Harry, relax, Hermione's right, the Stone's safe as long as Dumbledore's around.

Anyway, we've never had any proof Snape found out how to get past
Fluffy. He nearly had his leg ripped off once, he's not going to try it again in a hurry. And Neville will play Quidditch for England before Hagrid
lets Dumbledore down. Harry nodded, but he couldn't shake off a lurking feeling that there was something he'd forgotten to do, something important.
When he tried to explain this, Hermione said, That's just the exams. I woke up last night and was halfway through my Transfiguration notes before I
remembered we'd done that one. Harry was quite sure the unsettled feeling didn't have anything to do with work, though. He watched an owl flutter
toward the school across the bright blue sky, a note clamped in its mouth. Hagrid was the only one who ever sent him letters. Hagrid would never betray
Dumbledore. Hagrid would never tell anyone how to get past Fluffy... never... but -That's the post office - Zonko's is up there - We could go up to the
Shrieking Shack - Tell you what, said Ron, his teeth chattering, shall we go for a butterbeer in the Three Broomsticks? Harry was more than willing;
the wind was fierce and his hands were freezing, so they crossed the road, and in a few minutes were entering the tiny inn.I want you all to go
straight to bed, no talking, she said as they reached the first landing. We've got a busy day tomorrow. I expect Ginny's asleep, she added to Hermione,
so try not to wake her up. Asleep, yeah, right, said Fred in an undertone, after Hermione bade them good night and they were climbing to the next
floor. If Ginny's not lying awake waiting for Hermione to tell her everything they said downstairs, then I'm a flobberworm... All right, Ron, Harry,
said Mrs. Weasley on the second landing, pointing them into their bedroom. Off to bed with you. 'Night, Harry and Ron said to the twins. Sleep tight,
said Fred, winking.It was definitely a curse that killed her - probably the Transmogrifian Torture - I've seen it used many times, so unlucky I wasn't
there, I know the very countercurse that would have saved her Lockhart's comments were punctuated by Filch's dry, racking sobs. He was slumped in a
chair by the desk, unable to look at Mrs. Norris, his face in his hands. Much as he detested Filch, Harry couldn't help feeling a bit sorry for him,
though not nearly as sorry as he felt for himself. If Dumbledore believed Filch, he would be expelled for sure.Yeah... and you were hungry, said Ron,
grinning.Ron! I - I don't believe it - it's Scabbers! Ron gaped at her.Bagman got to his feet and bowed, beaming.Lockhart bounded into the room and the
class stared at him. Every other teacher in the place was looking grimmer than usual, but Lockhart appeared nothing short of buoyant.There's Ron! said
Harry suddenly. A dark figure was sprinting across the lawn and its shout echoed through the still night air.
 No, said Sirius dully. No, he's not in there anymore. He died about a year after they brought him in. He died? He wasn't
the only one, said Sirius bitterly. Most go mad in there, and plenty stop eating in the end. They lose the will to live. You could
always tell when a death was coming, because the dementors could sense it, they got excited. That boy looked pretty sickly when he
arrived. Crouch being an important Ministry member, he and his wife were allowed a deathbed visit. That was the last time I saw
Barty Crouch, half carrying his wife past my cell. She died herself, apparently, shortly afterward. Grief. Wasted away just like
the boy. Crouch never came for his son's body. The dementors buried him outside the fortress; I watched them do it. Sirius threw
aside the bread he had just lifted to his mouth and instead picked up the flask of pumpkin juice and drained it.For an agonizing
moment, Harry hung in midair, not daring to speed toward Malfoy in case he looked up and saw the Snitch.Do you feel brave, Harry
Potter? Do you feel safe now? Harry didn't answer. He might not see what use Fawkes or the Sorting Hat were, but he was no longer
alone, and he waited for Riddle to stop laughing with his courage mounting.He could tell at once that they carried different sorts
of bubble bath mixed with the water, though it wasn't bubble bath as Harry had ever experienced it. One tap gushed pink and blue
bubbles the size of footballs; another poured ice-white foam so thick that Harry thought it would have supported his weight if
he'd cared to test it; a third sent heavily perfumed purple clouds hovering over the surface of the water. Harry amused himself
for a while turning the taps on and off, particularly enjoying the effect of one whose jet bounced off the surface of the water in
large arcs. Then, when the deep pool was full of hot water, foam, and bubbles, which took a very short time considering its size,
Harry turned off all the taps, pulled off his pajamas, slippers, and dressing gown, and slid into the water.Now it was just Father
and I, alone in the house. And then... and then... Crouch's head rolled on his neck, and an insane grin spread across his face. My
master came for me.The words came out before Harry had quite got his tongue around them. Wangoballwime? Sorry? said Cho.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.
GinnyBut on the edge of town, drills were driven out of his mind by something else. As he sat in the usual morning traffic jam, he
couldn't help noticing that there seemed to be a lot of strangely dressed people about. People in cloaks. Mr. Dursley couldn't
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hands, gave them all the thumbs-up, and removed her own earmuffs.This is called a telephone number, he told Ron, scribbling it
twice, tearing the parchment in two, and handing it to them. I told your dad how to use a telephone last summer - he'll know. Call
me at the Dursleys', okay? I can't stand another two months with only Dudley to talk to Your aunt and uncle will be proud, though,
won't they? said Hermione as they got off the train and joined the crowd thronging toward the enchanted barrier. When they hear
what you did this year? Proud? said Harry. Are you crazy? All those times I could've died, and I didn't manage it? They'll be
furious And together they walked back through the gateway to the Muggle world. Text copyright В© 1998 by J.K. Rowling. Cover
illustration by Olly Moss В© 2015 Pottermore Limited Interior illustrations by Mary GrandPre В© 1999 by Warner Bros.Why, though?
Ron added to Harry as the group of second-year girls who had been listening to his chilling tale departed. Why did he run? Harry
had been wondering the same thing. Why had Black, having got the wrong bed, not silenced Ron and proceeded to Harry? Black had
proved twelve years ago that he didn't mind murdering innocent people, and this time he had been facing five unarmed boys, four of
whom were asleep.
 A moment later, Percy returned, followed by Mrs. Figg. She looked scared and more batty than ever. Harry wished she had
thought to change out of her carpet slippers.It winked.Oh yeah, said Sirius sarcastically. Listening to Snape's reports, having to
take all his snide hints that he's out there risking his life while I'm sat on my backside here having a nice comfortable time...
asking me how the cleaning's going - What cleaning? asked Harry.No, no - here, ebony and unicorn hair, eight and a half inches,
springy. Go on, go on, try it out. Harry tried. And tried. He had no idea what Mr. Ollivander was waiting for. The pile of tried
wands was mounting higher and higher on the spindly chair, but the more wands Mr. Ollivander pulled from the shelves, the happier
he seemed to become.Perhaps that was why Snape was looking so angry as the teams marched onto the field, something that Ron
noticed, too.The Dark Mark! he panted, almost trampling Winky as he turned inquiringly to his colleagues. Who did it? Did you get
them? Barty! What's going on? Mr. Crouch had returned empty-handed. His face was still ghostly white, and his hands and his
toothbrush mustache were both twitching.It isn't funny! Mr. Weasley shouted. That sort of behavior seriously undermines
wizard–Muggle relations! I spend half my life campaigning against the mistreatment of Muggles, and my own sons - We didn't give
it to him because he's a Muggle! said Fred indignantly. No, we gave it to him because he's a great bullying git, said George.
Isn't he, Harry? Yeah, he is, Mr. Weasley, said Harry earnestly.How this situation arose, we do not know, said Dumbledore,
speaking to everyone gathered in the room. It seems to me, however, that we have no choice but to accept it. Both Cedric and Harry
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straight at Black's heart.Oh, you may not think I'm pretty, But don't judge on what you see, I'll eat myself if you can findWhat was it that Snape had done on Dumbledore's orders,
the night that Voldemort had returned? And why... why... was Dumbledore so convinced that Snape was truly on their side? He had been their spy, Dumbledore had said so in the
Pensieve. Snape had turned spy against Voldemort, at great personal risk. Was that the job he had taken up again? Had he made contact with the Death Eaters, perhaps? Pretended that
he had never really gone over to Dumbledore, that he had been, like Voldemort himself, biding his time?I heard about the match, said Lupin, turning back to his desk and starting to
pile books into his briefcase, and I'm sorry about your broomstick. Is there any chance of fixing it? No, said Harry. The tree smashed it to bits. Lupin sighed.Goodness, didn't you
know, I'd have found out everything I could if it was me, said Hermione. Do either of you know what House you'll be in? I've been asking around, and I hope I'm in Gryffindor, it
sounds by far the best; I hear Dumbledore himself was in it, but I suppose Ravenclaw wouldn't be too bad.... Anyway, we'd better go and look for Neville's toad. You two had better
change, you know, I expect we'll be there soon. And she left, taking the toadless boy with her. Whatever House I'm in, I hope she's not in it, said Ron. He threw his wand back into
his trunk. Stupid spell - George gave it to me, bet he knew it was a dud. What House are your brothers in? asked Harry.His eyes are as green as a fresh pickled toad, His hair is as
dark as a blackboard.CHAPTER FIVE

Why is everything I own rubbish? said Ron furiously, striding across the room to unstick Pigwidgeon's beak.You fainted, Potter? Is Longbottom telling the truth? You
actuallyCrouch or votever his name - Crouch attacked you? Crouch attacked you? The Triwizard judge? Igor, Dumbledore began, but Karkaroff had drawn himself up, clutchingMARGE! yelled
Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia together as Aunt Marge's whole body began to rise off her chair toward the ceiling. She was entirely round, now, like a vast life buoy with piggy eyes,
and her hands and feet stuck out weirdly as she drifted up into the air, making apoplectic popping noises. Ripper came skidding into the room, barking madly.And so you met Tom
Riddle, said Dumbledore thoughtfully. I imagine he was most interested in you Suddenly, something that was nagging at Harry came tumbling out of his mouth.Harry's is better than
ours, though, said Fred, holding up Harry's sweater. She obviously makes more of an effort if you're not family. Why aren't you wearing yours, Ron? George demanded. Come on, get it
on, they're lovely and warm. I hate maroon, Ron moaned halfheartedly as he pulled it over his head.NO, CROOKSHANKS, NO! cried the witch, but Scabbers shot from between her hands like
a bar of soap, landed splay-legged on the floor, and then scampered for the door.Did you hear Fleur scream earlier? said Harry.And that's how we came to write the Marauder's Map, and
sign it with our nicknames. Sirius is Padfoot. Peter is Wormtail. James was Prongs. What sort of animal - ? Harry began, but Hermione cut him off.

Where on earth have you all been? she asked, looking at their bathrobes hanging off their shoulders and their flushed, sweaty faces.Welcome,
said Hagrid, to Diagon Alley. He grinned at Harry's amazement. They stepped through the archway. Harry looked quickly over his shoulder and saw the
archway shrink instantly back into solid wall.With the first flash of lightning came the sound of Madam Hooch's whistle; Harry could just see the
outline of Wood through the thick rain, gesturing him to the ground. The whole team splashed down into the mud.The Triwizard TournamentWhat did you
know, 'Agrid? said Madame Maxime, a purr in her low voice.Harry dashed around his room, collecting his things and passing them out of the window to
Ron. Then he went to help Fred and George heave his trunk up the stairs. Harry heard Uncle Vernon cough.his furs around him, looking livid.Hello there,
Harry! he said. Just had an exam, I expect? Nearly finished? Yes, said Harry. Hermione and Ron, not being on speaking terms with the Minister of Magic,
hovered awkwardly in the background.Ugh, no, Harry won't want one of those, they're for vampires, I expect, Hermione was saying.

Well, they're different... I've just noticed Of course they are - did you expect me to keep those fangs Malfoy gave me? No,
I mean, they're different to how they were before he put that hex on you.... They're all straight and - and normal-sized. Hermione
suddenly smiled very mischievously, and Harry noticed it too: It was a very different smile from the one he remembered. Well...
when I went up to Madam Pomfrey to get them shrunk, she held up a mirror and told me to stop her when they were back to how they
normally were, she said. And I just... let her carry on a bit. She smiled even more widely. Mum and Dad won't be too pleased. I've
been trying to persuade them to let me shrink them for ages, but they wanted me to carry on with my braces. You know, they're
dentists, they just don't think teeth and magic should - look! Pigwidgeon's back! Ron's tiny owl was twittering madly on the top
of the icicle-laden banisters, a scroll of parchment tied to his leg. People passing him were pointing and laughing, and a group
of third-year girls paused and said, Oh look at the weeny owl! Isn't he cute? Stupid little feathery git! Ron hissed, hurrying up
the stairs and snatching up Pigwidgeon. You bring letters to the addressee! You don't hang around showing off! Pigwidgeon hooted
happily, his head protruding over Ron's fist. The third- year girls all looked very shocked.Quirrell was walking backward at him,
so that Voldemort could still see him. The evil face was now smiling.All right, Harry? I'm - I'm Colin Creevey, he said
breathlessly, taking a tentative step forward. I'm in Gryffindor, too. D'you think - would it be all right if - can I have a
picture? he said, raising the camera hopefully.Kippers? Bacon and eggs? Toast? Just - just toast, thanks, said Harry.Nothing! spat
Filch, his jowls quivering unpleasantly. A likely story! Sneaking around on your own - why aren't you in Hogsmeade buying Stink
Pellets and Belch Powder and Whizzing Worms like the rest of your nasty little friends? Harry shrugged.Lee was still commentating.
We can't say much about you-know-what, obviously.... We've been told not to say anything important in case our letters go
astray.... We're quite busy but I can't give you details here There's a fair amount goingDiffindo! Cedric's bag split. Parchment,
quills, and books spilled out of it onto the floor. Several bottles of ink smashed.Eau de cologne? said Hermione in amazement.
Hagrid? And what's with the hair and the suit? said Harry in an undertone. Look! said Ron suddenly, pointing out of the window.