reflection. ��You're covered in blood!�� said Hermione. ��Come here ���� She raised her wand, said ��Tergeo!�� and siphoned off the dried blood. ��Thanks,�� said Harry, feeling his now clean face. ��How's my nose looking?�� ��Normal,�� said Hermoine anxiously. ��Why shouldn't it? Harry, what happened? We've been terrified!�� ��I'll tell you later,�� said Harry curtly. He was very conscious that Ginny, Neville, Dean, and Seamus were listening in; even Nearly Headless Nick, the Gryffindor ghost, had come floating along the bench to eavesdrop. ��But ���� said Hermione. ��Not now, Hermione,�� said Harry, in a darkly significant voice. He hoped very much that they would all assume he had been involved in something heroic, preferably involving a couple of Death Eaters and a dementor. Of course,discount louis vuitton handbags, Malfoy would spread the story as wide as he could, but there was always a chance it wouldn't reach too many Gryffindor ears. He reached across Ron for a couple of chicken legs and a handful of chips, but before he could take them they vanished, to be replaced with puddings. ��You missed the Sorting, anyway,�� said Hermione, as Ron dived for a large chocolate gateau. ��Hat say anything interesting?�� asked Harry, taking a piece of treacle tart. ��More of the same, really... advising us all to unite in the face enemies, you know.�� ��Dumbledore mentioned Voldemort at all?�� ��Not yet, but he always saves his proper speech for after the the feast doesn't he? It can't be long now.�� ��Snape said Hagrid was late for the feast ���� ��You've seen Snape? How come?�� said Ron between frenzied mouthfuls of gateau. ��Bumped into him,louis vuitton handbags,�� said Harry evasively. ��Hagrid was only a few minutes late,�� said Hermione. ��Look, he's waving at you, Harry.�� Harry looked up at the staff table and grinned at Hagrid, who was indeed waving at him. Hagrid had never quite managed to comport himself with the dignity of Professor McGonagall, Head of Gryffindor House, the top of whose head came up to somewhere between Hagrid's elbow and shoulder as they were sitting side by side, and who was looking disapprovingly at this enthusiastic greeting. Harry was surprised to see the Divination teacher, Professor Trelawney, sitting on Hagrid's other side; she rarely left her tower room, and he had never seen her at the start-of-term feast before. She looked as odd as ever, glittering with beads and trailing shawls, her eyes magnified to enormous size by her spectacles. Having always considered her a bit of a fraud, Harry had been shocked to discover at the end of the previous term that it had been she who had made the prediction that caused Lord Voldemort to kill Harry's parents and attack Harry himself. The knowledge made him even less eager to find himself in her company, thankfully, this year he would be dropping Divination. Her great beaconlike eyes swiveled in his direction; he hastily looked away toward the Slytherin table. Draco Malfoy was miming the shatterering of a nose to raucous laughter and applause. Harry dropped his gaze to his treacle tart, his insides burning again. What he would give to fight Malfoy one-on-one... ��So what did Professor Slughorn want?�� Hermione asked. ��To know what really happened at the Ministry.�� said Harry. ��Him and everyone else here,�� sniffed Hermione. ��People were interrogating us about it on the train, weren't they, Ron?�� ��Yeah,�� said Ron. ��All wanting to know if you really are ��the Chosen One�� ���� ��There has been much talk on that very subject even amongst the ghosts,�� interrupted Nearly Headless Nick, inclining his barely connected head toward Harry so that it wobbled dangerously on its ruff. ��I am considered something of a Potter authority; it is widely known that we are friendly. I have assured the spirit community that I will not pester you for information, however. ��Harry Potter knows that he can confide in me with complete confidence,�� I told them. ��I would rather die than betray his trust.'�� ��That's not saying much, seeing as you're already
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nature of the news he had just imparted, Dumbledore said nothing more about staff appointments, but waited a few seconds to ensure that the silence was absolute before continuing. ��Now, as everybody in this Hall knows, Lord Voldemort and his followers are once more at large and gaining in strength.�� The silence seemed to tauten and strain as Dumbledore spoke. Harry glanced at Malfoy. Malfoy was not looking at Dumbledore, but making his fork hover in midair with his wand, as though he found the Headmaster's words unworthy of his attention. ��I cannot emphasize strongly enough how dangerous the present situation is, and how much care each of us at Hogwarts must take to ensure that we remain safe. The castle's magical fortifications have been strengthened over the summer, we are protected in new and more powerful ways, but we must still guard scrupulously against carelessness on the part of any student or member of staff. I urge you, therefore, to abide by any security restrictions that you teachers might impose upon you, however irksome you might find them��in particular, the rule that you are not to be out of bed after hours. I implore you, should you notice anything strange or suspicious within or outside the castle, to report it to a member of staff immediately. I trust you to conduct yourselves, always, with the utmost regard for your own and others�� safety.�� Dumbledore's blue eyes swept over the students before he smiled once more. ��But now, your beds await, as warm and comfortable as you could possibly wish, and I know that your top priority is to be well-rested for your lessons tomorrow. Let us therefore say good night. Pip pip!�� With the usual deafening scraping noise, the benches moved back and the hundreds of students began to file out of the Great Hall toward their dormitories. Harry, who was in no hurry at all to leave with the gawping crowd, nor to get near enough to Malfoy to allow him to retell the story of the nose-stamping, lagged behind, pretending to retie the lace on his trainer, allowing most of Gryffindors to draw ahead of him. Hermione had darted ahead to fulfill her prefect's duty of shepherding the first years, but Ron remained with Harry. ��What really happened to your nose?�� he asked, once they were at the very back of the throng pressing out of the Hall, and out of earshot of anyone else. Harry told him. It was a mark of the strength of their friendship that Ron did not laugh. ��I saw Malfoy miming something to do with a nose,�� he said darkly. ��Yeah, well, never mind that,�� said Harry bitterly. ��Listen to what he was saying before he found out I was there... �� Harry had expected Ron to be stunned by Malfoy's boasts. With what Harry considered pure pigheadedness, however, Ron was unimpressed. ��Come on, Harry, he was just showing off for Parkinson... What kind of mission would You-Know-Who have given him?�� ��How d'you know Voldemort doesn't need someone at Hogwarts? It wouldn't be the first ���� ��I wish yeh'd stop sayin�� tha name, Harry,�� said a reproachful voice behind them. Harry looked over his shoulder to see Hagtid shaking his head. ��Dumbledore uses that name,louis vuitton handbags outlet,�� said Harry stubbornly. ��Yeah, well, tha's Dumbledore, innit?�� said Hagrid mysteriously. ��So how come yeh were late, Harry? I was worried.�� ��Got held up on the train,�� said Harry. ��Why were you late?�� ��I was with Grawp,�� said Hagrid happily. ��Los�� track o�� the time. He's got a new home up in the mountains now, Dumbledore fixed it��nice big cave. He's much happier than he was in the forest. We were havin�� a good chat.�� ��Really?�� said Harry,louis vuitton handbags, taking care not to catch Ron's eye; the last time he had met Hagrid's half-brother, a vicious giant with a talent for ripping up trees by the roots, his vocabulary had comprised five words, two of which he was unable to pronounce properly. ��Oh yeah, he's really come on,�� said Hagrid proudly. ��Yeh'll be amazed. I'm thinkin�� o�� trainin�� him up as me assistant.�� Ron snorted loudly, but managed
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in the D.A.? He kept on and on asking about what happened at the Ministry and in the end he annoyed me so much I hexed him—when Slughorn came in I thought I was going to got detention, but he just thought it was a really good hex and invited me to lunch! Mad, eh?” “Better reason for inviting someone than because their mother's famous,” said Harry, scowling at the back of Zabini's head, “or because their uncle... ” But he broke off. An idea had just occurred to him, a reckless but potentially wonderful idea... In a minute's time, Zabini was going to re-enter the Slytherin sixth-year compartment and Malfoy would be sitting there, thinking himself unheard by anybody except fellow Slytherins... If Harry could only enter,louis vuitton handbags outlet, unseen, behind him, what might he not see or hear? True, there was little of the journey left—Hogsmeade Station had to be less than half an hour away, judging by the wildness of the scenery flashing by the windows—but nobody else seemed prepared to take Harry's suspicions seriously, so it was down to him to prove them. “I'll see you two later,” said Harry under his breath, pulling out his Invisibility Cloak and flinging it over himself. “But what're you—?” asked Neville. “Later!” whispered Harry, darting after Zabini as quietly as possible, though the rattling of the train made such caution almost pointless. The corridors were almost completely empty now. Nearly everyone had returned to their carriages to change into their school robes and pack up their possessions. Though he was as close as he could get to Zabini without touching him, Harry was not quick enough to slip into the compartment when Zabini opened the door. Zabini was already sliding it shut when Harry hastily stuck out his foot to prevent it closing. “What's wrong with this thing?” said Zabini angrily as he smashed the sliding door repeatedly into Harry's foot. Harry seized the door and pushed it open, hard; Zabini, still clinging on to the handle, toppled over sideways into Gregory Goyle's lap, and in the ensuing ruckus, Harry darted into the compartment, leapt onto Zabini's temporarily empty seat, and hoisted himself up into the luggage rack. It was fortunate that Goyle and Zabini were snarling at each other, drawing all eyes onto them, for Harry was quite sure his feet and ankles had been revealed as the cloak had flapped around them; indeed, for one horrible moment he thought he saw Malfoy's eyes follow his trainer as it whipped upward out of sight. But then Goyle slammed the door shut and flung Zabini off him; Zabini collapsed into his own seat looking ruffled, Vincent Crabbe returned to his comic, and Malfoy, sniggering, lay back down across two seats with his head in Pansy Parkinson's lap. Harry lay curled uncomfortably under the cloak to ensure that every inch of him remained hidden, and watched Pansy stroke the sleek blond hair off Malfoy's forehead, smirking as she did so, as though anyone would have loved to have been in her place. The lanterns swinging from the carriage ceiling cast a bright light over the scene: Harry could read every word of Crabbe's comic directly below him. “So, Zabini,cheap louis vuitton handbags,” said Malfoy, “what did Slughorn want?” “Just trying to make up to well-connected people,” said Zabini, who was still glowering at Goyle. “Not that he managed to find many.” This information did not seem to please Malfoy. “Who else had he invited?” he demanded. “McLaggen from Gryffindor,” said Zabini. “Oh yeah, his uncle's big in the Ministry,” said Malfoy. “—someone else called Belby, from Ravenclaw—” “Not him, he's a prat!” said Pansy. “—and Longbottom, Potter, and that Weasley girl,” finished Zabini. Malfoy sat up very suddenly, knocking Pansy's hand aside. “He invited Longbottom?” “Well, I assume so, as Longbottom was there,” said Zabini indifferently. “What's Longbottom got to interest Slughorn?” Zabini shrugged. “Potter, precious Potter, obviously he wanted a look at the Chosen One,” sneered Malfoy, “but that Weasley girl! What's so special about her?” “A lot of boys like
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Winky trembled and shook her head frantically, her ears flapping, as Mr. Diggory raised his own wand again and placed it tip to tip with Harry's.
“Prior Incantato!” roared Mr. Diggory.
Harry heard Hermione gasp, horrified, as a gigantic serpent-tongued skull erupted from the point where the two wands met, but it was a mere shadow of the green skull high above them; it looked as though it were made of thick gray smoke: the ghost of a spell.
“Deletrius!” Mr. Diggory shouted, and the smoky skull vanished in a wisp of smoke.
“So,” said Mr. Diggory with a kind of savage triumph, looking down upon Winky, who was still shaking convulsively.
“I is not doing it!” she squealed, her eyes rolling in terror. “I is not, I is not, I is not knowing how! I is a good elf, I isn't using wands, I isn't knowing how!”
“You've been caught red-handed, elf!” Mr. Diggory roared. “Caught with the guilty wand in your hand!”
“Amos,” said Mr. Weasley loudly, “think about it…precious few wizards know how to do that spell.…Where would she have learned it?”
“Perhaps Amos is suggesting,” said Mr. Crouch, cold anger in every syllable, “that I routinely teach my servants to conjure the Dark Mark?”
There was a deeply unpleasant silence. Amos Diggory looked horrified. “Mr. Crouch…not…not at all.
“You have now come very close to accusing the two people in this clearing who are least likely to conjure that Mark!” barked Mr. Crouch. “Harry Potter - and myself. I suppose you are familiar with the boy's story, Amos?”
“Of course - everyone knows -” muttered Mr. Diggory, looking highly discomforted.
“And I trust you remember the many proofs I have given, over a long career, that I despise and detest the Dark Arts and those who practice them?” Mr. Crouch shouted, his eyes bulging again.
“Mr. Crouch, I - I never suggested you had anything to do with it!” Amos Diggory muttered again, now reddening behind his scrubby brown beard.
“If you accuse my elf, you accuse me, Diggory!” shouted Mr. Crouch. “Where else would she have learned to conjure it?”
“She - she might've picked it up anywhere -”
“Precisely, Amos,” said Mr. Weasley. “She might have picked it up anywhere.…Winky?” he said kindly, turning to the elf, but she flinched as though he too was shouting at her. “Where exactly did you find Harry's wand?”
Winky was twisting the hem of her tea towel so violently that it was fraying beneath her fingers.
“I - I is finding it…finding it there, sir…” she whispered, “there…in the trees, sir.
“You see,louis vuitton handbags outlet, Amos?” said Mr. Weasley. “Whoever conjured the Mark could have Disapparated right after they'd done it, leaving Harry's wand behind. A clever thing to do, not using their own wand, which could have betrayed them. And Winky here had the misfortune to come across the wand moments later and pick it up.”
“But then, she'd have been only a few feet away from the real culprit!” said Mr. Diggory impatiently. “Elf? Did you see anyone?”
Winky began to tremble worse than ever. Her giant eyes flickered from Mr. Diggory, to Ludo Bagman,louis vuitton handbags, and onto Mr. Crouch. Then she gulped and said, “I is seeing no one, sir…no one…”
“Amos,” said Mr. Crouch curtly, “I am fully aware that, in the ordinary course of events, you would want to take Winky into your department for questioning. I ask you, however, to allow me to deal with her.”
Mr. Diggory looked as though he didn't think much of this suggestion at all, but it was clear to Harry that Mr. Crouch was such an important member of the Ministry that he did not dare refuse him.
“You may rest assured that she will be punished,” Mr. Crouch added coldly.
“M-m-master…” Winky stammered, looking up at Mr. Crouch, her eyes brimming with tears. “M-m-master, p-p-please…”
Mr. Crouch stared back, his face somehow sharpened, each line upon it more deeply etched. There was no pity in his gaze.
“Winky has behaved tonight in a manner
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when she was cleaning Fred and George's room,” said Ron quietly. “Great long price lists for stuff they've invented. Joke stuff, you know. Fake wands and trick sweets, loads of stuff. It was brilliant, I never knew they'd been inventing all that…”
“We've been hearing explosions out of their room for ages, but we never thought they were actually making things,” said Ginny. “We thought they just liked the noise.”
“Only, most of the stuff - well, all of it, really - was a bit dangerous,” said Ron, “and, you know, they were planning to sell it at Hogwarts to make some money, and Mum went mad at them. Told them they weren't allowed to make any more of it, and burned all the order forms….She's furious at them anyway. They didn't get as many O.W.L.s as she expected.”
O.W.L.s were Ordinary Wizarding Levels, the examinations Hogwarts students took at the age of fifteen.
“And then there was this big row,” Ginny said, “because Mum wants them to go into the Ministry of Magic like Dad, and they told her all they want to do is open a joke shop.”
Just then a door on the second landing opened, and a face poked out wearing horn-rimmed glasses and a very annoyed expression.
“Hi, Percy,” said Harry.
“Oh hello, Harry,” said Percy. “I was wondering who was making all the noise. I'm trying to work in here, you know I've got a report to finish for the office - and it's rather difficult to concentrate when people keep thundering up and down the stairs.”
“We're not thundering, “said Ron irritably. “We're walking. Sorry if we've disturbed the top-secret workings of the Ministry of Magic.”
“What are you working on?” said Harry.
“A report for the Department of International Magical Cooperation,” said Percy smugly. “We're trying to standardize cauldron thickness. Some of these foreign imports are just a shade too thin - leakages have been increasing at a rate of almost three percent a year -”
“That'll change the world, that report will,” said Ron. “Front page of the Daily Prophet, I expect, cauldron leaks.”
Percy went slightly pink.
“You might sneer, Ron,” he said heatedly, “but unless some sort of international law is imposed we might well find the market flooded with flimsy, shallow-bottomed products that seriously endanger -”
“Yeah, yeah, all right,” said Ron,louis vuitton handbags outlet, and he started off upstairs again. Percy slammed his bedroom door shut. As Harry, Hermione, and Ginny followed Ron up three more flights of stairs,cheap louis vuitton handbags, shouts from the kitchen below echoed up to them. It sounded as though Mr. Weasley had told Mrs. Weasley about the toffees.
The room at the top of the house where Ron slept looked much as it had the last time that Harry had come to stay: the same posters of Ron's favorite Quidditch team, the Chudley Cannons, were whirling and waving on the walls and sloping ceiling, and the fish tank on the windowsill, which had previously held frog spawn, now contained one extremely large frog. Ron's old rat, Scabbers, was here no more, but instead there was the tiny gray owl that had delivered Ron's letter to Harry in Privet Drive. It was hopping up and down in a small cage and twittering madly.
“Shut up, Pig,” said Ron, edging his way between two of the four beds that had been squeezed into the room. “Fred and George are in here with us, because Bill and Charlie are in their room,” he told Harry. “Percy gets to keep his room all to himself because he's got to work.”
“Er - why are you calling that owl Pig?” Harry asked Ron.
“Because he's being stupid,” said Ginny, “Its proper name is Pigwidgeon.”
“Yeah, and that's not a stupid name at all,” said Ron sarcastically. “Ginny named him,” he explained to Harry. “She reckons it's sweet. And I tried to change it, but it was too late, he won't answer to anything else. So now he's Pig. I've got to keep him up here because he annoys Errol and Hermes. He annoys me too, come to that.
Pigwidgeon zoomed happily around his cage, hooting shrilly. Harry knew Ron too well to take him
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[They fire a volley at the mountain where the archers are stationed. As the cannon bomb explodes, Shan-Yu's army hides]
Shang: Fire!
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Shang: Hold the last cannon. [Yao poised apt light his cannon, pauses. Shan-Yu and his troops arise by the height of the mountain] Prepareto fight. If we dead we die with honor.
[Shan-Yu raises his knife tall above his brain and charges down the mountain at Shang's position. His falcon flies off his elbow onShan-Yu's battle call The Hun militia follows]
Shang: Yao,aim the cannon at Shan-Yu.
[The line of Shang's troops with Mulan by the abolish draw their swords. Mulan looks down at her knife and sees the reflection of a tremendous snowembankment hanging apt the side of a cliff She rushes onward]
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Shang [starting apt run after her waving his arms]: Stop!
[Mulan plants the cannon and aims it for the scarp with the snow overhang]
Mushu [seeing Shan-Yu riding closer to their position]: All right, you might absence to light that right almost instantly Quickly! Quickly!
[Mulan takes out the flint and tries to light the fuse. Shan-Yu's falcon swoops purchase knocking Mulan down scattering the flint rock]
Yao [speaking to Ling and Chien-Po]: C'mon, we've gotta aid [they dictate towards Mulan's position]
[Mulan searches because the flint among the snow amid vain. She sees Mushu, grabs him and stretches him causing him to light the fuse. Mushu landson the cannon and the cannon fires off impartial upon the charging Shan-Yu]
Mushu [tailing off as he rides the cannon toward the snow embankment]: You missed him! How could you miss? He was three feet infront of you!
[The cannon lodges surrounded the snow and explodes causing the beginning of a tremendous avalanche. Mulan looks up with one malign grin aboard her face andShan-Yu watches surrounded panic for many of his troops begin apt be swallowed up onward the snow]
Shan-Yu [recollecting himself and focusing within on Mulan]: Yrrrrrrraah.
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Yao, Chien-Po and Ling [running towards the oncoming avalanche]: Yeeahhhhhh! [they stop. noticing the oncoming avalanche they turnaround and run back apt where they came from] Waaaaaaaaaa!
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Weasley, sounding resigned. “Well? Did you find out why?” “He went into Borgin and Burkes,” said Harry, “and started bullying the bloke in there, Borgin, to help him fix something. And he said he wanted Borgin to keep something else for him. He made it sound like it was the same kind of thing that needed fixing. Like they were a pair. And...” Harry took a deep breath. “There's something else. We saw Malfoy jump about a mile when Madam Malkin tried to touch his left arm. I think he's been branded with the Dark Mark. I think he's replaced his father as a Death Eater.” Mr. Weasley looked taken aback. After a moment he said, “Harry, I doubt whether You-Know-Who would allow a sixteen-year-old—” “Does anyone really know what You-Know-Who would or wouldn't do?” asked Harry angrily. “Mr. Weasley, I'm sorry, but isn't it worth investigating? If Malfoy wants something fixing, and he needs to threaten Borgin to get it done, it's probably something Dark or dangerous, isn't it?” “I doubt it, to be honest,louis vuitton handbags outlet, Harry,” said Mr. Weasley slowly. “You see, when Lucius Malfoy was arrested, we raided his house. We took away everything that might have been dangerous.” “I think you missed something,” said Harry stubbornly. “Well, maybe,” said Mr. Weasley, but Harry could tell that Mr. Weasley was humoring him. There was a whistle behind them; nearly everyone had boarded the train and the doors were closing. “You'd better hurry!” said Mr. Weasley, as Mrs. Weasley cried, “Harry, quickly!” He hurried forward and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley helped him load his trunk onto the train. “Now, dear, you're coming to us for Christmas, it's all fixed with Dumbledore, so we'll see you quite soon,” said Mrs. Weasley through the window, as Harry slammed the door shut behind him and the train began to move. “You make sure you look after yourself and—” The train was gathering speed. “—be good and—” She was jogging to keep up now. “—stay safe!” Harry waved until the train had turned a corner and Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were lost to view, then turned to see where the others had got to. He supposed Ron and Hermione were cloistered in the prefects’ carriage, but Ginny was a little way along the corridor, chatting to some friends. He made his way toward her, dragging his trunk. People stared shamelessly as he approached. They even pressed their faces against the windows of their compartments to get a look at him. He had expected an upswing in the amount of gaping and gawping he would have to endure this term after all the “Chosen One” rumors in the Daily Prophet, but he did not enjoy the sensation of standing in a very bright spotlight. He tapped Ginny on the shoulder. “Fancy trying to find a compartment?” “I can't, Harry, I said I'd meet Dean,” said Ginny brightly. “See you later.” “Right,louis vuitton handbags outlet,” said Harry. He felt a strange twinge of annoyance as she walked away, her long red hair dancing behind her; he had become so used to her presence over the summer that he had almost forgotten that Ginny did not hang around with him, Ron, and Hermione while at school. Then he blinked and looked around: he was surrounded by mesmerized girls. “Hi, Harry!” said a familiar voice from behind him. “Neville!” said Harry in relief, turning to see a round-faced boy struggling toward him. “Hello, Harry,” said a girl with long hair and large misty eyes, who was just behind Neville. “Luna, hi, how are you?” “Very well, thank you,” said Luna. She was clutching a magazine to her chest; large letters on the front announced that there was a pair of free Spectrespecs inside. “The Quibbler still going strong, then?” asked Harry, who felt a certain fondness for the magazine, having given it an exclusive interview the previous year. “Oh yes, circulation's well up,” said Luna happily. “Let's find seats,” said Harry, and the three of them set off along the train through hordes of silently staring students. At last they found an empty compartment, and Harry hurried inside gratefully. “They're even staring at us,” said Neville, indicating himself
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