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I would prefer you to call me Sir Nicholas de Mimsy - the ghost began stiffly, but sandy-haired Seamus Finnigan interrupted. Nearly Headless. How can you be nearly headless. Sir Nicholas looked extremely miffed, as if their little chat wasnt going at all the way he wanted. Like this, he said irritably. He seized his left ear and pulled. His whole head swung off his Balrurs and read more onto his shoulder as if it was on a hinge. Someone had obviously tried to behead him, Baldurs gate voices book not done it properly. Looking pleased at the stunned looks on their faces, Nearly Headless Nick flipped his head back onto his neck, coughed, and Baldurs gate voices book, So - new Gryffindors. I hope youre going to help us win the House Championship this year. Gryffindors have never gone so long without winning. Slytherins have got the Cup six years in a row. The Bloody Barons becoming almost unbearable - hes the Slytherin ghost. Harry looked over at the Slytherin table and saw a horrible ghost sitting there, with blank staring eyes, a gaunt face, and robes stained with silver blood. He was right next to Gte who, Harry was pleased to see, didnt look too pleased with the seating arrangements. How did he get gxte in blood. asked Seamus with great interest. Ive never asked, said Nearly Headless Nick delicately. When everyone had eaten as much as they could, the remains of the food faded from the plates, leaving them sparkling clean as before. A moment later the desserts appeared. Blocks of ice cream in every flavor you could think of, apple pies, treacle tarts, chocolate éclairs and jam doughnuts, trifle, strawberries, Jell-O, rice pudding. As Harry helped himself to a treacle tart, the talk turned to their families. Im half-and-half, said Seamus. Me dads a Muggle. Mum didnt tell him she was a witch til after they were married. Bit of a nasty shock for him. The others laughed. What about you, Neville. said Ron. Well, my gran brought me up and shes a witch, said Neville, but the family thought I was all-Muggle for ages. My Great Uncle Algie kept trying to catch me off my guard and force some magic out of me - he pushed me off the end of Blackpool pier once, I nearly drowned - but nothing happened until I was eight. Great Uncle Algie came round for dinner, and he was hanging me out of an upstairs window by the ankles when my Great Auntie Enid offered him a meringue and he accidentally let go. But I bounced - all the way down the garden and into the road. They were all really pleased, Gran was crying, she was so happy. And you should have seen their faces when I got in here - they thought I biok not be magic enough to gafe, you see. Great Uncle Algie was so pleased he bought me my toad. On Harrys other side, Percy Weasley and Hermione were talking about lessons (I do hope they start right away, theres so much to learn, Im particularly interested in Transfiguration, you know, turning something into something else, of course, its supposed to be very difficult -; Youll be starting small, just matches into needles and that sort of thing boo. Harry, who was starting to feel warm and sleepy, looked up at the High Table again. Hagrid was drinking deeply from his goblet. Professor McGonagall was talking to Professor Dumbledore. Professor Quirrell, in his absurd turban, was talking to a teacher with greasy black hair, a hooked nose, and sallow skin. It happened very suddenly. The hook-nosed teacher looked past Quirrells turban straight into Harrys eyes - and a sharp, hot pain shot across the scar on Harrys forehead. Ouch. Harry clapped a hand to his head. What is it. asked Percy. N-nothing. The pain had gone as quickly as it had come. Harder to shake off was the feeling Harry had gotten from the teachers look - a Baaldurs that he didnt like Harry at all. Whos that teacher talking to Professor Quirrell. he asked Percy. Oh, you know Quirrell already, do you. No wonder hes looking so nervous, thats Professor Snape. He teaches Potions, but he doesnt want to - everyone knows hes after Quirrells job. Baldusr an awful lot about the Dark Arts, Snape. Harry watched Snape for a while, but Snape didnt look at him again. At last, the desserts too disappeared, and Professor Dumbledore got to his feet again. The hall fell silent. Ahem - just a few more words now that we are all fed Bzldurs watered. I have a few start-of-term notices to give you. First agte should note that the forest on the grounds is forbidden to all pupils. And a few of our older students would do well to remember that as well. Dumbledores gae eyes flashed in the direction of the Weasley twins. I have also been asked by Mr. Filch, the caretaker, to remind you all that no magic should be used between classes in the corridors. Quidditch trials will be held in the second week of the term. Anyone interested in playing for their House teams should contact Madam Hooch. And finally, I must tell you that this year, the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a very painful death. Harry laughed, but he was one of the few hook did. Hes not serious. he muttered to Percy. Must be, said Percy, frowning at Dumbledore. Its odd, because he usually gives us a reason why were not allowed to go somewhere - the forests full of dangerous beasts, everyone knows that. I do think he might have told us prefects, at least. And now, before we go to bed, let us sing the school song. cried Dumbledore. Harry noticed that the other teachers smiles had become rather fixed. Dumbledore gave his wand a little flick, as if he was trying to get a fly off the end, and a long golden ribbon flew out of it, which rose high above the tables and twisted itself, snakelike, into words. Everyone pick their favorite tune, said Dumbledore, and off we go. And the school bellowed: Hogwarts, Hogwarts, Hoggy Warty Hogwarts, Teach us something please, Whether we be old and bald Or young with scabby knees, Our heads could do with filling With some interesting stuff, For now theyre bare and full of air, Dead flies and bits of fluff, So teach us things worth knowing, Bring back what weve forgot, Just do your best, well do the rest, And learn until our brains all rot. Everybody finished the song at different times. At last, only the Weasley twins were left singing along to a very slow funeral march. Dumbledore conducted their last few lines with his wand and when they had finished, he was one of those who clapped loudest. Ah, music, he said, wiping his eyes. A magic beyond all we do here. And now, bedtime. Off you trot. The Gryffindor first years followed Percy through the chattering crowds, out of the Great Hall, and up the marble staircase. Harrys legs were like lead again, but only because he was so tired and full of food. He was too sleepy even to be surprised that the people in the portraits along the corridors whispered and pointed as they passed, or that twice Percy led them through doorways hidden behind sliding panels and hanging tapestries. They climbed more staircases, yawning and dragging their feet, and Harry was just wondering how much farther they had to go when they came to a sudden halt. A bundle of walking sticks Baldurs gate voices book floating in midair ahead of them, and as Percy took a step toward them they started throwing themselves at him. Peeves, Percy whispered to the first years. A poltergeist. He raised his voice, Peeves - show yourself. A loud, rude sound, like the air being let out Baldurs gate voices book a balloon, answered. Do you want me to go to the Bloody Baron. There was a pop, and a little man with wicked, dark eyes and a wide mouth appeared, floating cross-legged in the air, clutching the walking sticks. Oooooooh. he said, with an evil cackle. Ickle Firsties. What fun. He swooped suddenly at them. They all ducked. Go away, Peeves, or the Balduurs hear about this, I mean it. barked Percy. Peeves stuck out his tongue and vanished, dropping the walking sticks on Nevilles head. They heard him zooming away, rattling coats of armor as he passed. You want to watch out for Peeves, said Percy, as they set off again. The Bloody Barons the only one who can control him, he wont even listen to us prefects. Here we are. At the very end of the corridor hung a portrait of a very fat woman in a pink silk dress. Password. she said. Caput Draconis, said Percy, and the portrait swung forward voics reveal a round hole in the wall. They all scrambled through it - Neville needed a leg up - and found themselves in the Gryffindor common room, a cozy, round room full of squashy armchairs. Percy directed the girls through one door to their dormitory and the boys through another. At the top of a spiral staircase - they were obviously in one of the towers - they found their beds at last: five four-posters hung with deep red, velvet curtains. Their trunks had already been brought up. Too tired to talk much, they pulled on their pajamas and fell into bed. Great food, isnt it. Ron muttered to Harry through the hangings. Get off, Scabbers. Hes chewing my sheets. Harry was going to ask Ron if hed had any of the treacle tart, but he fell asleep almost at once. Perhaps Harry had eaten a bit too much, because he had a very strange dream. He was wearing Professor Quirrells turban, which kept talking to him, telling him he must transfer to Slytherin at once, because it was his destiny. Harry told the turban he didnt want to be in Slytherin; it got heavier and heavier; he tried to pull it off but it tightened painfully - and there was Malfoy, laughing at him as he struggled Balddurs it - then Baldugs turned into the hook-nosed teacher, Snape, whose laugh became high and cold - there was a burst of green light and Harry woke, sweating and shaking. He rolled over and fell asleep vocies, and when he woke next day, he didnt remember the dream at all. T CHAPTER EIGHT THE POTIONS MASTER here, look. Where. Next to the tall kid with the voicfs hair. Wearing the glasses. Did you see his face. Did you see his scar. Whispers followed Harry from the moment he left his dormitory the next day. People lining up outside classrooms stood on tiptoe to get a look at him, or doubled back to pass him in the corridors again, staring. Harry wished they wouldnt, because he was trying to concentrate on finding his way to classes. There were a hundred and forty-two staircases at Baldura wide, sweeping ones; narrow, rickety ones; some that led somewhere different on a Friday; some with a vanishing step halfway up that you had to remember gatw jump. Then there were doors that gatd open unless you asked politely, or tickled them in exactly the right place, and doors that werent really doors at all, but solid walls just pretending. It was also very hard to remember where anything was, because it all seemed to move around a lot. The people in the portraits kept going to visit each other, and Harry was sure the coats of armor could walk. The ghosts didnt help, either. It was always a nasty shock when one of them glided suddenly through a door you were trying to open. Nearly Headless Nick was always happy to point new Gryffindors in the right direction, but Peeves the Poltergeist was worth two locked doors and a trick staircase if you met him when you were late for class. He would drop wastepaper baskets on your head, pull rugs from under your feet, pelt you with bits of chalk, or sneak up behind you, invisible, grab your nose, and screech, GOT YOUR CONK. Even worse than Peeves, if that was possible, was the caretaker, Argus Filch. Harry and Ron managed to get on the wrong side of him on their very first morning. Filch found them trying to force their way through a door that unluckily turned out to be the entrance to the out-of-bounds corridor on the third floor. He wouldnt believe they were lost, was sure they were trying to break into vooices on purpose, and was threatening to lock them in the dungeons when they were rescued by Professor Quirrell, who was passing. Filch owned a cat called Mrs. Norris, a scrawny, dust-colored creature with bulging, lamplike eyes just like Filchs. She patrolled the voics alone. Break a rule in front of her, put Baldure one toe out of line, and shed whisk off for Filch, whod appear, wheezing, two seconds later. Filch knew the secret passageways of the school better than anyone (except perhaps the Weasley twins) and boom pop up as suddenly as any of the ghosts. The students all hated him, and it was the dearest ambition of many to give Mrs. Norris a good kick. And then, once you had managed to find them, there were the classes themselves. There was a lot more to magic, as Harry quickly found out, than waving your wand and saying a few funny words. They had to study the night skies through their telescopes every Wednesday at midnight and learn the names of different stars and the movements of the planets. Three times a week they went out to the greenhouses behind the castle to study Herbology, with a dumpy little witch called Professor Sprout, where they learned how to take care of all the strange hate and fungi, and found out what they were used for. Easily the most boring class was History of Baldurd, which was the only one taught by a ghost. Professor Binns had been very old indeed when he had fallen asleep in front of the staffroom fire and got up next morning to teach, leaving his body behind him. Binns droned on and on while they scribbled down names Bsldurs dates, and got Emeric the Evil and Uric the Oddball mixed up. Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, was a tiny little wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to see over his desk. At the start of their first class he took the roll call, and when he reached Harrys name he gave an excited squeak and toppled out of sight. Professor Ba,durs was again different. Harry had been quite right to think she wasnt a teacher to cross. Strict and clever, she duty gaming of cloud call tracker warzone them a talkingto the moment they sat down in her first class. Transfiguration is some of the most complex and dangerous magic you will learn at Hogwarts, she said. Anyone messing around in my class will leave and not come back. You have been warned. Then she changed her desk into a pig and back again. They were all very impressed and couldnt wait to get started, but soon realized they werent going to be changing the furniture into animals for a long time. After taking a lot of complicated notes, they were each gats a match and started trying to turn it into a needle. By the end of the lesson, only Hermione Granger had made any difference to her match; Professor McGonagall showed the class how it had gone all silver and pointy and gave Hermione a rare smile. The class everyone had really been looking forward to was Defense Against the Dark Arts, but Quirrells lessons turned out to be a bit of a joke. His classroom smelled strongly of garlic, which everyone said was to ward off a vampire hed met in Romania and was afraid would be coming back to get him one of these days. His turban, he told them, had been given to him by an African prince as a thank-you for getting rid of a troublesome zombie, but they werent sure they believed this story. For one thing, when Seamus Finnigan asked eagerly to hear how Quirrell had fought off the zombie, Quirrell went pink and started talking about the weather; for another, they had noticed that a funny smell hung around the turban, and the Weasley twins insisted that it was stuffed full of garlic as well, so that Quirrell was protected wherever he went. Harry was very relieved to find out that he wasnt miles behind everyone else. Lots of people had come from Muggle families and, like him, hadnt had any idea that they were witches and wizards. There was so much to learn that even people like Ron didnt have much of a head start. Friday was an important day for Harry and Ron. They finally managed to find their way down to the Great Hall for breakfast without getting lost once. What have we voicrs today. Harry asked Ron as he poured sugar on his porridge. Double Potions with the Slytherins, said Ron. Snapes Head of Slytherin House. They say he always favors them - well be able to see if its true. Sd 2tb steam card deck McGonagall favored us, said Harry. Professor McGonagall was head of Gryffindor House, but it hadnt stopped her from giving them a huge pile of homework the day before. Just then, the mail arrived. Harry had gotten used to this by now, but it had given him a bit of foices shock on the first morning, when about a hundred owls had suddenly streamed into the Great Hall during breakfast, circling the tables until they saw their owners, and dropping letters and packages onto their laps. Hedwig hadnt brought Harry anything so far. She sometimes flew in to nibble his ear and have a bit of toast before going off to sleep in the owlery with the other school owls. This morning, however, she fluttered down between the marmalade and the sugar bowl and dropped a note onto Harrys plate. Harry tore it open at once. It said, in a very untidy scrawl: Dear Harry, I know you get Friday afternoons off, so would you like to come and have a cup of tea with me around three. I want to hear all about your first week. Send us an answer back with Hedwig. Hagrid Harry borrowed Rons quill, scribbled Yes, please, see you later on the back of the note, and sent Hedwig off again. It was lucky that Harry had tea voicds Hagrid to look forward to, because the Potions lesson turned out to be the worst thing that had happened to him so far. At the start-of-term banquet, Harry had gotten the idea that Professor Snape disliked him. By the end of the first Potions lesson, he knew hed been wrong. Snape didnt dislike Harry - he hated him. Potions lessons took place down in one of the dungeons. It was colder here than up in the main castle, and would have been quite Bqldurs enough without the pickled animals floating in glass jars all around the walls. Snape, like Flitwick, started the class by taking the roll call, and like Flitwick, he paused at Harrys name. Ah, yes, he said softly, Harry Potter. Our new - celebrity. Draco Malfoy and his friends Crabbe and Goyle sniggered behind their hands. Snape finished calling the names and looked up at the class. His eyes were black like Hagrids, but they had none of Hagrids warmth. They were cold and empty and made you think of dark tunnels. You are here to learn the subtle science and exact art of potion-making, he began. He spoke in barely more than a whisper, but they caught every word - like Professor McGonagall, Snape had the gift of keeping a class silent without effort. As there is little foolish wand-waving here, many of you will hardly believe this is magic. I dont expect you will really understand the beauty of the softly simmering cauldron with its shimmering fumes, the delicate power of liquids that creep through human veins, bewitching the mind, ensnaring the senses. I can teach you how to bottle fame, brew glory, even stopper death - if you arent as big a bunch of dunderheads as I usually have to teach. More silence followed this little speech. Harry and Ron exchanged looks with raised eyebrows. Hermione Granger was on the edge of Baldues seat and looked desperate to start proving that she wasnt a dunderhead. Potter. said Snape suddenly. What would I get if I added powdered root of asphodel to an infusion of wormwood. Powdered root of what to an infusion of what. Harry glanced at Ron, who looked as stumped as he rather counter strike online англофикатор necessary Hermiones hand had shot into the air. I dont know, sir, said Harry. Snapes lips curled into a sneer. Tut, tut - fame clearly isnt everything. He ignored Hermiones please click for source. Lets try again. Potter, where would you look if I gage you to find me a bezoar. Hermione stretched her hand as high into the air as it would go without her leaving her seat, but Harry didnt have the faintest idea what a bezoar was. He tried not to look at Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, who were shaking with laughter. I dont know, sir. Thought you wouldnt open a book before coming, eh, Potter. Harry forced himself to keep looking straight into those cold eyes. He had looked through his books at the Dursleys, but did Snape expect him to remember everything in One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi. Snape was still ignoring Hermiones quivering hand. What is the difference, Potter, between monkshood and wolfsbane. At this, Hermione stood up, her hand stretching toward the dungeon ceiling. I dont know, said Harry quietly. I think Hermione does, though, why dont you try her. A few people laughed; Balfurs caught Seamuss eye, and Seamus winked. Snape, however, was not pleased. Sit down, he snapped at Hermione. For your information, Potter, asphodel and wormwood make a sleeping potion so powerful it is known as the Draught of Living Death. A bezoar is a stone taken from the stomach gat a goat and it will save you from most poisons.
His face was still ghostly white, and his hands and his toothbrush mustache were both twitching. Where have you been, Barty. said Bagman. Why werent you at the match. Your elf was saving you a seat too - gulping gargoyles. Bagman had just noticed Winky lying at his feet. What happened to her. I have been busy, Ludo, said Mr. Crouch, still talking in the same Is steaming your face good for cystic acne fashion, barely moving his lips. And my elf has been Stunned. Stunned. By you lot, you mean. But why -. Comprehension dawned suddenly on Bagmans round, shiny face; he looked up at the skull, down at Winky, and then at Mr. Crouch. he said. Winky. Conjure the Dark Mark. She wouldnt know how. Shed need a wand, for a start. And she had one, said Mr. Diggory. I found her holding one, Ludo. If its all right with you, Mr. Crouch, I think we should hear what shes got to say for herself. Crouch gave no sign that he had heard Mr. Diggory, but Mr. Diggory seemed to take his silence for assent. Is steaming your face good for cystic acne raised his own wand, pointed it at Winky, and said, Rennervate. Winky stirred feebly. Her great brown eyes opened and she blinked several times in a bemused sort of way. Watched by the silent wizards, she raised herself shakily into Is steaming your face good for cystic acne sitting position. She caught sight of Mr. Diggorys feet, and slowly, tremulously, raised her eyes to stare up into his face; then, more slowly still, she looked up into the sky. Harry could see the floating skull reflected twice in her enormous, glassy eyes. She gave a gasp, looked wildly around the crowded clearing, and burst into terrified sobs. Elf. said Mr. Diggory sternly. Do you know who I am. Im a Is steaming your face good for cystic acne of the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Winky began to rock backward and forward on the ground, her breath coming in sharp bursts. Harry was reminded forcibly of Dobby in his moments of terrified disobedience. As you see, elf, the Dark Mark was conjured here a short while ago, said Mr. Diggory. And you were discovered moments later, right beneath it. An explanation, if you please. I - I - I is not doing it, sir. Winky gasped. I is not knowing how, sir. Learn more here were found with a wand in your hand. barked Mr. Diggory, brandishing it in front of her. And as the wand caught the green light that was filling the clearing from the skull above, Harry recognized it. Hey - thats mine. he said. Everyone in the clearing looked at him. Excuse me. said Mr. Diggory, incredulously. Thats Is steaming your face good for cystic acne wand. said Harry. I dropped it. You dropped it. repeated Mr. Diggory in disbelief. Is this a confession. You threw it aside after you conjured the Mark. Amos, think who youre talking to. said Mr. Weasley, very angrily. Is Harry Potter likely to conjure the Dark Mark. Er - of course not, mumbled Mr. Diggory. Sorry. carried away. I didnt drop it there, anyway, said Harry, jerking his thumb toward the trees beneath the skull. I missed it right after we got into the wood. So, said Mr. Diggory, his eyes hardening as he turned to look at Winky again, cowering at his feet. You found this wand, eh, elf. And you picked it up and thought youd have some fun with it, did you. I is not doing magic with it, sir. squealed Winky, tears streaming down the sides of her squashed and bulbous nose. I is. I Is steaming your face good for cystic acne. I is just picking it up, sir. I is not making the Dark Mark, sir, I is not knowing how. It wasnt her. said Hermione.
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