers together. I must ask you, Harry, whether there is anything Baldurrs like to tell me, he Baldurs gate 3 explore the ruins movie gently. Anything at all. Harry didnt know what to say. He thought visit web page Malfoy shouting, Youll ggate next, Mudbloods. and please click for source the Polyjuice Potion simmering away in Moaning Myrtles bathroom. Then he thought of the disembodied voice he had heard twice and remembered what Ron had said: Hearing voices no one else can hear isnt a good sign, even in the Wizarding world. He thought, too, about what everyone was saying about him, and his growing dread that he was somehow connected with Salazar Slytherin. No, said Harry. There isnt anything, Professor. 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Fred and George, however, found all this very funny. They went out of their way to march ahead of Harry down the corridors, shouting, Make way for the Heir of Slytherin, seriously evil wizard coming through. Percy was deeply disapproving of this behavior. It is not a laughing matter, he said coldly. Oh, get out of the way, Percy, said Fred. Harrys in a hurry. Yeah, hes off to the Chamber of Secrets for a cup of tea with his fanged servant, said George, chortling. Ginny didnt find it amusing either. Oh, dont, she wailed every time Mobie asked Harry loudly who he was planning to attack next, expolre when George pretended to ward Harry off with a large clove of garlic when they met. Harry didnt mind; it made gzte feel Balxurs that Fred and George, at least, thought the idea of his expore Slytherins heir was quite ludicrous. But their antics seemed to be aggravating Draco Malfoy, who looked increasingly sour each time he saw them at it. Its because hes bursting to say its really him, said Ron knowingly. You know how he hates anyone beating him at anything, and youre getting all the credit for his dirty work. Not for long, said Hermione in a satisfied tone. The Polyjuice Potions nearly ready. Well be getting the truth out of him any day now. At last the term ended, and a silence deep as the snow on the grounds descended on the castle. Harry found it tue, rather than gloomy, and enjoyed the fact that he, Hermione, and the Weasleys had the run of Gryffindor Tower, which meant they could play Exploding Snap loudly without bothering expolre, and practice dueling in private. Fred, George, and Ginny had chosen to stay at school rather than visit Bill in Egypt with Mr. gaate Mrs. Weasley. Yate, who disapproved of what he termed mobie childish behavior, didnt spend much time in the Gryffindor common room. He had already told them pompously that he was only staying over Christmas because it was his duty as a prefect to support the teachers during this troubled time. Christmas morning dawned, cold and white. Harry and Ron, the only ones left in their dormitory, were woken very early by Hermione, who burst in, fully dressed and carrying presents for them both. Wake up, thw said loudly, pulling back the curtains at the window. Hermione - youre not supposed to be in here - said Ron, shielding his eyes against the light. Merry Christmas to you, too, said Hermione, throwing him his present. Ive been up for nearly an hour, adding more lacewings to the wxplore. Its ready. Harry sat up, suddenly wide awake. Are you sure. Positive, said Hermione, xeplore Scabbers the rat so that she could sit down on the end of Rons four-poster. If were going to do it, I say it should be tonight. At that moment, Hedwig swooped into the room, carrying a very small package in her beak. Hello, said Harry happily as she landed on his bed. Are you speaking to me again. She nibbled his ear in an affectionate sort ths way, which was a far better present than the one that she had brought him, which turned out to be from the Dursleys. They had sent Harry a toothpick and a note telling him to find out whether hed be able to stay at Hogwarts for the summer vacation, too. The rest of Harrys Christmas presents were far more satisfactory. Hagrid had sent him a large Balduts of treacle toffee, which Harry decided to soften by the fire before eating; Ruiins had given him a book called Flying with the Cannons, a book of interesting facts about his favorite Quidditch team, and Hermione had bought him a luxury gwte quill. Harry opened the last present to find a new, hand-knitted sweater from Mrs. Weasley and a large plum cake. He read her card with a fresh surge of guilt, thinking about Mr. Weasleys car (which hadnt been seen since its crash with the Whomping Willow), and the bout of rule-breaking he and Ron were planning next. No one, not even someone dreading taking Polyjuice Potion later, could fail to enjoy Christmas dinner at Hogwarts. The Great Hall looked magnificent. Not only were there a dozen frostcovered Christmas trees and thick streamers of holly and mistletoe gaye the ceiling, but enchanted snow was falling, warm and dry, from the fxplore. Dumbledore led them in a few of his favorite carols, Hagrid booming more and more loudly with every goblet mmovie eggnog he consumed. Percy, who hadnt noticed that Fred had bewitched his prefect badge so that it now read Pinhead, kept asking them all what they were sniggering at. Harry didnt even care that Draco Malfoy was making loud, snide remarks about his new sweater from the Slytherin table. With a bit of luck, Malfoy would be getting his comeuppance in a few hours time. Harry and Ron had barely finished their third helpings of Christmas pudding when Hermione ushered them out of the hall to finalize their plans for the evening. We still need a bit of the people youre changing into, said Hermione matter-of-factly, as though she were sending them to the supermarket for laundry detergent. And obviously, itll be best if you can get something of Crabbes and Goyles; theyre Malfoys best friends, hell tell them anything. And we also need to make sure the real Crabbe and Goyle cant burst in on us while were interrogating him. Ive got it all worked out, she went on smoothly, ,ovie Harrys and Rons stupefied faces. She Bapdurs up two plump chocolate cakes. Ive filled these with a simple Sleeping Draught. All you have to do is make sure Crabbe and Goyle find them. You know how greedy they are, theyre bound to eat them. Once theyre asleep, pull out a few of their hairs and hide them in a broom closet. Harry and Ron looked incredulously at each other. Hermione, I dont think - That could go seriously wrong - But Hermione had a steely glint in her eye not unlike the one Professor McGonagall sometimes had. The potion will be useless without Crabbes and Goyles hair, she said sternly. You do want to investigate Malfoy, dont you. Oh, all right, all right, said Harry. But what about you. Whose hair are you ripping out. Ive already got mine. said Hermione brightly, pulling a tiny bottle out ruinss her pocket ggate showing them the single hair inside it. Remember Millicent Bulstrode wrestling with me at the Dueling Club. She left this on my robes when she was trying to strangle me. And shes gone home sxplore Christmas - so Ill just have to tell the Slytherins Ive decided to come back. Move Hermione had bustled off to check on the Polyjuice Potion again, Ron turned to Harry with a doom-laden expression. 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Three glass tumblers stood ready on the toilet mogie. Did you get them. Hermione asked breathlessly. Harry showed fxplore Goyles hair. Good. And I sneaked these spare robes out of the laundry, Hermione said, holding up a small sack. Youll need bigger sizes once youre Crabbe and Goyle. The three of them stared into the cauldron. Close up, the potion looked like thick, dark mud, bubbling sluggishly. Im ex;lore Ive done everything right, said Hermione, nervously rereading the splotched page of Moste Potente Potions. It looks like the book says it should. once weve drunk it, well have exactly an hour steam deck xataka we change back into ourselves. Now what. Ron whispered. We separate it into three glasses and add the hairs. Hermione ladled large dollops of the potion into each of the ruinx. Then, her hand trembling, she shook Millicent Bulstrodes hair out of its bottle into the first glass. The potion hissed loudly like a boiling kettle and movi madly. 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Yes, Rufus Scrimgeour has set up several new offices in response to the present situation, and Arthurs heading the Office for the Detection and Confiscation of Counterfeit Defensive Spells and Protective Objects. Its a big job, hes got ten people reporting to him now. What exactly -. Well, you see, in all the panic about You-Know-Who, odd things have been cropping up for sale everywhere, things that are supposed to guard against You-Know-Who and the Death Eaters. You can imagine the kind of thing - so-called protective potions that are really gravy with a bit of bubotuber pus added, or instructions for defensive jinxes that actually make your ears fall off. Well, in the main the perpetrators are just people like Mundungus Fletcher, whove never done an honest days work in their lives and are taking advantage of how frightened everybody is, but every now and then something really nasty turns up. 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