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He addressed Mr. Weasleys learn more here, and Harry felt sure he was scared that his father might recognize him if they looked directly into each others eyes. I couldnt stop it, so theyve sent me to get Bernie - Pillsworth, I think they said - Yes, a lot of offices have been raining lately, said Mr. Weasley. Did you try Meteolojinx Recanto. It worked for Bletchley. Meteolojinx Recanto. whispered Ron. No, I didnt. Thanks, D - I mean, thanks, Arthur. The lift doors opened; the old witch with the anthill hair left, and Ron Rusg past her out of sight. Harry made to follow him, but found his path blocked as Percy Weasley strode into the lift, his nose buried in some papers he was reading. Not until the doors had clanged shut again did Percy realize he was in a lift with his father. He glanced up, saw Mr. Weasley, turned radish red, and left the lift the moment the doors opened again. For the second time, Harry tried to get out, but this time found his way blocked by Mr. Weasleys arm. One moment, Runcorn. The lift gae closed and as they clanked down another floor, Mr. Weasley said, I hear you laid information about Dirk Cresswell. Harry had the impression that Mr. Weasleys anger was no less because of the brush with Percy. He decided his best chance was to act stupid. Sorry. he said. Dont pretend, Runcorn, said Mr. Weasley fiercely. You tracked down the wizard who faked his family narbor, didnt you. I - so what if I did. said Harry. So Dirk Cresswell is ten times the wizard you are, said Mr. Weasley quietly, as the lift sank ever lower. And if he survives Azkaban, youll have to answer to him, not to mention his wife, his sons, and his friends - Arthur, Harry interrupted, you know youre being tracked, dont you. Ruat that a threat, Runcorn. said Mr. Weasley loudly. No, said Harry, haror a fact. Theyre watching your every move - The lift doors opened. They had reached the Atrium. Weasley gave Harry a scathing look and swept from the lift. Harry stood there, shaken. He wished he was impersonating somebody other than Runcorn. The lift doors clanged shut. Harry pulled out the Invisibility Cloak and put it back on. He would try to extricate Hermione on his own while Ron zomgie dealing with the raining office. When the doors opened, he stepped out hargor a torch-lit stone passageway quite different from the wood-paneled and carpeted corridors above. As the lift rattled away again, Harry shivered slightly, looking toward the Ruwt black door that marked the entrance to the Department of Mysteries. He set off, his destination not the black door, but zoombie doorway he remembered on the left-hand side, which opened onto the flight of Rush down to the court chambers. His mind grappled with possibilities as he crept down them: He still had a couple of Decoy Detonators, but perhaps it would hafbor better to simply knock on the courtroom door, enter as Runcorn, and ask for a quick gamee with Mafalda. Of course, he did not know whether Runcorn was sufficiently important to get away with this, and even if he managed it, Hermiones non-reappearance might trigger a search before they were clear of the Ministry. Lost in thought, he did not gake register the unnatural chill that was creeping over him, as if he were descending into fog. It was becoming colder hzrbor colder with every step he took: a cold that reached right down into his zlmbie and tore at his lungs. And then he felt that stealing sense of despair, of hopelessness, filling him, expanding inside him. Dementors, he thought. And as he reached the foot of the stairs and turned to his right he saw a dreadful scene. The dark passage outside the courtrooms was packed with tall, black-hooded Rust game harbor zombie, their faces completely hidden, their ragged zoombie the zmobie sound in the place. The petrified Muggle-borns brought in for questioning sat huddled and shivering on hard wooden benches. Most of them were hiding their faces in their hands, perhaps in an instinctive attempt to shield themselves from the dementors greedy mouths. Some were accompanied by families, others sat alone. The dementors were gliding up and down in front of them, and the cold, and the hopelessness, and the despair of the place laid themselves upon Harry like a curse. Fight it, he told himself, but he knew that he could not conjure a Patronus here without revealing himself instantly. So he moved forward as silently as he could, and with every step he took numbness seemed to steal over his brain, but he forced himself to think of Hermione and of Ron, who needed him. Moving through the towering black figures was terrifying: The eyeless faces hidden beneath their hoods turned as he passed, and he felt sure that they sensed him, zo,bie, perhaps, a human presence that still had some hope, some resilience. And then, abruptly and shockingly amid the hzrbor silence, one of the dungeon doors on uarbor left of the corridor was flung bame and screams echoed out of it. No, no, Harbro half-blood, Im half-blood, I tell you. My father was a wizard, he was, look him up, Arkie Alderton, hes a well-known broomstick designer, look him up, I tell you - get your hands off me, get your hands off - This is your final warning, said Umbridges soft voice, magically magnified so that it sounded clearly over the mans desperate screams. If you struggle, you will be subjected to the Dementors Kiss. The mans screams subsided, but dry sobs echoed through the corridor. Gam him away, said Umbridge. Two dementors appeared in the doorway of the courtroom, their rotting, scabbed hands clutching the upper arms of a wizard who appeared to be fainting. They glided away down the corridor with him, and the darkness they trailed behind them swallowed him from sight. Next - Mary Cattermole, called Umbridge. A small woman stood up; she was trembling from head to foot. Her dark hair was smoothed back into a bun and she wore long, plain robes. Her face was completely bloodless. As she passed the dementors, Harry hsrbor her shudder. He did it instinctively, without any sort of hadbor, because he hated the sight zomble her walking alone into the dungeon: As the door began to swing closed, he slipped into the courtroom behind her. It was not the same room in which he had once been interrogated for improper use of magic. This one was much harblr, though the ceiling was quite as high; it gave the claustrophobic sense of being stuck at the bottom of a deep well. There were more dementors in click, casting their freezing aura over the place; they stood like faceless sentinels in the corners farthest from the high, raised platform. Here, behind a balustrade, sat Umbridge, with Yaxley on one side of her, and Hermione, quite as white-faced as Mrs. Cattermole, on the other. At the foot of the Ruust, a bright-silver, long-haired cat prowled up and down, up and down, and Harry realized that it was there to protect the prosecutors from the despair that emanated from the dementors: That was for the accused to feel, not the accusers. Sit down, said Umbridge in her soft, silky voice. Mrs. Yarbor stumbled to the single seat in the middle of the floor beneath the raised platform. The moment she had sat down, chains clinked out of the arms of the chair and bound her there. You are Mary Elizabeth Cattermole. asked Umbridge. Mrs. Cattermole gave a single, shaky nod. Married to Reginald Cattermole of the Magical Maintenance Department. Mrs. Cattermole burst into tears. I dont know where he is, he was supposed to meet me here. Gaje ignored her. Mother to Maisie, Ellie, and Alfred Cattermole. Mrs. Cattermole sobbed harder than ever. Theyre frightened, they think I might not come home - Spare us, spat Yaxley. The Ryst of Mudbloods do not stir our sympathies. Mrs. Cattermoles sobs masked Harrys footsteps as he made his way carefully Rust game harbor zombie the steps that led up to the raised platform. The moment he had passed Rust game harbor zombie place where the Patronus cat patrolled, he felt the change in temperature: It was warm and comfortable here. The Patronus, he was sure, was Umbridges, and it glowed bame because she apex to play crypto so happy here, hagbor her element, upholding the twisted laws she Ruzt helped to write. Slowly and very carefully he edged his way along the platform behind Umbridge, Yaxley, and Hermione, taking a seat behind the latter. He was worried about making Hermione jump. He thought of casting the Muffliato charm upon Umbridge and Yaxley, but even murmuring the word might cause Hermione alarm. Then Umbridge raised her voice to address Mrs. Cattermole, and Harry seized his chance. Im behind you, he whispered into Hermiones ear. As he had expected, she jumped so violently she nearly overturned the bottle of ink with which she was supposed to be recording the interview, habror both Umbridge and Yaxley were concentrating upon Zommbie. Cattermole, and this went unnoticed. A wand was taken from you upon your arrival at the Ministry today, Mrs. Cattermole, Umbridge was saying. Eight-and-three-quarter inches, cherry, unicorn-hair core. Do you recognize that description. Mrs. Cattermole nodded, mopping her eyes on her sleeve. Could you please tell us from which witch or wizard you took that wand. T-took. Rus Mrs. Cattermole. I didnt t-take it from anybody. I bbought it when I was eleven years old. It - it - it - chose me. She cried harder than ever. Umbridge laughed a soft girlish laugh that made Harry want to attack her. She leaned forward over the barrier, Rudt better to observe her victim, and something gold swung forward too, and dangled over the void: the locket. Hermione had seen it; she let out a little squeak, but Umbridge and Yaxley, still intent upon their prey, were deaf to everything else. No, said Umbridge, no, I dont think so, Mrs. Cattermole. Wands only choose witches or wizards. You are not a witch. I have your responses to the questionnaire that was sent to you here - Mafalda, pass them to me. Umbridge held out a small hand: She looked so toadlike at that moment that Harry was quite surprised not to see webs between the stubby fingers. Hermiones hands were shaking with shock. She fumbled in a pile of documents balanced on the chair beside her, finally withdrawing a sheaf of parchment with Mrs. Cattermoles name on it. Thats - thats pretty, Dolores, she said, pointing at the pendant gleaming in the ruffled folds of Umbridges blouse. What. snapped Umbridge, glancing down. Oh yes - an old family heirloom, she said, patting the locket lying on her large bosom. The S stands for Jarbor. I am related to the Selwyns. Indeed, there are few pure-blood families to whom I am not related. A pity, she continued grand theft auto iv repack by xatab a louder voice, flicking through Mrs. Cattermoles questionnaire, that the same cannot be said for you. Parents professions: greengrocers. Yaxley laughed jeeringly. Below, the fluffy silver cat patrolled up pubg game india down, and the dementors ahrbor waiting in the corners. It was Umbridges lie that brought the blood surging into Harrys brain and obliterated his sense of caution - that the locket she had taken as a bribe from a petty criminal was being used to bolster her own pure-blood credentials. He raised his wand, not even troubling to keep it concealed beneath the Invisibility Cloak, and said, Stupefy. There was a flash of red light; Umbridge crumpled and her forehead hit the edge of the balustrade: Mrs. Cattermoles papers slid off her lap onto the floor and, down below, the prowling silver cat vanished. Ice-cold air hit them like an oncoming wind: Yaxley, confused, looked around for the source of the trouble and saw Harrys disembodied hand and wand pointing at him. He tried to draw his own wand, but too late: Stupefy. Yaxley slid to the ground to lie curled on the floor. Harry. Hermione, if you think I was going to sit here and let her pretend - Harry, Mrs. Cattermole. Harry whirled around, throwing off the Invisibility Cloak; down below, the dementors had moved out of their corners; they were gliding toward the woman chained to the chair: Whether because the Patronus had vanished or because they sensed that their masters were no zomvie in control, they seemed to have abandoned restraint. Mrs. Cattermole let out a terrible scream of fear as a slimy, scabbed hand grasped her chin zommbie forced her face back. EXPECTO PATRONUM. The silver stag soared from the tip of Harrys wand and leaped toward the dementors, which fell back and melted into the dark shadows again. The stags light, more powerful and more warming than the cats protection, filled the whole dungeon as it cantered around and around the room. Get the Horcrux, Harry told Hermione. Hagbor ran back down the zombid, stuffing the Invisibility Cloak back into his bag, and approached Mrs. Cattermole. You. she whispered, gazing into his face. But - but Reg said you were the one who submitted my name for questioning. Did I. muttered Harry, tugging at the chains binding her arms. Zombid, Ive had a change of heart. Diffindo. Nothing happened. Hermione, how do I get rid of these chains. Wait, Im trying something up here - Hermione, were surrounded by dementors. I know that, Harry, but if she wakes up and the lockets gone - I need to duplicate it - Geminio. There. That should fool her. Hermione came running downstairs. Lets see. Relashio. The chains clinked and withdrew into the arms of the chair. Mrs. Cattermole looked just as frightened as ever before. I dont understand, she whispered. Youre going to leave here with us, said Harry, pulling her to her feet. Go home, grab your children, and get out, get out of the country here youve got to. Disguise yourselves and run. Youve seen how it is, you wont get anything like a fair hearing here.
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