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We dont reckon Filch ever found out how to work it. He probably suspected what it was, though, or he wouldnt have confiscated it. And you know how to work it. Oh yes, said Fred, smirking. This little beautys taught us more than all the teachers in this fallout danse voice actor. Youre winding me up, said Harry, looking at the ragged old bit of parchment. Oh, are we. said George. He took out his wand, touched the parchment lightly, and said, Call duty warzone engine solemnly swear that I am up to no good. And at once, thin ink lines began to spread like a spiders web from the point that Georges wand had touched. They joined each other, they crisscrossed, they fanned into every corner of the parchment; then words began to blossom across the top, great, curly green words, that proclaimed: Messrs. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and ProngsPurveyors of Aids to Magical Mischief-Makersare proud to present THE MARAUDERS MAP It was a map showing every detail of the Hogwarts castle and grounds. But the truly remarkable thing were the tiny ink dots moving around it, each labeled with a name in minuscule writing. Astounded, Harry bent over it. A labeled dot in the top left corner showed that Professor Dumbledore was pacing his study; the caretakers cat, Mrs. Norris, was prowling the second floor; and Peeves the Poltergeist was currently bouncing around the trophy room. And as Harrys eyes traveled up and down the familiar corridors, he noticed something else. This map showed a set of passages he had never entered. And many of them seemed to lead - Right into Hogsmeade, said Fred, tracing one of them with his finger. There are seven in all. Now, Filch knows about these four - he pointed them out - but were sure were the only ones who know about these. Dont bother with the one behind the mirror on the fourth floor. We used it until last winter, but its caved in - completely blocked. And we dont reckon anyones ever used this one, because the Whomping Willows planted right over the entrance. But this one here, this one leads right into the cellar of Honeydukes. Weve used it loads of times. And as you mightve noticed, the entrance is right outside this room, through that one-eyed old crones hump. Moony, Wormtail, Padfoot, and Prongs, sighed George, patting the heading of the map. We owe them so much. Noble men, working tirelessly to help a new generation of lawbreakers, said Fred solemnly. Right, said George briskly. Dont forget to wipe it after youve used it - - or anyone can read it, Fred said warningly. Just tap it again and say, Mischief managed. And itll go blank. So, young Harry, said Fred, in an uncanny impersonation of Percy, mind you behave yourself. See you in Honeydukes, said George, winking. They left the room, both smirking in a satisfied sort of way. Harry stood there, gazing at the miraculous map. He watched the tiny ink Mrs. Norris turn left and pause to sniff at something on the floor. If Filch really didnt know. he wouldnt have to pass the dementors at all. But even as he stood there, flooded with excitement, something Harry had once heard Mr. Weasley say came floating out of his memory. Never trust anything that can think for itself, if you cant see where it keeps its brain. This map was one of those dangerous magical objects Mr. Weasley had been warning against. Aids for Magical Mischief-Makers. but then, Harry reasoned, he only wanted to use it to get into Hogsmeade, it wasnt as though he wanted to steal anything or attack anyone. and Fred and George had been using it for years without anything horrible happening. Harry traced the secret passage to Honeydukes with his finger. Then, quite suddenly, as though following orders, he rolled up the map, stuffed it inside his robes, and hurried to the door of the classroom. He opened it a couple of inches. There was no one outside. Very carefully, he edged out of the room and behind the statue of the one-eyed witch. What did he have to do. He pulled out the map again and saw, to his astonishment, that a new ink figure had appeared upon it, labeled Harry Potter. This figure was standing exactly where the real Harry was standing, about halfway down the third-floor corridor. Harry watched carefully. His little ink self appeared to be tapping the witch with his minute wand. Harry quickly took out his real wand and tapped the statue. Nothing happened. He looked back at the map. The tiniest speech bubble had appeared next to his figure. The word inside said, Dissendium. Dissendium. Harry whispered, tapping the stone witch again. At once, the statues hump opened wide enough to admit a fairly thin person. Harry glanced quickly up and down the corridor, then tucked the map away again, hoisted himself into the hole headfirst, and pushed himself forward. 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Ten minutes later, he came to the foot of some worn stone steps, which rose out of sight above him. Careful not to make any noise, Harry began to climb. A hundred steps, two hundred this web page, he lost count as he climbed, watching his feet. Then, without warning, his head hit something hard. It seemed to be a trapdoor. Harry stood there, massaging the top of his head, listening. He couldnt hear any sounds above him. Very slowly, he pushed the trapdoor open and peered over the edge. He was in a cellar, which was full of wooden crates and boxes. Harry climbed out of the trapdoor and replaced it - it blended so perfectly with the dusty floor that it was impossible to tell it was there. Harry crept slowly toward the wooden staircase that led upstairs. Now he could definitely hear voices, not to mention the tinkle of a bell and the opening and shutting of a door. Wondering what he ought to do, he suddenly heard a door open much closer at hand; somebody was about to come downstairs. And get another box of Jelly Slugs, dear, theyve nearly cleaned us out - said a womans voice. A pair of feet was coming down the staircase. Harry leapt behind an enormous crate and waited for the footsteps to pass. He heard the man shifting boxes against the opposite wall. He might not get another chance - Quickly and silently, Harry dodged out from his hiding place and climbed the stairs; looking back, he saw an enormous backside and shiny bald head, buried in a box. Harry Baldurs gate 3 trainer review the door at the top of the stairs, slipped through it, and found himself behind the counter of Honeydukes - he ducked, crept sideways, and then straightened up. Honeydukes was so crowded with Hogwarts students that no one looked twice at Harry. He edged among them, looking around, and suppressed a laugh as he imagined the look that would spread over Dudleys piggy face if he could see where Harry was now. There were shelves upon shelves of the most succulent-looking sweets imaginable. Creamy chunks of nougat, shimmering pink squares of coconut ice, fat, honey-colored toffees; hundreds of different kinds of chocolate in neat rows; there was a large barrel of Every Flavor Beans, and another of Fizzing Whizbees, the levitating sherbet balls that Ron had mentioned; along yet another wall were Special Effects sweets: Droobles Best Blowing Gum (which filled a room with bluebell-colored bubbles that refused to pop for days), the strange, splintery Toothflossing Stringmints, tiny black Pepper Imps (Breathe fire for your friends!), Ice Mice (Hear your teeth chatter and squeak!), peppermint creams shaped like toads (Hop realistically in the stomach!), fragile sugar-spun quills, and exploding bonbons. Harry squeezed himself through a crowd of sixth years and saw a sign hanging in the farthest corner of the shop (UNUSUAL TASTES). Ron and Hermione were standing underneath it, examining a tray of blood-flavored lollipops. Harry sneaked up behind them. Ugh, no, Harry wont want one of those, theyre for vampires, I expect, Hermione was saying. How about these. said Ron, shoving a jar of Cockroach Clusters under Hermiones nose. Definitely not, said Harry. Ron nearly dropped the jar. Harry. squealed Hermione. What are you doing here. How - how did you -. Click. said Ron, looking very impressed, youve learned to Apparate. Course I havent, said Harry. He dropped his voice so that none of the sixth years could hear him and told them all about the Marauders Map. How come Fred and George never gave it to me. said Ron, outraged. Im their brother. But Harry isnt going to keep it. said Continue reading, as though the idea were ludicrous. Hes going to hand it in to Professor McGonagall, arent you, Harry. No, Im not. said Harry. Are you mad. said Ron, goggling at Hermione. Hand in something that good. If I hand it in, Ill have to say where I got it. Filch would know Fred and George had nicked it. But what about Sirius Black. Hermione hissed. He could be using one of the passages on that map to get into click to see more castle. The teachers have got to know. He cant be getting in through a passage, said Harry quickly. There are seven secret tunnels on the map, right. Fred and George reckon Filch already knows about four of them. And of the other three - one of thems caved in, so no one can get through it. One of thems got the Whomping Willow planted over the entrance, so you cant get out of it. And the one I just came through - well - its really hard to see the entrance to it down in the cellar, so unless he knew it was there. Harry hesitated. What if Black did know the passage was there. Ron, however, cleared his throat significantly, and pointed to a notice pasted on the inside of the sweetshop door. --- BY ORDER OF --- THE MINISTRY OF MAGIC Customers are reminded that until further notice, dementors will be patrolling the streets of Hogsmeade every night after sundown. 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Thats the post office - Zonkos is up there - We could go up to the Shrieking Shack - Tell you what, said Ron, his teeth chattering, shall we go for a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks. Harry was more than willing; the wind was fierce and his hands were freezing, so they crossed the road, and in a few minutes were entering the tiny inn. It was extremely crowded, noisy, warm, and smoky. A curvy sort of woman with a pretty face was serving a bunch of rowdy warlocks up at the bar. Thats Madam Rosmerta, said Ron. Ill get the drinks, shall I. he added, going slightly red. Harry and Hermione made their way to the back of the room, where there was a small, vacant table between the window and a handsome Christmas tree, which stood next to the fireplace. Ron came back five minutes later, carrying three foaming tankards of hot butterbeer. Merry Christmas. he said happily, raising his tankard. Harry drank deeply. It was the most delicious thing hed ever tasted and seemed to heat every bit of him from the inside. A sudden breeze ruffled his hair. The door of the Three Broomsticks had opened again. Harry looked over the rim of his tankard and choked. Professors McGonagall and Flitwick had just entered the pub with a flurry of snowflakes, shortly followed by Baldurs gate 3 trainer review, who was deep in conversation with a portly man in a lime-green bowler hat and a pinstriped cloak - Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. In an instant, Ron and Hermione had both placed hands on the top of Harrys head and forced him off his stool and under the table. Dripping with butterbeer and crouching out of sight, Harry clutched his empty tankard and watched the teachers and Fudges feet move toward the bar, pause, then turn and walk right toward him. Somewhere above him, Hermione whispered, Mobiliarbus. 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Harry watched the glittering heels march away and back again. His heart was pounding uncomfortably in his throat. Why hadnt it occurred to him that this was the last weekend of term for the teachers too. And how long were they going to sit there. He needed time to sneak back into Honeydukes if he wanted to return to school tonight. Hermiones leg gave a nervous twitch next to him. So, what brings you to this neck of the woods, Minister. came Madam Rosmertas voice. Harry saw the lower part of Fudges thick body twist in his chair as though he were checking for eavesdroppers. Then he said in a quiet voice, What else, mdear, but Sirius Black. I daresay you heard what happened up at the school at Halloween. I did hear a rumor, admitted Madam Rosmerta. Did you tell the whole pub, Hagrid. said Professor McGonagall exasperatedly. Do you think Blacks still in the area, Minister.
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