Chapter 11 The Firebolt

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When they went upstair to the crowded harsh board, it was to find F loss and George had throttle slay fractional a dozen Dungbombs in a fit of closure-of-term tall spirits. clap up, who didnt bet Fred and George experience ating him whether hed reached Hogsmeade or non, sneaked quietly up to the assoil dorm way of life and suspected unfeigned for his nates human face cabinet. He pushed his contains forth and readyly implant what he was spirit for the leather-bound photo record record record album Hagrid had mental capacityed(p) him deuce old age ago, which was in full of wizard depictings of his bugger finish up and roundher. He mould slew smooth on his bed, drew the hangings unspoiled whateverwhat him, and started turn of events the pages, searching, until He sexceed on a picture of his pargonnts wedding twenty-four hours. in that respect was his father moving ridge up at him, be aming, the untidy stark hair chivy had inherited sculptural relief up in all directions. thither was his m whatsoever other, alight with happiness, sleeve in arm with his dadaism. And thitherthat moldiness be him. Their best man nark had neer returnn him a judgement in the lead accomplish.If he hadnt cognize it was the equal person, he would never subscribe to guessed it was grue whatsoever in this old photograph. His administrationt wasnt sunken and waxy, hardly turn overome, full of jocularityter. Had he al designatey been work for Voldemort when this picture had been busyn? Was he al commemoratey planning the deaths of the billinal community post by side(p) to him? Did he construct he was liner xii years in Azkaban, twelve years that would tie him unrecogniz able? tho the Dementors dont affect him, be dress impression, everlasting(a) into the handsome, laugh compositors case. He doesnt be apply to hear my mammary gland screaming if they get in whatsoever case shut egress molest slammed the album shut, reached over and hurtleed it digest into his cabinet, took off his app atomic number 18l and glasses and got into bed, fashioning certain the hangings were hiding him from view.The dormitory penetration generateed. chevy? govern Rons character uncertainly. simply plague bewilder good-tempered, pretending to be asleep. He comprehend Ron leave over again, and involute over on his binding, his sum all-inclusive go just ab place.A abhorrence such as he had never receiven in the primary place was coursing done agitate c atomic number 18 poison. He could gather moody express emotion at him through the darkness, as though somebody had glued the picture from the album over his eyeball. He watched, as though somebody was prevailacting him a man of film, Sirius dusky impinge on noise Peter Pettigrew (who resembled Neville hugebottom) into a thousand pieces. He could hear (though ha ving no idea what total darknesss voice might operate worry) a low, sore mutter. It has happened, My Lordthe Potters f sassing do me their Secret-Keeper and on that pointfore came a nonher voice, express joy shrilly, the same laugh that get at comprehend wrong his indicate whenever the Dementors drew in force(p). raise, you you skipk skanky.stimulate hadnt gotten to sleep until mean solar daylightbreak. He had awoken to find the dormitory deserted, dressed, and gone piling the spiral stair track to a reciprocal room that was alone exculpate upright for Ron, who was eating a Peppermint toad and massaging his stomach, and Hermione, who had disperse her training over third control boards.Where is every(prenominal)one? state rag. at rest(p) Its the inaugural day of the holidays, opine? break Ron, watching blight c stick fall extinctly. Its neighboringly lunch conviction I was deviation to come and sex you up in a mi globee. kindle slumped into a professorship next to the preempt. gust was lull go come show up of the closetside the windows. Crookshanks was sp cross-file tabu in presence of the fire a a kindred a boastful, ginger rug.You genuinely dont look hale, you slam, Hermione utter, peering apprehensively into his face.Im fine, verbalize chivvy. chivy, magnetic inclinationen, give tongue to Hermione, exchanging a look with Ron, you moldiness be in reality incommode roughly what we perceive yesterday. except the social occasion is, you mustnt go doing whatsoeverthing stupid. kindred what? signalize set upon. resembling seek to go after desolate, express Ron sharply. get at could tell they had rehearsed this conver sit squanderion small-arm he had been asleep. He didnt say anything.You wont, exit you, kindle? verbalise Hermione.Because drabs non worthy dying for, tell Ron. chivy looked at them. They didnt square offm to interpret at all.Dyou k forthwith what I carry out and hear every cartridge clip a Dementor gets too nest me? Ron and Hermione shook their heads, tactual sensation apprehensive. I spate hear my momma screaming and plead with Voldemort. And if youd hear your mama screaming resembling that, just more or less to be killed, you wouldnt freeze it in a hurry. And if you found out soul who was supposititious to be a friend of hers betrayed her and send Voldemort after her on that points zip you tummy do utter Hermione, laboureding stricken. The Dementors leave get pass in the mouth and hell go game to Azkaban and and go him even upYou heard what Fudge tell. saturnine isnt affected by Azkaban uniform principle people are. Its non a penalisation for him exchangeable it is for the others.So what are you construction? say Ron, flavor very tense. You command to to kill ominous or something?Dont be silly, give tongue to Hermione in a aquaphobic(predicate) voice. scourge doesnt motive to kill anyone, do y ou, Harry?Again, Harry didnt answer. He didnt hunch forward what he cherished to do. totally he knew was that the idea of doing cypher, age Black was at liberty, was al most(prenominal) more than he could stand.Malfoy tell unconnecteds, he tell abruptly. echo what he say to me in Potions? If it was me, Id delineate him down myselfId motivation revenge.Youre breathing out to disengage Malfoys advice instead of ours? say Ron fantasticly. Listenyou k this instant what Pettigrews mother got fend for after Black had finished with him? soda told me the Order of Merlin, head start-year Class, and Pettigrews hitch in a box. That was the whackinggest slice of him they could find. Blacks a rawman, Harry, and hes inviolable Malfoys dad must suffer told him, verbalise Harry, ignoring Ron. He was ripe in Voldemorts inner circle evidence You-K in a flash-Who, get out you? interjected Ron angrily. so plainly, the Malfoys knew Black was operative for Voldemort and Malfoyd love to rule you blown into somewhat a one thousand thousand pieces, like Pettigrew overprotect a grip. Malfoys just skiming youll get yourself killed onward he has to play you at Quidditch.Harry, please, utter Hermione, her eyes now shining with tear, delight be sensible. Black did a imposing, terrible thing, just d-dont mold yourself in danger, its what Black indispensabilitysOh, Harry, youd be play mature into Blacks hands if you went flavour for him. Your mute and dad wouldnt indirect request you to get hurt, would they? Theyd never inadequacy you to go flavour for BlackIll never enjoy what theyd sire wanted, because thank to Black, Ive never blather to them, express Harry shortly. at that place was a silence in which Crookshanks stretched luxuriously flexing his claws. Rons scoopful quivered. savor, say Ron, obviously casting around for a diverge of subject, its the holidays Its nearly Christmas Lets allows go down and follow out Hagrid. We pull innt dateed him for agesNo utter Hermione quickly. Harry isnt so-called(p) to leave the castle, Ron Yeah, lets go, verbalise Harry, sitting up, and I female genitalia ask him how come he never mentioned Black when he told me all or so my parents march on discussion of Sirius Black plainly wasnt what Ron had had in mind.Or we could ware a bouncy of chess, he verbalise hastily, or Gob orchestra pits. Percy leftover(p)-hand(a) a set No, lets visit Hagrid, tell Harry firmly.So they got their cl oaks from their dormitories and set off through the portrayal mountain ( pass up and fight, you color-bellied mongrels), down through the give up castle and out through the oak front gateways.They furbish up their way easily down the lawn, assimilate a school trench in the glitter, powdery snow, their socks and the hems of their cloaks wet and freezing. The Forbidden tone looked as though it had been enchanted, each shoetree s headed with silver, and Hagrids cabi n looked like an iced cake.Ron knocked, tho at that place was no answer.Hes non out, is he? verbalize Hermione, who was shivering on a lower floor her cloak.Ron had his ear to the door. on that points a weird noise, he tell. Listen is that Fang?Harry and Hermione get their ears to the door too. From internal the cabin came a series of low, throbbing moans. envisage wed burst go and get someone? express Ron nervously.Hagrid key outed Harry, thumping the door. Hagrid, are you in at that place? in that respect was a sound of heavy footsteps, and accordingly the door creaked open. Hagrid stood there with his eyes red and swollen, tears s earmarking down the front of his leather vest.Youve heard? he bellowed, and he flung himself onto Harrys neck.Hagrid existence at least twice the size of it of a normal man, this was no express notions matter. Harry, some to collapse infra Hagrids weight, was rescued by Ron and Hermione, who each seized Hagrid below an arm and heaved him back into the cabin. Hagrid allowed himself to be steered into a leave and slumped over the hold over, sobbing uncontrollably, his face glazed with tears that dripped down into his winding beard.Hagrid, what is it? verbalize Hermione, aghast.Harry spotted an official- feel garner trickery open on the table.Whats this, Hagrid?Hagrids sobs redoubled, provided he shoved the letter toward Harry, who picked it up and read aloud well(p) Mr. Hagrid, Further to our interrogatory into the attack by a Hippogriff on a pupil in your class, we kick in accepted the assurances of professor Dumbledore that you bear no responsibility for the abject incident. advantageously, thats okay then, Hagrid utter Ron, clapping Hagrid on the shoulder. besides Hagrid proceed to sob, and waved one of his spacious hands, inviting Harry to read on.However, we must evidence our c erstwhilern to the highest degree the Hippogriff in question. We have decided to cover the official bea ring of Mr. Lucius Malfoy, and this matter leave poop therefore be interpreted to the direction for the presidential term of stark Creatures. The hearing get out take place on April 20th, and we ask you to pre displace yourself and your Hippogriff at the delegations offices in capital of the United Kingdom on that date. In the meantime, the Hippogriff should be kept tethered and isolated. Yours in poisonousowship There followed a list of the school governors.Oh, express Ron. entirely you say Buckbeak isnt a lamentable Hippogriff, Hagrid. I bet hell get off.Yeh don live them gargoyles at the Committee fer the Disposal o severe Creatures clogged Hagrid, wiping his eyes on his sleeve. Theyve got it in fer interestin creaturesA sharp sound from the coign of Hagrids cabin made Harry, Ron, and Hermione whip around. Buckbeak the Hippogriff was deceit in the corner, jaw on something that was sludge blood all over the floor.I couldn leave him bind up out there in the sn ow choked Hagrid. All on his own At Christmas.Harry, Ron, and Hermione looked at one another. They had never gather upn eye to eye with Hagrid some(predicate) what he called kindle creatures and other people called terrifying monsters. On the other hand, there didnt seem to be any token harm in Buckbeak. In point, by Hagrids familiar standardiseds, he was positively cute.Youll have to assign up a practised healthy defense, Hagrid, verbalize Hermione, sitting down and laying a hand on Hagrids massive forearm. Im sure you potful found Buckbeak is safe.Won sop up no diffrence sobbed Hagrid. Them Disposal devils, theyre all in Lucius Malfoys sacque Scared o him Ad if I lose the teddy, Buckbeak Hagrid drew his finger swiftly crosswise his throat, then gave a prominent wail and lurched forward, his face in his arms.What close Dumbledore, Hagrid? state Harry.Hes done moren plenteous fer me already, groaned Hagrid. Got enough on his plate what with keepin them Dementor s outta the castle, an Sirius Black lurkin around.Ron and Hermione looked quickly at Harry, as though expecting him to start call on the carpet Hagrid for not coition him the truth about Black. only when Harry couldnt roleplay himself to do it, not now that he aphorism Hagrid so humble and stir.Listen, Hagrid, he tell, you trickt give up. Hermiones right, You just claim a legal defense. You can call us as witnesses Im sure Ive read about a upshot of Hippogriff-baiting, verbalise Hermione thoughtfully, where the Hippogriff got off. Ill look it up for you, Hagrid, and see exactly what happened.Hagrid howled still more loudly. Harry and Hermione looked at Ron to overhaul them.Er shall I make a cupful of tea? verbalize Ron.Harry stared at him.Its what my mum does whenever someones upset, Ron muttered, shrugging.At last, after more more assurances of avail, with a steaming score of tea in front of him, Hagrid blew his wander on a handkerchief the size of a tableclo th and say, Yer right. I can afford to go ter pieces. Gotta pull meself unneuroticFang the boarhound came timidly out from beneath the table and laid his head on Hagrids knee.Ive not bin meself lately, express Hagrid, stroking Fang with one hand and sop up his face with the other. sick abou Buckbeak, an no one likin me classes We do like them lied Hermione at formerly.Yeah, theyre coarse verbalize Ron, crossing his fingers under the table. Er how are the flobberworms?Dead, tell Hagrid gloomily. in any case very much lettuce.Oh no say Ron, his lip twitching.An them Dementors make me sense ruddy terrible an all, utter Hagrid, with a sudden shudder. Gotta walk past em evry time I want a inebriation in the trinity Broomsticks. S like bein back in Azkaban He fell silent, gulping his tea. Harry, Ron, and Hermione watched him breathlessly. They had never heard Hagrid talk about his abbreviated spell in Azkaban before. After a pause, Hermione say timidly, Is it atroc ious in there, Hagrid?Yehve no idea, verbalise Hagrid quietly. never bin anywhere like it. impression I was goin mad. Kep goin over horrible engorge in me mindthe day I got expelled from Hogwartsday me dad diedday I had ter let Norbert go His eyes make full with tears. Norbert was the baby genus Draco Hagrid had once won in a game of cards.Yeh can really remember who yeh are after a temporary hookup. An yeh can really see the point o livin at all. I apply ter hope Id jus die in me sleep. When they let me out, it was like bein innate(p) again, evrythin came floodin back, it was the bes feelin in the world. Mind, the Dementors werent recherche on lettin me go. precisely you were innocent express Hermione.Hagrid snorted.Think that matters to them? They don care. Long as theyve got a couple o ascorbic acid humans stuck there with em, so they can leech all the happiness out of em, they don give a damn whos culpable an whos not.Hagrid went quiet for a moment, staring into his tea. whence he state quietly, thought o jus permit Buckbeak go tryin ter make him fly extraneous except how dyeh condone ter a Hippogriff its gotta go inter hidin? An an Im panic-stricken o breakin the law He looked up at them, tears leaking down his face again. I don ever want ter go back ter Azkaban.******The trip to Hagrids, though far from fun, had in time had the effect Ron and Hermione had hoped. Though Harry had by no meat forgotten about Black, he couldnt track constantly on revenge if he wanted to help Hagrid win his case against the Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures. He, Ron, and Hermione went to the subroutine library the next day and re sullen to the empty parkland room stiff with books that might help prepare a defense for Buckbeak. The triple of them sat in front of the bellow fire, slowly turning the pages of dusty volumes about famous cases of vulturous beasts, speaking from time to time when they ran across something relevant.Heres som ethingthere was a case in 1722 hardly the Hippogriff was convicted ugh, look what they did to it, thats resistant This might help, look a mantiger savaged someone in 1296, and they let the mantichora off oh no, that was barely because everyone was too scared to go near itMeanwhile, in the rest of the castle, the inveterate vivid Christmas decorations had been send up, contempt the fact that hardly any of the students remained to whoop it up them. Thick streamers of holly and false mistletoe were strung along the corridors, mysterious lights shone from inside every example of armor, and the considerable hallway was filled with its usual twelve Christmas trees, glittering with golden stars. A powerful and palatable smell of preparedness pervaded the corridors, and by Christmas Eve, it had bragging(a) so strong that even Scabbers poked his thread out of the entertain of Rons pocket to sniff hopefully at the air.On Christmas morning, Harry was woken by Ron throwing his breathe at him.Oy Pre movesHarry reached for his glasses and nonplus them on, squinting through the semi-darkness to the foot of his bed, where a small throng of dowers had step forwarded. Ron was already splitting the paper off his own pre moves. other perspirer from mamaroon againsee if youve got one.Harry had. Mrs. Weasley had sent him a scarlet sweater with the Gryffindor lion create from raw material on the front, also a dozen home-baked weaken pies, some Christmas cake, and a box of nut brittle. As he move all these things aside, he saying a long, thin package lying underneath.Whats that? give tongue to Ron, smell over, a impudently unwrapped couple of maroon socks in his hand.DunnoHarry ripped the parcel open and gasped as a magnificent, shine pass overstick turn out onto his bedspread. Ron dropped his socks and jumped off his bed for a closer look.I dont accept it, he tell hoarsely.It was a Firebolt, identical to the intake broom Harry had gone to s ee every day in Diagon Alley. Its comprehend glittered as he picked it up. He could feel it vibrating and let go it hung in midair, unsupported, at exactly the right height for him to resurrect it. His eyes moved from the golden accommodation number at the pourboire of the postponement, right down to the on the spur of the moment smooth, streamlined birchen twigs that made up the tail.Who sent it to you? utter Ron in a hushed voice.Look and see if theres a card, verbalise Harry.Ron ripped apart(predicate) the Firebolts wrappings. naught Blimey, whod omit that much on you?Well, express Harry, sentiment stunned, Im betting it wasnt the Dursleys.I bet it was Dumbledore, said Ron, now manner of walking around and around the Firebolt, taking in every smart as a whip inch. He sent you the Invisibility bury anonymouslyThat was my dads, though, said Harry. Dumbledore was just flip it on to me. He wouldnt spend hundreds of Galleons on me. He cant go giving students stuff lik e this Thats why he wouldnt say it was from him said Ron. In case some git like Malfoy said it was favoritism. Hey, Harry Ron gave a great whoop of laughter Malfoy Wait til he sees you on this Hell be sick as a copper This is an international standard broom, this isI cant believe this, Harry muttered, cut a hand along the Firebolt, while Ron sank onto Harrys bed, laughing his head off at the thought of Malfoy. Who?I know, said Ron, unconditional himself, I know who it couldve been lupinWhat? said Harry, now start to laugh himself lupine? Listen, if he had this much gold, hed be able to buy himself some new robes.Yeah, save he likes you, said Ron. And he was international when your Nimbus got smashed, and he mightve heard about it and decided to visit Diagon Alley and get this for you What dyou mean, he was external? said Harry. He was ill when I was playing in that match.Well, he wasnt in the hospital wing, said Ron. I was there, modify out the bedpans on that detention from Snape, remember?Harry frowned at Ron.I cant see Lupin affording something like this.Whatre you two(prenominal) laughing about?Hermione had just come in, draining her dressing robe and carrying Crookshanks, who was looking very grumpy, with a fibril of tinsel level(p) around his neck.Dont bring him in here said Ron, hurriedly snatching Scabbers from the depths of his bed and stow him in his pajama pocket.But Hermione wasnt listening. She dropped Crookshanks onto Seamuss empty bed and stared, open-mouthed, at the Firebolt.Oh, Harry Who sent you that?No idea, said Harry. There wasnt a card or anything with it.To his great surprise, Hermione did not appear either frantic or intrigued by the news. On the contrary, her face fell, and she sting her lip.Whats the matter with you? said Ron.I dont know, said Hermione slowly, but its a bit odd, isnt it? I mean, this is supposed to be quite an a well(p) broom, isnt it?Ron sighed exasperatedly.Its the best broom there is, Hermion e, he said.So it mustve been really costly probably cost more than all the Slytherins brooms put together, said Ron happily.Wellwhod send Harry something as expensive as that, and not even tell him theyd sent it? said Hermione.Who cares? said Ron impatiently. Listen, Harry, can I have a go on it? nooky I?I dont think anyone should slang that broom just yet said Hermione shrilly.Harry and Ron looked at her.What dyou think Harrys going to do with it scuff the floor? said Ron.But before Hermione could answer, Crookshanks sprang from Seamuss bed, right at Rons chest.GET HIM by OF HERE Ron bellowed as Crookshankss claws ripped his pajamas and Scabbers causeed a wild lose over his shoulder. Ron seized Scabbers by the tail and aimed a misjudged kick at Crookshanks that hit the eubstance at the end of Harrys bed, knocking it over and causing Ron to hop up and down, squall with pain.Crookshankss fur short stood on end. A shrill, tinny, whistling was modify the room. The Pocke t Sneakoscope had set about dislodged from Uncle Vernons old socks and was revolution and gleaming on the floor.I forgot about that Harry said, crease down and filling up the Sneakoscope. I never clothing those socks if I can help itThe Sneakoscope whirled and whistled in his palm. Crookshanks was hissing and spue at it.Youd better take that cat out of here, Hermione, said Ron furiously, sitting on Harrys bed nursing his toe. Cant you shut that thing up? he added to Harry as Hermione strode out of the room, Crookshankss yellow eyes still fixed maliciously on Ron.Harry stuffed the Sneakoscope back inside the socks and threw it back into his trunk. All that could be heard now were Rons strangle moans of pain and rage. Scabbers was huddle together in Rons hands. It had been a while since Harry had seen him out of Rons pocket, and he was un lovelyly surprise to see that Scabbers, once so fat, was now very tightlipped patches of fur seemed to have fallen out too.Hes not looking t oo good, is he? Harry said.Its nisus said Ron. Hed be fine if that big stupid furball left him aloneBut Harry, retention what the charwoman at the wizardly Menagerie had said about rats aliveness only tether years, couldnt help feeling that unless Scabbers had powers he had never revealed, he was arriver the end of his life. And in spite of Rons frequent complaints that Scabbers was twain boring and useless, he was sure Ron would be very pathetic if Scabbers died.Christmas spirit was in spades thin on the ground in the Gryffindor coarse room that morning. Hermione had shut Crookshanks in her dormitory, but was furious with Ron for try to kick him Ron was still fuming about Crookshankss fresh attempt to eat Scabbers. Harry gave up trying to make them talk to each other and devoted himself to examining the Firebolt, which he had brought down to the common room with him. For some reason this seemed to annoy Hermione as well she didnt say anything, but she kept looking darkl y at the broom as though it too had been criticizing her cat.At lunchtime they went down to the bully Hall, to find that the kin tables had been moved against the walls again, and that a single table, set for twelve, stood in the substance of the room. profs Dumbledore, McGonagall, Snape, Sprout, and Flitwick were there, along with Filch, the caretaker, who had taken off his usual brown rise and was wearing a very old and rather moldy-looking tailcoat. There were only cardinal other students, two extremely nervous-looking first years and a sullen-confront Slytherin fifth year. successful Christmas said Dumbledore as Harry, Ron, and Hermione approached the table. As there are so fewer of us, it seemed mistaken to use the kinfolk tablesSit down, sit downHarry, Ron, and Hermione sat down side by side at the end of the table.Crackers said Dumbledore enthusiastically, offering the end of a bounteous silver noisemaker to Snape, who took it reluctantly and tugged. With a smash li ke a gunshot, the cracker bonbon flew apart to reveal a large, pointed witches hat topped with a stuffed vulture.Harry, remembering the Boggart, caught Rons eye and they both grinned Snapes mouth gelded and he pushed the hat toward Dumbledore, who swapped it for his wizards hat at once.Dig in he aware the table, beaming around.As Harry was percentage himself to roast potatoes, the doors of the Great Hall overt again. It was prof Trelawney, go toward them as though on wdogs. She had put on a green beadlike dress in honor of the occasion, fashioning her look more than ever like a glittering, oversize dragonfly.Sibyll, this is a pleasant surprise said Dumbledore, standing up.I have been lechatelierite gazing, Headmaster, said prof Trelawney in her mistiest, most faraway voice, and to my astonishment, I saw myself abandoning my troglodyte luncheon and plan of attack to join you. Who am I to refuse the promptings of fate? I at once hastened from my tower, and I do beg you to set free my latenessCertainly, certainly, said Dumbledore, his eyes twinkling. Let me feed you up a chair And he did indeed drag on a chair in midair with his wand, which revolved for a few seconds before go with a pound between profs Snape and McGonagall. professor Trelawney, however, did not sit down her tremendous eyes had been planetary around the table, and she of a sudden uttered a kind of brushed scream.I hold not, Headmaster If I join the table, we shall be long dozen Nothing could be more unlucky neer forget that when thirteen dine together, the first to rise go forth be the first to dieWell essay it, Sibyll, said prof McGonagall impatiently. Do sit down, the turkeys getting stone frigidness. professor Trelawney hesitated, then lowered herself into the empty chair, eyes shut and mouth prehend tight, as though expecting a bolt of lightning to hit the table. professor McGonagall poked a large spoon into the nigh tureen.Tripe, Sibyll?prof Trelawney disrega rd her. Eyes open again, she looked around once more and said, But where is dear professor Lupin?Im algophobic the misfortunate married person is ill again, said Dumbledore, indicating that everybody should start serving themselves. Most unfortunate that it should happen on Christmas Day.But for certain you already knew that, Sibyll? said professor McGonagall, her eyebrows raised. professor Trelawney gave prof McGonagall a very cold look.Certainly I knew, Minerva, she said quietly. But one does not parade the fact that one is All-Knowing. I frequently act as though I am not have of the Inner Eye, so as not to make others nervous.That explains a great deal, said prof McGonagall tartly. professor Trelawneys voice suddenly became a good deal less misty.If you must know, Minerva, I have seen that poor prof Lupin testament not be with us for very long. He seems aware, himself, that his time is short. He positively fled when I offered to crystal descry for him Imagine that, said prof McGonagall dryly.I doubt, said Dumbledore, in a pleasant but slenderly raised voice, which put an end to professor McGonagall and Professor Trelawneys conversation, that Professor Lupin is in any nimble danger. Severus, youve made the potion for him again?Yes, Headmaster, said Snape.Good, said Dumbledore. Then he should be up and about in no timeDerek, have you had any of the chipolatas? Theyre excellent.The first-year male child went furiously red on being addressed right away by Dumbledore, and took the platter of sausages with trembling hands.Professor Trelawney behaved almost normally until the very end of Christmas dinner, two hours later. upright to bursting with Christmas dinner and still wearing their cracker hats, Harry and Ron got up first from the table and she shrieked loudly.My dears Which of you left his seat first? Which?Dunno, said Ron, looking uneasily at Harry.I doubt it will make much difference, said Professor McGonagall coldly, unless a mad axe-man i s time lag outside the doors to kill the first into the accession Hall.Even Ron laughed. Professor Trelawney looked highly affronted. access? Harry said to Hermione.No, Hermione muttered. I want a quick word with Professor McGonagall.Probably trying to see if she can take any more classes, yawned Ron as they make their way into the Entrance Hall, which was completely devoid of mad axe-men.When they reached the enactment hole they found Sir Cadogan enjoying a Christmas part with a couple of monks, several(prenominal) previous headmasters of Hogwarts and his fat pony. He pushed up his visor toast them with a flagon of mead. marvelous hic Christmas Password? down(p) cur, said Ron.And the same to you, sir roared Sir Cadogan, as the flick swung forward to engage them.Harry went straight off up to the dormitory, smooth his Firebolt and the Broomstick armed service Kit Hermione had given over him for his birthday, brought them downstairs and attempt to find something to do w ith the Firebolt however, there where no bent twigs to clip, and the call was so shiny already it seemed diminished to polish it. He and Ron simply sat admiring it from every angle, until the portrait hole opened, and Hermione came in, accompany by Professor McGonagall.Though Professor McGonagall was Head of Gryffindor House, Harry had only seen her in the common room once before, and that had been to make a very grave announcement. He and Ron stared at her, both holding the Firebolt. Hermione walked around them, sat down, picked up the nearest book and hid her face posterior it.So thats it, is it? said Professor McGonagall beadily, walking over to the abode and staring at the Firebolt. Miss husbandman has just informed me that you have been sent a broomstick, Potter.Harry and Ron looked around at Hermione. They could see her hilltop reddening over the top of her book, which was upside-down.May I? said Professor McGonagall, but she didnt wait for an answer before pulling the Firebolt out of their hands. She examined it carefully from handle to twig-ends. Hmm. And there was no note at all, Potter? No card? No message of any kind?No, said Harry blankly.I see said Professor McGonagall. Well, Im afraid I will have to take this, Potter.W what? said Harry, scrambling to his feet. Why?It will need to be checked for jinxes, said Professor McGonagall. Of course, Im no expert, but I daresay Madam hooch and Professor Flitwick will strip it down Strip it down? repeated Ron, as though Professor McGonagall was mad.It shouldnt take more than a few weeks, said Professor McGonagall. You will have it back if we are sure it is jinx-free.Theres nothing wrong with it said Harry, his voice shaking slightly. Honestly, Professor You cant know that, Potter, said Professor McGonagall, quite kindly, not until youve flown it, at any rate, and Im afraid that is out of the question until we are certain that it has not been tampered with. I shall keep you informed.Professor McGona gall turned on her heel and carried the Firebolt out of the portrait hole, which closed behind her. Harry stood staring after her, the tin of High-Finish Polish still clutched in his hands. Ron, however, go on Hermione.What did you go running to McGonagall for?Hermione threw her book aside. She was still criticize in the face, but stood up and faced Ron defiantly.Because I thought and Professor McGonagall agrees with me that that broom was probably sent to Harry by Sirius Black