The story of Fred and George's flight to freedom was retold so often over the next few days that Harry could tell it would soon become the stuff of Hogwart's legend: within a week, even those who had been eye-witnesses were half-convinced they had seen the twins dive-bomb Umbridge on their brooms and pelt her with Dungbombs before zooming out of the doors. In the immediate aftermath of their departure there was a great wave of talk about copying them. Harry frequently heard students saying things like, ¡®Honestly, some days I just feel like jumping on my broom and leaving this place,¡¯ or else, ¡®One more lesson like that and I might just do a Weasley.¡¯.http://www.hopeonthestreet.co.uk.
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Meanwhile, it became clear just how many Skiving Snackboxes Fred and George had managed to sell before leaving Hogwarts. Umbridge only had to enter her classroom for the students assembled there to faint, vomit, develop dangerous fevers or else spout blood from both nostrils. Shrieking with rage and frustration, she attempted to trace the mysterious symptoms to their source, but the students told her stubbornly they were suffering from ¡®Umbridge¡ªitis'. After putting four successive classes in detention and failing to discover their secret, she was forced to give up and allow the bleeding, swooning, sweating and vomiting students to leave her classes in droves..Cartier love bracelet replica.
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¡®Who cares?¡¯ said Ron irritably, while his teacup stood up drunkenly again, trembling violently at the knees. ¡®Montague shouldn't have tried to take all those points from Gryffindor, should he? If you want to worry about anyone, Hermione, worry about me!¡¯.www.sebby.cc.
¡®You?¡¯ she said, catching her teacup as it scampered happily away across the desk on four sturdy little willow-patterned legs, and replacing it in front of her. ¡®Why should I be worried about you?¡¯
¡®When Mum's next letter finally gets through Umbridge's screening process,¡¯ said Ron bitterly, now holding his cup up while its frail legs tried feebly to support its weight, ¡®I'm going to be in deep trouble. I wouldn't be surprised if she's sent another Howler.¡¯
¡®It'll be my fault Fred and George left, you wait,¡¯ said Ron darkly. ¡®She'll say I should've stopped them leaving, I should've grabbed the ends of their brooms and hung on or something ... yeah, it'll be all my fault.¡¯
¡®Well, if she doe's say that it'll be very unfair, you couldn't have done anything! But I'm sure she won't, I mean, if it's really true they've got premises in Diagon Alley, they must have been planning this for ages.¡¯
¡®Yeah, but that's another thing, how did they get premises?¡¯ said Ron, hitting his teacup so hard with his wand that its legs collapsed again and it lay twitching before him. ¡®It's a bit dodgy, isn't it? They'll need loads of Galleons to afford the rent on a place in Diagon Alley. She'll want to know what they've been up to, to get their hands on that sort of gold.¡¯
¡®Well, yes, that occurred to me, too,¡¯ said Hermione, allowing her teacup to jog in neat little circles around Harry's, whose stubby little legs were still unable to touch the desktop, ¡®I've been wondering whether Mundungus has persuaded them to sell stolen goods or something awful.¡¯
¡®He hasn't,¡¯ said Harry curtly.
¡®How do you know?¡¯ said Ron and Hermione together.
¡®Because¡ª¡¯ Harry hesitated, but the moment to confess finally seemed to have come. There was no good to be gained in keeping silent if it meant anyone suspected that Fred and George were criminals. ¡®Because they got the gold from me. I gave them my Triwizard winnings last June.¡¯
There was a shocked silence, then Hermione's teacup jogged right over the edge of the desk and smashed on the floor.
¡®Oh, Harry, you didn't!¡¯ she said.
¡®Yes, I did,¡¯ said Harry mutinously. ¡®And I don't regret it, either. I didn't need the gold and they'll be great at running a joke shop.¡¯
¡®But this is excellent!¡¯ said Ron, looking thrilled. ¡®It's all your fault, Harry¡ªMum can't blame me at all! Can I tell her?¡¯
¡®Yeah, I suppose you'd better,¡¯ said Harry dully, ¡¯ ¡®specially if she thinks they're receiving stolen cauldrons or something.¡¯
Hermione said nothing at all for the rest of the lesson, but Harry had a shrewd suspicion that her self-restraint was bound to crack before long. Sure enough, once they had left the castle for break and were standing around in the weak May sunshine, she fixed Harry with a beady eye and opened her mouth with a determined air.
Harry interrupted her before she had even started.
¡®It's no good nagging me, it's done,¡¯ he said firmly. ¡®Fred and George have got the gold¡ª spent a good bit of it, too, by the sounds of it¡ªand I can't get it back from them and I don't want to. So save your breath, Hermione.¡¯
¡®I wasn't going to say anything about Fred and George!¡¯ she said in an injured voice.
Ron snorted disbelievingly and Hermione threw him a very dirty look.
¡®No, I wasn't!¡¯ she said angrily. ¡®As a matter of fact, I was going to ask Harry when he's going to go back to Snape and ask for more Occlumency lessons!¡¯
Harry's heart sank. Once they had exhausted the subject of Fred and George's dramatic departure, which admittedly had taken many hours, Ron and Hermione had wanted to hear news of Sirius. As Harry had not confided in them the reason he had wanted to talk to Sirius in the first place, it had been hard to think of what to tell them; he had ended up saying, truthfully, that Sirius wanted Harry to resume Occlumency lessons. He had been regretting this ever since; Hermione would not let the subject drop and kept reverting to it when Harry least expected it.
¡®You can't tell me you've stopped having funny dreams,¡¯ Hermione said now, ¡®because Ron told me you were muttering in your sleep again last night.¡¯
Harry threw Ron a furious look. Ron had the grace to look ashamed of himself.
¡®You were only muttering a bit,¡¯ he mumbled apologetically. ¡®Something about ¡°just a bit further".¡¯
¡®I dreamed I was watching you lot play Quidditch,¡¯ Harry lied brutally. ¡®I was trying to get you to stretch out a bit further to grab the Quaffle.¡¯
Ron's ears went red. Harry felt a kind of vindictive pleasure; he had not, of course, dreamed anything of the sort.
Last night, he had once again made the journey along the Department of Mysteries corridor. He had passed through the circular room, then the room full of clicking and dancing light, until he found himself again inside that cavernous room full of shelves on which were ranged dusty glass spheres.
He had hurried straight towards row number ninety-seven, turned left and run along it ... it had probably been then that he had spoken aloud ... just a bit further ... for he felt his conscious self struggling to wake ... and before he had reached the end of the row, he had found himself lying in bed again, gazing up at the canopy of his four-poster.
¡®You are trying to block your mind, aren't you?¡¯ said. Hermione, looking beadily at Harry. ¡®You are keeping going with your Occlumency?¡¯
¡®Of course I am,¡¯ said Harry, trying to sound as though this question was insulting, but not quite meeting her eye. The truth was he was so intensely curious about what was hidden in that room full of dusty orbs, that he was quite keen for the dreams to continue.
The problem was that with just under a month to go until the exams and every free moment devoted to revision, his mind seemed so saturated with information when he went to bed he found it very difficult to get to sleep at all; and when he did, his overwrought brain presented him most nights with stupid dreams about the exams. He also suspected that part of his mind¡ªthe part that often spoke in Hermione's voice¡ªnow felt guilty on the occasions it strayed down that corridor ending in the black door, and sought to wake him before he could reach the journey's end.
¡®You know,¡¯ said Ron, whose ears were still flaming red, ¡®if Montague doesn't recover before Slytherin play Hufflepuff, we might be in with a chance of winning the Cup.¡¯
¡®Yeah, I s'pose so,¡¯ said Harry, glad of a change of subject.
¡®I mean, we've won one, lost one¡ªif Slytherin lose to Hufflepuff next Saturday¡ª¡¯
¡®Yeah, that's right,¡¯ said Harry, losing track of what he was agreeing to. Cho Chang had just walked across the courtyard, determinedly not looking at him.
The final match of the Quidditch season, Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw, was to take place on the last weekend of May. Although Slytherin had been narrowly defeated by Hufflepuff in their last match, Gryffindor were not daring to hope for victory, due mainly (though of course nobody said it to him) to Ron's abysmal goal-keeping record. He, however, seemed to have found a new optimism.
¡®I mean, I can't get any worse, can I?¡¯ he told Harry and Hermione grimly over breakfast on the morning of the match. ¡®Nothing to lose now, is there?¡¯
¡®You know,¡¯ said Hermione, as she and Harry walked down to the pitch a little later in the midst of a very excitable crowd, ¡®I think Ron might do better without Fred and George around. They never exactly gave him a lot of confidence.¡¯
Luna Lovegood overtook them with what appeared to be a live eagle perched on top of her head.
¡®Oh, gosh, I forgot!¡¯ said Hermione, watching the eagle flapping its wings as Luna walked serenely past a group of cackling and pointing Slytherins. ¡®Cho will be playing, won't she?¡¯
Harry, who had not forgotten this, merely grunted.
They found seats in the topmost row of the stands. It was a fine, ckar day; Ron could not wish for better, and Harry found himself hoping against hope that Ron would not give the Slytherins cause for more rousing choruses of ¡®Weasley is our King'.
Lee Jordan, who had been very dispirited since Fred and George had left, was commentating as usual. As the teams zoomed out on to the pitch he named the players with something less than his usual gusto.
¡®... Bradley ... Davies ... Chang,¡¯ he said, and Harry felt his stomach perform, less of a back flip, more a feeble lurch as Cho walked out on to the pitch, her shiny black hair rippling in the slight breeze.He was not sure what he wanted to happen any more, except that he could not stand any more rows. Even the sight of her chatting animatedly to Roger Davies as they prepared to mount their brooms caused him only a slight twinge of jealousy.
¡®And they're off!¡¯ said Lee. ¡®And Davies takes the Quaffle immediately, Ravenclaw Captain Davies with the Quaffle, he dodges Johnson, he dodges Bell, he dodges Spinnet as well ... he's going straight for goal! He's going to shoot¡ªand¡ªand¡ª¡¯ Lee swore very loudly. ¡®And he's scored.¡¯
Harry and Hermione groaned with the rest of the Gryffindors. Predictably, horribly the Slytherins on the other side of the stands began to sing:
¡®Weasley cannot save a thing
He cannot block a single ring ... ¡¯
¡®Harry,¡¯ said a hoarse voice in Harry's ear. ¡®Hermione ...¡¯
Harry looked round and saw Hagrid's enormous bearded face sticking between the seats. Apparently, he had squeezed his way all along the row behind, for the first- and second-years he had just passed had a ruffled, flattened look about them. For some reason, Hagrid was bent double as though anxious not to be seen, though he was still at least four feet taller than everybody else.
¡®Listen,¡¯ he whispered, ¡®can yeh come with me? Now? While ev'ryone's watchin¡¯ the match?¡¯
¡®Er ... can't it wait, Hagrid?¡¯ asked Harry. ¡®Till the match is over?¡¯
¡®No,¡¯ said Hagrid. ¡®No, Harry, it's gotta be now ... while ev'ryone's lookin¡¯ the other way ... please?¡¯
Hagrid's nose was gently dripping blood. His eyes were both blackened. Harry had not seen him this close-up since his return to the school; he looked utterly woebegone.
¡®Course,¡¯ said Harry at once, ¡®course we'll come.¡¯
He and Hermione edged back along their row of seats, causing much grumbling among the students who had to stand up for them. The people in Hagrid's row were not complaining, merely attempting to make themselves as small as possible.
¡®I ¡®ppreciate this, you two, I really do,¡¯ said Hagrid as they reached the stairs. He kept looking around nervously as they descended towards the lawn below. ¡®I jus¡¯ hope she doesn¡¯ notice us goin'.¡¯
¡®You mean Umbridge?¡¯ said Harry. ¡®She won't, she's got her whole Inquisitorial Squad sitting with her, didn't you see? She must be expecting trouble at the match.¡¯
¡®Yeah, well, a bit o¡¯ trouble wouldn¡¯ hurt,¡¯ said Hagrid, pausing to peer around the edge of the stands to make sure the stretch of lawn between there and his cabin was deserted. ¡®Give us more time.¡¯
¡®What is it, Hagrid?¡¯ said Hermione, looking up at him with a concerned expression on her face as they hurried across the grass towards the edge of the Forest.
¡®Yeh¡ªyeh'll see in a mo',¡¯ said Hagrid, looking over his shoulder as a great roar rose from the stands behind them. ¡®Hey¡ªdid someone jus¡¯ score?¡¯
¡®It'll be Ravenclaw,¡¯ said Harry heavily.
¡®Good ... good ...¡¯ said Hagrid distractedly. ¡®Tha's good ...¡¯
They had to jog to keep up with him as he strode across the lawn, looking around with every other step. When they reached his cabin, Hermione turned automatically left towards the front door. Hagrid, however, walked straight past it into the shade of the trees on the outermost edge of the Forest, where he picked up a crossbow that was leaning against a tree. When he realised they were no longer with him, he turned.
¡®We're goin¡¯ in here,¡¯ he said, jerking his shaggy head behind him.
¡®Into the Forest?¡¯ said Hermione, perplexed.
¡®Yeah,¡¯ said Hagrid. ¡®C'mon now, quick, before we're spotted!¡¯
Harry and Hermione looked at each other, then ducked into the cover of the trees behind Hagrid, who was already striding away from them into the green gloom, his crossbow over his arm. Harry and Hermione ran to catch up with him.
¡®Hagrid, why are you armed?¡¯ said Harry.
¡®Jus¡¯ a precaution,¡¯ said Hagrid, shrugging his massive shoulders.
¡®You didn't bring your crossbow the day you showed us the Thestrals,¡¯ said Hermione timidly.
¡®Nah, well, we weren¡¯ goin¡¯ in so far then,¡¯ said Hagrid. ¡®An¡¯ anyway, tha¡¯ was before Firenze left the Forest, wasn¡¯ it?¡¯
¡®Why does Firenze leaving make a difference?¡¯ asked Hermione curiously.
¡¯ ¡®Cause the other centaurs are good an¡¯ riled at me, tha's why,¡¯ said Hagrid quietly, glancing around. ¡®They used ter be¡ªwell, yeh couldn¡¯ call ¡®em friendly¡ªbut we got on all righ'. Kept ¡®emselves to ¡®emselves, bu¡¯ always turned up if I wanted a word. Not any more.¡¯
He sighed deeply.
¡®Firenze said they're angry because he went to work for Dumbledore,¡¯ Harry said, tripping on a protruding root because he was busy watching Hagrid's profile.
¡®Yeah,¡¯ said Hagrid heavily. ¡®Well, angry doesn¡¯ cover it. Ruddy livid. If I hadn¡¯ stepped in, I reckon they'd've kicked Firenze ter death¡ª¡¯
¡®They attacked him?¡¯ said Hermione, sounding shocked.
¡®Yep,¡¯ said Hagrid gruffly, forcing his way through several low-hanging branches. ¡®He had half the herd on to him.¡¯
¡®And you stopped it?¡¯ said Harry, amazed and impressed. ¡®By yourself?¡¯
¡®Course I did, couldn't stand by an¡¯ watch ¡®em kill ¡®im, could I?¡¯ said Hagrid. ¡®Lucky I was passin', really ... an¡¯ I'd've thought Firenze mighta remembered tha¡¯ before he started sendin¡¯ me stupid warnin's!¡¯ he added hotly and unexpectedly.
Harry and Hermione looked at each other, startled, but Hagrid, scowling, did not elaborate.
¡®Anyway,¡¯ he said, breathing a little more heavily than usud, ¡®since then the other centaurs've bin livid with me, an¡¯ the trouble is they've got a lot of influence in the Forest ... cleverest creatures in here.¡¯
¡®Is that why we're here, Hagrid?¡¯ asked Hermione. ¡®The centaurs?¡¯
¡®Ah, no,¡¯ said Hagrid, shaking his head dismissively, ¡®no, it's not them. Well, o¡¯ course, they could complicate the problem, yeah ... but yeh'll see what I mean in a bit.¡¯
On this incomprehensible note he fell silent and forged a little ahead, taking one stride for every three of theirs, so that they had great trouble keeping up with him.
The path was becoming increasingly overgrown and the trees grew so closely together as they walked further and further into the Forest that it was as dark as dusk. They were soon a long way past the clearing where Hagrid had shown them the Thestrals, but Harry felt no sense of unease until Hagrid stepped unexpectedly off the path and began wending his way in and out of trees towards the dark heart of the Forest.
¡®Hagrid!¡¯ said Harry, fighting his way through thickly knotted brambles, over which Hagrid had stepped with ease, and remembering very vividly what had happened to him on the other occasion he had stepped off the Forest path. ¡®Where are we going?¡¯
¡®Bit further,¡¯ said Hagrid over his shoulder. ¡®C'mon, Harry ... we need ter keep together now.¡¯
It was a great struggle to keep up with Hagrid, what with branches and thickets of thorn through which Hagrid marched as easily as if they were cobwebs, but which snagged Harry and Hermione's robes, frequently entangling them so severely that they had to stop for minutes at a time to free themselves. Harry's arms and legs were soon covered in small cuts and scratches. They were so deep in the Forest now that sometimes all Harry could see of Hagrid in the gloom was a massive dark shape ahead of him. Any sound seemed threatening in the muffled silence. The breaking of a twig echoed loudly and the tiniest rustle of movement, even though it might have been made by an innocent sparrow, caused Harry to peer through the gloom for a culprit. It occurred to him that he had never managed to get this far into the Forest without meeting some kind of creature; their absence struck him as rather ominous.
¡®Hagrid, would it be all right if we lit our wands?¡¯ said Hermione quietly.
¡®Er ... all righ',¡¯ Hagrid whispered back. ¡®In fact¡ª¡¯
He stopped suddenly and turned around; Hermione walked right into him and was knocked over backwards. Harry caught her just before she hit the Forest floor.
¡®Maybe we bes¡¯ jus¡¯ stop fer a momen', so I can ... fill yeh in,¡¯ said Hagrid. ¡®Before we ge¡¯ there, like.¡¯
¡®Good!¡¯ said Hermione, as Harry set her back on her feet. They both murmured ¡®Lumos!¡¯ and their wand-tips ignited. Hagrid's face swam through the gloom by the light of the two wavering beams and Harry saw again that he looked nervous and sad.
¡®Righ',¡¯ said Hagrid. ¡®Well ... see ... the thing is ...¡¯
He took a great breath.
¡®Well, there's a good chance I'm goin¡¯ ter be gettin¡¯ the sack any day now,¡¯ he said.
Harry and Hermione looked at each other, then back at him.
¡®But you've lasted this long¡ª¡¯ Hermione said tentatively. ¡®What makes you think¡ª¡¯
¡®Umbridge reckons it was me that put tha¡¯ Niffler in her office.¡¯
¡®And was it?¡¯ said Harry, before he could stop himself.
¡®No, it ruddy well wasn'!¡¯ said Hagrid indignantly. ¡®On'y any-thin¡¯ ter do with magical creatures an¡¯ she thinks it's got somethin¡¯ ter do with me. Yeh know she's bin lookin¡¯ fer a chance ter get rid of me ever since I got back. I don¡¯ wan¡¯ ter go, o¡¯ course, but if it wasn¡¯ fer ... well ... the special circumstances I'm abou¡¯ ter explain to yeh, I'd leave righ¡¯ now, before she's go¡¯ the chance ter do it in front o¡¯ the whole school, like she did with Trelawney.¡¯
Harry and Hermione both made noises of protest, but Hagrid overrode them with a wave of one of his enormous hands.
¡®It's not the end o¡¯ the world, I'll be able ter help Dumbledore once I'm outta here, I can be useful ter the Order. An you lot'll have Grubbly-Plank, yeh'll¡ªyeh'll get through yer exams fine ...¡¯
His voice trembled and broke.
¡®Don¡¯ worry abou¡¯ me,¡¯ he said hastily, as Hermione made to pat his arm. He pulled his enormous spotted handkerchief from the pocket of his waistcoat and mopped his eyes with it. ¡®Look, I wouldn¡¯ be tellin¡¯ yer this at all if I didn¡¯ have ter. See, if I go ... well, I can¡¯ leave withou¡¯ ... withou¡¯ tellin¡¯ someone ... because I'll¡ªI'll need yeh two ter help me. An¡¯ Ron, if he's willin'.¡¯
¡®Of course we'll help you,¡¯ said Harry at once. ¡®What do you want us to do?¡¯
Hagrid gave a great sniff and patted Harry wordlessly on the shoulder with such force Harry was knocked sideways into a tree.
¡®I knew yeh'd say yes,¡¯ said Hagrid into his handkerchief, ¡®but I won¡¯ ... never ... forget ... well ... c'mon ... jus¡¯ a little bit further through here ... watch yerselves, now, there's nettles ...¡¯
They walked on in silence for another fifteen minutes; Harry had opened his mouth to ask how much further they had to go when Hagrid threw out his right arm to signal that they should stop.
¡®Really easy,¡¯ he said softly. ¡®Very quiet, now ...¡¯
They crept forwards and Harry saw that they were facing a large, smooth mound of earth nearly as tall as Hagrid that he thought, with a jolt of dread, was sure to be the lair of some enormous animal. Trees had been ripped up at the roots all around the mound, so that it stood on a bare patch of ground surrounded by heaps of trunks and boughs that formed a kind of fence or barricade, behind which Harry, Hermione and Hagrid now stood.
¡®Sleepin',¡¯ breathed Hagrid.
Sure enough, Harry could hear a distant, rhythmic rumbling that sounded like a pair of enormous lungs at work. He glanced sideways at Hermione, who was gazing at the mound with her mouth slightly open. She looked utterly terrified.
¡®Hagrid,¡¯ she said in a whisper barely audible over the sound of the sleeping creature, ¡®who is he?¡¯
Harry found this an odd question ... ¡®What is it?¡¯ was the one he; had been planning on asking.
¡®Hagrid, you told us¡ª¡¯ said Hermione, her wand now shaking in her hand, ¡®you told us none of them wanted to come!¡¯
Harry looked from her to Hagrid and then, as realisation hit him, he looked back at the mound with a small gasp of horror.
The great mound of earth, on which he, Hermione and Hagrid could easily have stood, was moving slowly up and down in time with the deep, grunting breathing. It was not a mound at all. ¡®It was the curved back of what was clearly¡ª¡¯
¡®Well¡ªno¡ªhe didn¡¯ want ter come,¡¯ said Hagrid, sounding desperate. ¡®But I had ter bring him, Hermione, I had ter!¡¯
¡®But why?¡¯ asked Hermione, who sounded as though she wanted to cry. ¡®Why¡ªwhat¡ªoh, Hagrid!¡¯
¡®I knew if I jus¡¯ got him back,¡¯ said Hagrid, sounding close to tears himself, ¡®an'¡ªan¡¯ taught him a few manners¡ªI'd be able ter take him outside an¡¯ show ev'ryone he's harmless!¡¯
¡®Harmless!¡¯ said Hermione shrilly, and Hagrid made frantic hushing noises with his hands as the enormous creature before them grunted loudly and shifted in its sleep. ¡®He's been hurting you all this time, hasn't he? That's why you've had all these injuries!¡¯
¡®He don¡¯ know his own strength!¡¯ said Hagrid earnestly. ¡®An¡¯ he's gettin¡¯ better, he's not fightin¡¯ so much any more¡ª¡¯
¡®So, this is why it took you two months to get home!¡¯ said Hermione distractedly. ¡®Oh, Hagrid, why did you bring him back if he didn't want to come? Wouldn't he have been happier with his own people?¡¯
¡®They were all bullyin¡¯ him, Hermione, ¡®cause he's so small!¡¯ said Hagrid.
¡®Small?¡¯ said Hermione. ¡®Small?¡¯
¡®Hermione, I couldn¡¯ leave him,¡¯ said Hagrid, tears now trickling down his bruised face into his beard. ¡®See¡ªhe's my brother!¡¯
Hermione simply stared at him, her mouth open.
¡®Hagrid, when you say ¡°brother",¡¯ said Harry slowly, ¡®do you mean¡ª?¡¯
¡®Well¡ª half-brother,¡¯ amended Hagrid. ¡®Turns out me mother took up with another giant when she left me dad, an¡¯ she went an¡¯ had Grawp here¡ª¡¯
¡®Grawp?¡¯ said Harry.
¡®Yeah ... well, tha's what it sounds like when he says his name,¡¯ said Hagrid anxiously. ¡®He don¡¯ speak a lot of English ... I've bin tryin¡¯ ter teach him ... anyway, she don¡¯ seem ter have liked him much more'n she liked me. See, with giantesses, what counts is producin¡¯ good big kids, and he's always been a bit on the runty side fer a giant¡ªon'y sixteen foot¡ª¡¯
¡®Oh, yes, tiny!¡¯ said Hermione, with a kind of hysterical sarcasm. ¡®Absolutely minuscule!¡¯
¡®He was bein¡¯ kicked aroun¡¯ by all o¡¯ them¡ªI jus¡¯ couldn¡¯ leave him¡ª¡¯
¡®Did Madame Maxime want to bring him back?¡¯ asked Harry.
¡®She¡ªwell, she could see it was right importan¡¯ ter me,¡¯ said Hagrid, twisting his enormous hands. ¡®Bu'¡ªbu¡¯ she got a bit tired o¡¯ him after a while, I must admit ... so we split up on the journey home ... she promised not ter tell anyone, though ...¡¯
¡®How on earth did you get him back without anyone noticing?¡¯ said Harry.
¡®Well, tha's why it took so long, see,¡¯ said Hagrid. ¡®Could on'y travel by nigh¡¯ an¡¯ through wild country an¡¯ stuff. Course, he covers the ground pretty well when he wants ter, but he kep¡¯ wantin¡¯ ter go back.¡¯
¡®Oh, Hagrid, why on earth didn't you let him!¡¯ said Hermione, flopping down on to a ripped up tree and burying her face in her hands. ¡®What do you think you're going to do with a violent giant who doesn't even want to be here!¡¯
¡®Well, now¡ª ¡°violent"¡ªtha's a bit harsh,¡¯ said Hagrid, still twisting his hands agitatedly. ¡®I'll admit he mighta taken a couple o¡¯ swings at me when he's bin in a bad mood, but he's gettin¡¯ better, loads better, settlin¡¯ down well.¡¯
¡®What are those ropes for, then?¡¯ Harry asked.
He had just noticed ropes thick as saplings stretching from around the trunks of the largest nearby trees towards the place where Grawp lay curled on the ground with his back to them.
¡®You have to keep him tied up?¡¯ said Hermione faintly.
¡®Well ... yeah ...¡¯ said Hagrid, looking anxious. ¡®See¡ªit's like I say¡ªhe doesn¡¯ really know ¡®is own strength.¡¯
Harry understood now why there had been such a suspicious lack of any other living creature in this part of the Forest.
¡®So, what is it you want Harry and Ron and me to do?¡¯ Hermione asked apprehensively.
¡®Look after him,¡¯ said Hagrid croakily. ¡®After I'm gone.¡¯
Harry and Hermione exchanged miserable looks, Harry uncomfortably aware that he had already promised Hagrid that he would do whatever he asked.
¡®What¡ªwhat does that involve, exactly?¡¯ Hermione enquired.
¡®Not food or anythin'!¡¯ said Hagrid eagerly. ¡®He can get his own food, no problem. Birds an¡¯ deer an¡¯ stuff ... no, it's company he needs. I xxjus¡¯ knew someone was carryin on trying ter help him a bit ... teachin¡¯ him, yeh know.¡¯
Harry said nothing, but turned to look back at the gigantic form lying asleep on the ground in front of them. Unlike Hagrid, who simply looked like an oversized human, Grawp looked strangely misshapen. What Harry had taken to be a vast mossy boulder to the left of the great earthen mound he now recognised as Grawp's head. It was much larger in proportion to the body than a human head, and was almost perfectly round and covered with tightly curling, close-growing hair the colour of bracken. The rim of a single large, fleshy ear was visible on top of the head, which seemed to sit, rather like Uncle Vernon's, directly upon the shoulders with little or no neck in between. The back, under what looked like a dirty brownish smock comprised of animal skins sewn roughly together, was very broad; and as Grawp slept, it seemed to strain a little at the rough seams of the skins. The legs were curled up under the body. Harry could see the soles of enormous, filthy, bare feet, large as sledges, resting one on top of the other on the earthy Forest floor.
¡®You want us to teach him,¡¯ Harry said in a hollow voice. He now understood what Firenze's warning had meant. His attempt is not working. He would do better to abandon it.Of course, the other creatures who lived in the Forest would have heard Hagrid's fruitless attempts to teach Grawp English.
¡®Yeah¡ªeven if yeh jus¡¯ talk ter him a bit,¡¯ said Hagrid hopefully. ¡¯ ¡®Cause I reckon, if he can talk ter people, he'll understand more that we all like ¡®im really, an¡¯ want ¡®im ter stay.¡¯
Harry looked at Hermione, who peered back at him from between the fingers over her face.
¡®Kind of makes you wish we had Norbert back, doesn't it?¡¯ he said, and she gave a very shaky laugh.
¡®Yeh'll do it, then?¡¯ said Hagrid, who did not seem to have caugit what Harry had just said.
¡®We'll ...¡¯ said Harry, already bound by his promise. ¡®We'll try, Hagrid.¡¯
¡®I knew I could count on yeh, Harry,¡¯ Hagrid said, beaming in a very watery way and dabbing at his face with his handkerchief again. ¡®An¡¯ I don¡¯ wan¡¯ yeh ter put yerself out too much, like ... I know yeh've got exams ... if yeh could jus¡¯ nip down here in yer Invisibility Cloak maybe once a week an¡¯ have a little chat with ¡®im. I'll wake ¡®im up, then¡ªintroduce yeh¡ª¡¯
¡®Wha¡ªno!¡¯ said Hermione, jumping up. ¡®Hagrid, no, don't wake him, really, we don't need¡ª¡¯
But Hagrid had already stepped over the great tree trunk in front of them and was proceeding towards Grawp. When he was about ten feet away, he lifted a long, broken bough from the ground, smiled reassuringly over his shoulder at Harry and Hermione, then poked Grawp hard in the middle of the back with the end of the bough.
The giant gave a roar that echoed around the silent Forest; birds in the treetops overhead rose twittering from their perches and soared away. In front of Harry and Hermione, meanwhile, the gigantic Grawp was rising from the ground, which shuddered as he placed an enormous hand upon it to push himself on to his knees. He turned his head to see who and what had disturbed him.
¡®All righ', Grawpy?¡¯ said Hagrid, in a would-be cheery voice, backing away with the long bough raised, ready to poke Grawp again. ¡®Had a nice sleep, eh?¡¯
Harry and Hermione retreated as far as they could while still keeping the giant within their sights. Grawp knelt between two trees he had not yet uprooted. They looked up into his startlingly huge face that resembled a grey full moon swimming in the gloom of the clearing. It was as though the features had been hewn on to a great stone ball. The nose was stubby and shapeless, the mouth lopsided and full of misshapen yellow teeth the size of half-bricks; the eyes, small by giant standards, were a muddy greenish-brown and just now were half-gummed together with sleep. Grawp raised dirty knuckles, each as big as a cricket ball, to his eyes, rubbed vigorously, then, without warning, pushed himself to his feet with surprising speed and agility.
¡®Oh my!¡¯ Harry heard Hermione squeal, terrified, beside him.
The trees to which the other ends of the ropes around Grawp's wrists and ankles were attached creaked ominously. He was, as Hagrid had said, at least sixteen feet tall. Gazing blearily around, Grawp reached out a hand the size of a beach umbrella, seized a bird's nest from the upper branches of a towering pine and turned it upside-down with a roar of apparent displeasure that there was no bird in it; eggs fell like grenades towards the ground and Hagrid threw his arms over his head to protect himself.
¡®Anyway, Grawpy,¡¯ shouted Hagrid, looking up apprehensively in case of further falling eggs, ¡®I've brought some friends ter meet yeh. Remember, I told yeh I might? Remember, when I said I might have ter go on a little trip an¡¯ leave them ter look after yeh fer a bit? Remember that, Grawpy?¡¯
But Grawp merely gave another low roar; it was hard to say whether he was listening to Hagrid or whether he even recognised the sounds Hagrid was making as speech. He had now seized the top of the pine tree and was pulling it towards him, evidently for the simple pleasure of seeing how far it would spring back when he let go.
¡®Now, Grawpy, don¡¯ do that!¡¯ shouted Hagrid. ¡®Tha's how you ended up pullin¡¯ up the others¡ª ¡¯
And sure enough, Harry could see the earth around the tree's roots beginning to crack.
¡®I got company for yeh!¡¯ Hagrid shouted. ¡®Company, see! Look down, yeh big buffoon, I brought yeh some friends!¡¯
¡®Oh, Hagrid, don't,¡¯ moaned Hermione, but Hagrid had already raised the bough again and gave Grawp's knee a sharp poke.
The giant let go of the top of the tree, which swayed alarmingly and deluged Hagrid with a rain of pine needles, and looked down.
¡®This,¡¯ said Hagrid, hastening over to where Harry and Herrmone stood, ¡®is Harry, Grawp! Harry Potter! He migh¡¯ be comin¡¯ ter visit yeh if I have ter go away, understand?¡¯
The giant had only just realised that Harry and Hermione were there. They watched, in great trepidation, as he lowered his huge boulder of a head so that he could peer blearily at them.
¡®An¡¯ this is Hermione, see? Her¡ª¡¯ Hagrid hesitated. Turning to Hermione, he said, ¡®Would yeh mind if he called yeh Hermy, Hermione? On'y it's a difficult name fer him ter remember.¡¯
¡®No, not at all,¡¯ squeaked Hermione.
¡®This is Hermy, Grawp! An¡¯ she's gonna be comin¡¯ an¡¯ all! Is'n¡¯ tha¡¯ nice? Eh? Two friends fer yeh ter¡ªGRAWPY, NO!¡¯
Grawp's hand had shot out of nowhere towards Hermione; Harry seized her and pulled her backwards behind the tree, so that Grawp's fist scraped the trunk but closed on thin air.
¡®BAD BOY, GRAWPY!¡¯ they heard Hagrid yelling, as Hermione clung to Harry behind the tree, shaking and whimpering. ¡®VERY BAD BOY! YEH DON¡¯ GRAB¡ªOUCH!¡¯
Harry poked his head out from around the trunk and saw Hagrid lying on his back, his hand over his nose. Grawp, apparently losing interest, had straightened up and was again engaged in pulling back the pine as far as it would go.
¡®Righ',¡¯ said Hagrid thickly, getting up with one hand pinching his bleeding nose and the other grasping his crossbow, ¡®well ... there yeh are ... yeh've met him an¡¯ ¡ªan¡¯ now he'll know yeh when yeh come back. Yeah ... well ...¡¯
He looked up at Grawp, who was now pulling back the pine with an expression of detached pleasure on his boulderish face; the roots were creaking as he ripped them away from the ground.
¡®Well, I reckon tha's enough fer one day,¡¯ said Hagrid. ¡®We'll¡ª'er¡ªwe'll go back now, shall we?¡¯
Harry and Hermione nodded. Hagrid shouldered his crossbow again and, still pinching his nose, led the way back into the trees.
Nobody spoke for a while, not even when they heard the distant crash that meant Grawp had pulled over the pine tree at last. Hermione's face was pale and set. Harry could not think of a single thing to say. What on earth was going to happen when somebody found out that Hagrid had hidden Grawp in the Forbidden Forest? And he had promised that he, Ron and Hermione would continue Hagrid's totally pointless attempts to civilise the giant. How could Hagrid, even with his immense capacity to delude himself that fanged monsters were loveably harmless, fool himself that Grawp would ever be fit to mix with humans?
¡®Hold it,¡¯ said Hagrid abruptly, just as Harry and Hermione were struggling through a patch of thick knotgrass behind him. He pulled an arrow out of the quiver over his shoulder and fitted it into the crossbow. Harry and Hermione raised their wands; now that they had stopped walking, they, too, could hear movement close by.
¡®Oh, blimey,¡¯ said Hagrid quietly.
¡®I thought we told you, Hagrid,¡¯ said a deep male voice, ¡®That you are no longer welcome here?¡¯
A man's naked torso seemed for an instant to be floating towards them through the dappled green half-light; then they saw that his waist joined smoothly into a horse's chestnut body. This centaur had a proud, high-cheekboned face and long black hair. Like Hagrid, he was armed; a quiverful of arrows and a longbow were slung over his shoulders.
¡®How are yeh, Magorian?¡¯ said Hagrid warily.
The trees behind the centaur rustled and four or five more centaurs emerged behind him. Harry recognised the black-bodied and bearded Bane, whom he had met nearly four years ago on the same night he had met Firenze. Bane gave no sign that he had ever seen Harry before.
¡®So,¡¯ he said, with a nasty inflection in his voice, before turning immediately to Magorian. ¡®We agreed, I think, what we would do if this human ever showed his face in the Forest again?¡¯
¡®"This human¡± now, am I?¡¯ said Hagrid testily. ¡®Jus¡¯ fer stoppin¡¯ all of yeh committin¡¯ murder?¡¯
¡®You ought not to have meddled, Hagrid,¡¯ said Magorian. ¡®Our ways are not yours, nor are our laws. Firenze has betrayed and dishonoured us.¡¯
¡®I dunno how yeh work that out,¡¯ said Hagrid impatiently. ¡®He's done nothin¡¯ except help Albus Dumbledore¡ª¡¯
¡®Firenze has entered into servitude to humans,¡¯ said a grey centaur with a hard, deeply lined face.
¡®Servitude!¡¯ said Hagrid scathingly. ¡®He's doin¡¯ Dumbledore a favour is all¡ª¡¯
¡®He is peddling our knowledge and secrets among humans,¡¯ said Magorian quietly. ¡®There can be no return from such disgrace.¡¯
¡®If yeh say so,¡¯ said Hagrid, shrugging, ¡®but personally I think yeh're makin¡¯ a big mistake¡ª¡¯
¡®As are you, human,¡¯ said Bane, ¡®coming back into our Forest when we warned you¡ª¡¯
¡®Now, yeh listen ter me,¡¯ said Hagrid angrily. ¡®I'll have less of the ¡°our¡± Forest, if it's all the same ter yeh. It's not up ter yeh who comes an¡¯ goes in here¡ª¡¯
¡®No more is it up to you, Hagrid,¡¯ said Magorian smoothly. ¡®I shall let you pass today because you are accompanied by your young¡ª¡¯
¡®They're not his!¡¯ interrupted Bane contemptuously. ¡®Students, Magorian, from up at the school! They have probably already profited from the traitor Firenze's teachings.¡¯
¡®Nevertheless,¡¯ said Magorian calmly, ¡®the slaughter of foals is a terrible crime¡ªwe do not touch the innocent. Today, Hagrid, you pass. Henceforth, stay away from this place. You forfeited the friendship of the centaurs when you helped the traitor Firenze escape us.¡¯
¡®I won¡¯ be kept outta the Fores¡¯ by a bunch o¡¯ old mules like yeh!¡¯ said Hagrid loudly.
¡®Hagrid,¡¯ said Hermione in a high-pitched and terrified voice, as both Bane and the grey centaur pawed at the ground, ¡®let's go, please let's go!¡¯
Hagrid moved forwards, but his crossbow was still raised and his eyes were still fixed threateningly upon Magorian.
¡®We know what you are keeping in the Forest, Hagrid!¡¯ Magorian called after them, as the centaurs slipped out of sight. ¡®And our tolerance is waning!¡¯
Hagrid turned and gave every appearance of wanting to walk straight back to Magorian.
¡®Yeh'll tolerate ¡®im as long as he's here, it's as much his Forest as yours!¡¯ he yelled, as Harry and Hermione both pushed with all their might against Hagrid's moleskin waistcoat in an effort to keep him moving forwards. Still scowling, he looked down; his expression changed to mild surprise at the sight of them both pushing him; he seemed not to have felt it.
¡®Calm down, you two,¡¯ he said, turning to walk on while they parted along behind him. ¡®Ruddy old mules, though, eh?¡¯
¡®Hagrid,¡¯ said Hermione breathlessly, skirting the patch of nettles they had passed on their way there, ¡®if the centaurs don't want humans in the Forest, it doesn't really look as though Harry and I will be able¡ª¡¯
¡®Ah, you heard what they said,¡¯ said Hagrid dismissively, ¡®they wouldn't hurt foals¡ªI mean, kids. Anyway, we can¡¯ let ourselves be pushed aroun¡¯ by that lot.¡¯
¡®Nice try,¡¯ Harry murmured to Hermione, who looked crestfallen.
At last they rejoined the path and, after another ten minutes, the trees began to thin; they were able to see patches of clear blue sky again and, in the distance, the definite sounds of cheering and shouting.
¡®Was that another goal?¡¯ asked Hagrid, pausing in the shelter of the trees as the Quidditch stadium came into view. ¡®Or d'yeh reckon the match is over?¡¯
¡®I don't know,¡¯ said Hermione miserably. Harry saw that she looked much the worse for wear; her hair was full of twigs and leaves, her robes were ripped in several places and there were numerous scratches on her face and arms. He knew he must look little better.
¡®I reckon it's over, yeh know!¡¯ said Hagrid, still squinting towards the stadium. ¡®Look¡ª there's people comin¡¯ out already¡ªif yeh two hurry yeh'll be able ter blend in with the crowd an¡¯ no one'll know yeh weren't there!¡¯
¡®Good idea,¡¯ said Harry. ¡®Well ... see you later, then, Hagrid.¡¯
¡®I don't believe him,¡¯ said Hermione in a very unsteady voice, the moment they were out of earshot of Hagrid. ¡®I don't believe him. I really don't believe him.¡¯
¡®Calm down,¡¯ said Harry.
¡®Calm down!¡¯ she said feverishly. ¡®A giant! A giant in the Forest! And we're supposed to give him English lessons! Always assuming, of course, we can get past the herd of murderous centaurs on the way in and out! I¡ªdon't¡ªbelieve¡ª him!¡¯
¡®We haven't got to do anything yet!¡¯ Harry tried to reassure her in a quiet voice, as they joined a stream of jabbering Hufflepuffs heading back towards the castle. ¡®He's not asking us to do anything unless he gets chucked out and that might not even happen.¡¯
¡®Oh, come off it, Harry!¡¯ said Hermione angrily, stopping dead in her tracks so that the people behind had to swerve to avoid her. ¡®Of course he's going to be chucked out and, to be perfectly honest, after what we've just seen, who can blame Umbridge?¡¯
There was a pause in which Harry glared at her, and her eyes filled slowly with tears.
¡®You didn't mean that,¡¯ said Harry quietly.
¡®No ... well ... all right ... I didn't,¡¯ she said, wiping her eyes angrily. ¡®But why does he have to make life so difficult for himself¡ªfor us?¡¯
¡®Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our King,
He didn't let the Quaffle in,
Weasley is our King ...¡¯
¡®And I wish they'd stop singing that stupid song,¡¯ said Hermione miserably, ¡®haven't they gloated enough?¡¯
A great tide of students was moving up the sloping lawns from the pitch.
¡®Oh, let's get in before we have to meet the Slytherins,¡¯ said Hermione.
¡®Weasley can save anything,
He never leaves a single ring,
That's why Gryffindors all sing:
Weasley is our King. ¡¯
¡®Hermione ...¡¯ said Harry slowly.
The song was growing louder, but it was issuing not from a crowd of green-and-silver-clad Slytherins, but from a mass of red and gold moving slowly towards the castle, bearing a solitary figure upon its many shoulders.
¡®Weasley is our King,
Weasley is our King,
He didn't let the Quaffle in,
Weasley is our King ...¡¯
¡®No?¡¯ said Hermione in a hushed voice.
¡®YES!¡¯ said Harry loudly.
¡®HARRY! HERMIONE!¡¯ yelled Ron, waving the silver Quidditch cup in the air and looking quite beside himself. ¡®WE DID IT! WE WON!¡¯
They beamed up at him as he passed. There was a scrum at the door of the castle and Ron's head got rather badly bumped on the lintel, but nobody seemed to want to put him down. Still singing, the crowd squeezed itself into the Entrance Hall and out of sight. Harry and Hermione watched them go, beaming, until the last echoing strains of ¡®Weasley is our King¡¯ died away. Then they turned to each other, their smiles fading.
¡®We'll save our news till tomorrow, shall we?¡¯ said Harry.
¡®Yes, all right,¡¯ said Hermione wearily. ¡®I'm not in any hurry.¡¯
They climbed the steps together. At the front doors both instinctively looked back at the Forbidden Forest. Harry was not sure whether or not it was his imagination, but he rather thought he saw a small cloud of birds erupting into the air over the tree tops in the distance, almost as though the tree in which they had been nesting had just been pulled up by the roots.
The Order of the Phoenix
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