Witches and wizards

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February 3rd, 2015 >> Uncategorized

Witches and wizards
In lime-green robes were walking up and down the rows, asking questions and making notes on clipboards like Umbridge’s. Harry200 noticed the emblem embroidered on their chests: a wand and bone, crossed.

Are they doctors? he asked Ron quietly.

Doctors? said Ron, looking startled. Those Muggle nutters that cut people201 up? Nah, they’re Healers.

Over here! called Mrs. Weasley, above the renewed clanging of the warlock in the corner, and they followed her to the queue in front of a plump blonde witch seated at a desk marked Enquiries.The wall behind her was covered in notices and posters saying things like: A CLEAN CAULDRON202 KEEPS POTIONS FROM BECOMING POISONS and ANTIDOTES ARE ANTI-DON’TS UNLESS APPROVED BY A QUALIFIED HEALER. There was also a large portrait of a witch with long silver ringlets which was labelled:Print Finishing

Hagrid seized Harry and Ron’s mugs and shoved them under

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February 2nd, 2015 >> Uncategorized

Hagrid seized Harry and Ron’s mugs and shoved them under the cushion in Fang’s
Fang was now leaping up at the door; Hagrid pushed him out of the way with his foot and 100pulled it open.

Professor Umbridge was standing in the doorway wearing her green tweed cloak and a matching hat with earflaps. Lips pursed, she leaned back so as to see Hagrid’s face; she barely reached his navel.

So, she said slowly and loudly,101 as though speaking to somebody deaf. You’re Hagrid, are you?

Without waiting for an answer she strolled into the room, her bulging eyes rolling in every direction.

Get away, she snapped, waving her handbag at Fang, who had bounded up to her and was102 attempting to lick her face.

ErI don want ter be rude, said Hagrid, staring at her, but who the ruddy hell are you?

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keeping a lookout for anybody

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February 2nd, 2015 >> Uncategorized

keeping a lookout for anybody
Approaching, said Dumbledore. But she may already know … that excellent clock of 300hers …

Harry knew Dumbledore was referring to the clock that told, not the time, but the whereabouts and conditions of the various Weasley family members, and with a pang he thought that Mr. Weasley’s hand must, even now, be pointing at mortal peril.But it was very late. Mrs. Weasley was probably asleep, not watching the clock. Harry felt cold as he remembered Mrs. Weasley’s boggart turning into Mr. Weasley’s lifeless301 body, his glasses askew, blood running down his face … but Mr. Weasley wasn’t going to die … he couldn’t …

Dumbledore was now rummaging in a cupboard behind Harry and Ron. He emerged from it carrying 302a blackened old kettle, which he placed carefully on his desk. He raised his wand and murmured, Portus! For a moment the kettle trembled, glowing with an odd blue light; then it quivered to rest, as solidly black as ever.

I need you to visit your

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February 2nd, 2015 >> Uncategorized

I need you to visit your
Other portrait again, Phineas, said Dumbledore. I’ve got another message.

Visit my other portrait? 200said Phineas in a reedy voice, giving a long, fake yawn (his eyes travelling around the room and focusing on Harry). Oh, no, Dumbledore, I am too tired tonight.

Something about Phineas’s voice was familiar to Harry, where had he heard it before? But before he could think, the portraits on the 201surrounding walls broke into a storm of protest.

Insubordination, sir! roared a corpulent, red-nosed wizard, brandishing his fists. Dereliction of duty!

We are honour-bound to give202 service to the present Headmaster of Hogwarts! cried a frail-looking old wizard whom Harry recognised as Dumbledore’s predecessor, Armando Dippet. Sharne on you, Phineas!

He returned to the common room

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February 1st, 2015 >> Uncategorized

He returned to the common room
Half an hour later to find Hermione and Ron in the best seats by the fire; nearly everybody else had gone to bed. Hermione was writing a very long letter; she had already filled half a roll of parchment, which was dangling from the edge of the 100table. Ron was lying on the hearthrug, trying to finish his Transfiguration homework.

What kept you? he asked, as Harry sank into the armchair next to Hermione’s.

Harry didn’t answer. He was in a 101state of shock. Half of him wanted to tell Ron and Hermione what had just happened, but the other half wanted to take the secret with him to the grave.

Are you all right, Harry? Hermione asked, peering at him over the tip of her quill.

Harry gave a half-hearted shrug. 102In truth, he didn’t know whether he was all right or not. What’s up? said

Harry. His mouth was very dry

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February 1st, 2015 >> Uncategorized

Harry. His mouth was very dry
It’s probably full of Nargles, though.

What are Nargles?

No idea, said Harry. She had 100moved closer. His brain seemed to have been Stunned. You’d have to ask Loony. Luna, I mean.

Cho made a funny noise halfway between a sob and a laugh. She was even nearer to him101 now. He could have counted the freckles on her nose.

I really like you, Harry.

He could not think. A tingling sensation was spreading through him, paralysing his arms,102 legs and brain.

She was much too close. He could see every tear clinging to her eyelashes …

And moments later

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And moments later
The silver-ringleted witch had reappeared in her picture, too; she sank, coughing, into her armchair and said, Yes, they’ve taken him to St. Mungo’s, Dumbledore … they carried him 300past my portrait … he looks bad …

Thank you, said Dumbledore. He looked round at Professor McGonagall.

Minerva, I need you to go and 301wake the other Weasley children.

Of course …

Professor McGonagall got up and moved swiftly to the door. Harry cast a sideways glance at Ron, who was looking terrified.

And Dumbledore what about Molly?302 said Professor McGonagall, pausing at the door.

That will be a job for Fawkes when he has finished

Shall I persuade him, Dumbledore?

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January 31st, 2015 >> Uncategorized

Shall I persuade him, Dumbledore?
called a gimlet-eyed witch, raising an unusually thick wand that looked not unlike a birch rod.

Oh, very well, said the wizard called Phineas, eyeing the wand with mild apprehension,200 though he may well have destroyed my picture by now, he’s done away with most of the family

Sirius knows not to destroy your portrait, said Dumbledore, and Harry realised immediately where he had heard Phineas’s voice before: issuing from the apparently empty frame in his bedroom 201in Grimmauld Place. You are to give him the message that Arthur Weasley has been gravely injured and that his wife, children and Harry Potter will be arriving at his house shortly. Do you understand?

Arthur Weasley, injured, wife and202 children and Harry Potter coming to stay, repeated Phineas in a bored voice. Yes, yes … very well …

I know it must be horrible for

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I know it must be horrible for
Mopping her eyes on her sleeve again. Me mentioning Cedric, when you saw him die … I suppose you just want to forget about it?

Harry did not say anything to this;100 it was quite true, but he felt heartless saying it.

You’re a r-really good teacher, you know, said Cho, with a watery smile. I’ve never101 been able to Stun anything before.

Thanks, said Harry awkwardly.

They looked at each other for a long moment. Harry felt a burning desire to run from the room and, at the same time, a complete inability to102 move his feet.

Mistletoe, said Cho quietly, pointing at the ceiling over his head.

Yeah, said

The middle of that maze

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The middle of that maze
But if Voldemort really wants to kill you, you don’t stand a chance.

She hiccoughed at the sound of100 Voldemort’s name, but stared at Harry without flinching.

You survived when you were just a baby, she said quietly.

Yeah, well, said Harry wearily, moving towards the door, I dunno why, nor does 101anyone else, so it’s nothing to be proud of.

Oh, don’t go! said Cho, sounding tearful again. I’m really sorry to get all102 upset like this … I didn’t mean to …

She hiccoughed again. She was very pretty even when her eyes were red and puffy. Harry felt thoroughly miserable. He’d have been so pleased with just a Merry Christmas’.