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¡°-STEALING THE CAR, I WOULDN'T HAVE BEEN SURPRISED IF THEY'D EXPELLED YOU, YOU WAIT TILL I GET HOLD OF YOU, I DON'T SUPPOSE YOU STOPPED TO THINK WHAT YOUR FATHER AND I WENT THROUGH WHEN WE SAW IT WAS GONE¡ª¡±
Mrs. Weasleys yells, a hundred times louder than usual, made the plates and spoons rattle on the table, and echoed deafeningly off the stone walls. People throughout the hall were swiveling around to see who had received the Howler, and Ron sank so low in his chair that only his crimson forehead could be seen.
¡°-LETTER FROM DUMBLEDORE LAST NIGHT, I THOUGHT YOUR FATHER WOULD DIE OF SHAME, WE DIDN'T BRING YOU UP TO BEHAVE LIKE THIS, YOU AND HARRY COULD BOTH HAVE DIED¡ª¡±
Harry had been wondering when his name was going to crop up. He tried very hard to look as though he couldn't hear the voice that was making his eardrums throb.
¡°-ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTED - YOUR FATHER'S FACING AN INQUIRY AT WORK, IT'S ENTIRELY YOUR FAULT AND IF YOU PUT ANOTHER TOE OUT OF LINE WE'LL BRING YOU STRAIGHT BACK HOME.¡±
A ringing silence fell. The red envelope, which had dropped from Ron's hand, burst into flames and curled into ashes. Harry and Ron sat stunned, as though a tidal wave had just passed over them. A few people laughed and, gradually, a babble of talk broke out again.
Hermione closed Voyages with Vampires and looked down at the top of Ron's head.
¡°Well, I don't know what you expected, Ron, but you¡ª¡±
¡°Don't tell me I deserved it,¡± snapped Ron.
Harry pushed his porridge away. His insides were burning with guilt. Mr. Weasley was facing an inquiry at work. After all Mr. and Mrs. Weasley had done for him over the summer¡
But he had no time to dwell on this; Professor McGonagall was moving along the Gryffindor table, handing out course schedules. Harry took his and saw that they had double Herbology with the Hufflepuffs first.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione left the castle together, crossed the vegetable patch, and made for the greenhouses, where the magical plants were kept. At least the Howler had done one good thing: Hermione seemed to think they had now been punished enough and was being perfectly friendly again.
As they neared the greenhouses they saw the rest of the class standing outside, waiting for Professor Sprout. Harry, Ron, and Hermione had only just joined them when she came striding into view across the lawn, accompanied by Gilderoy Lockhart. Professor Sprout's arms were full of bandages, and with another twinge of guilt, Harry spotted the Whomping Willow in the distance, several of its branches now in slings.
Professor Sprout was a squat little witch who wore a patched hat over her flyaway hair; there was usually a large amount of earth on her clothes and her fingernails would have made Aunt Petunia faint. Gilderoy Lockhart, however, was immaculate in sweeping robes of turquoise, his golden hair shining under a perfectly positioned turquoise hat with gold trimming.
¡°Oh, hello there!¡± he called, beaming around at the assembled students. ¡°Just been showing Professor Sprout the right way to doctor a Whomping Willow! But I don't want you running away with the idea that I'm better at Herbology than she is! I just happen to have met several of these exotic plants on my travels¡¡±
¡°Greenhouse three today, chaps!¡± said Professor Sprout, who was looking distinctly disgruntled, not at all her usual cheerful self.
There was a murmur of interest. They had only ever worked in greenhouse one before - greenhouse three housed far more interesting and dangerous plants. Professor Sprout took a large key from her belt and unlocked the door. Harry caught a whiff of damp earth and fertilizer mingling with the heavy perfume of some giant, umbrella-sized flowers dangling from the ceiling. He was about to follow Ron and Hermione inside when Lockhart's hand shot out.
¡°Harry! I've been wanting a word - you don't mind if he's a couple of minutes late, do you, Professor Sprout?¡±
Judging by Professor Sprout's scowl, she did mind, but Lockhart said, ¡°That's the ticket,¡± and closed the greenhouse door in her face.
¡°Harry,¡± said Lockhart, his large white teeth gleaming in the sunlight as he shook his head. ¡°Harry, Harry, Harry.¡±
Completely nonplussed, Harry said nothing.
¡°When I heard - well, of course, it was all my fault. Could have kicked myself.¡±
Harry had no idea what he was talking about. He was about to say so when Lockhart went on, ¡°Don't know when I've been more shocked. Flying a car to Hogwarts! Well, of course, I knew at once why you'd done it. Stood out a mile. Harry, Harry, Harry .¡±
It was remarkable how he could show every one of those brilliant teeth even when he wasn't talking.
¡°Gave you a taste for publicity, didn't I?¡± said Lockhart. ¡°Gave you the bug . You got onto the front page of the paper with me and you couldn't wait to do it again.¡±
¡°Oh, no, Professor, see¡ª¡±
¡°Harry, Harry, Harry,¡± said Lockhart, reaching out and grasping his shoulder. ¡°I understand . Natural to want a bit more once you've had that first taste - and I blame myself for giving you that, because it was bound to go to your head - but see here, young man, you can't start flying cars to try and get yourself noticed. Just calm down, all right? Plenty of time for all that when you're older. Yes, yes, I know what you're thinking! It's all right for him, he's an internationally famous wizard already!'But when I was twelve, I was just as much of a nobody as you are now. In fact, I'd say I was even more of a nobody! I mean, a few people have heard of you, haven't they? All that business with He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named!¡± He glanced at the lightning scar on Harry's forehead. ¡°I know, I know - it's not quite as good as winning Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award five times in a row, as I have - but it's a start , Harry, it's a start .¡±
He gave Harry a hearty wink and strode off. Harry stood stunned for a few seconds, then, remembering he was supposed to be in the greenhouse, he opened the door and slid inside.
Professor Sprout was standing behind a trestle bench in the center of the greenhouse. About twenty pairs of different-colored ear muffs were lying on the bench. When Harry had taken his place between Ron and Hermione, she said, ¡°We'll be repotting Mandrakes today. Now, who can tell me the properties of the Mandrake?¡±
To nobody's surprise, Hermione's hand was first into the air.
¡°Mandrake, or Mandragora, is a powerful restorative,¡± said Hermione, sounding as usual as though she had swallowed the textbook. ¡°It is used to return people who have been transfigured or cursed to their original state.¡±
¡°Excellent. Ten points to Gryffindor,¡± said Professor Sprout. ¡°The Mandrake forms an essential part of most antidotes. It is also, however, dangerous. Who can tell me why?¡±
Hermione's hand narrowly missed Harry's glasses as it shot up again.
¡°The cry of the Mandrake is fatal to anyone who hears it,¡± she said promptly.
¡°Precisely. Take another ten points,¡± said Professor Sprout. ¡°Now, the Mandrakes we have here are still very young.¡±
She pointed to a row of deep trays as she spoke, and everyone shuffled forward for a better look. A hundred or so tufty little plants, purplish green in color, were growing there in rows. They looked quite unremarkable to Harry, who didn't have the slightest idea what Hermione meant by the ¡°cry¡± of the Mandrake.
¡°Everyone take a pair of earmuffs,¡± said Professor Sprout.
There was a scramble as everyone tried to seize a pair that wasn't pink and fluffy.
¡°When I tell you to put them on, make sure your ears are completely covered,¡± said Professor Sprout. ¡°When it is safe to remove them, I will give you the thumbs-up. Right - earmuffs on .¡±
Harry snapped the earmuffs over his ears. They shut out sound completely. Professor Sprout put the pink, fluffy pair over her own ears, rolled up the sleeves of her robes, grasped one of the tufty plants firmly, and pulled hard.
Harry let out a gasp of surprise that no one could hear.
Instead of roots, a small, muddy, and extremely ugly baby popped out of the earth. The leaves were growing right out of his head. He had pale green, mottled skin, and was clearly bawling at the top of his lungs.
Professor Sprout took a large plant pot from under the table and plunged the Mandrake into it, burying him in dark, damp compost until only the tufted leaves were visible. Professor Sprout dusted off her hands, gave them all the thumbs-up, and removed her own earmuffs.
¡°As our Mandrakes are only seedlings, their cries won't kill yet,¡± she said calmly as though she'd just done nothing more exciting than water a begonia. ¡°However, they will knock you out for several hours, and as I'm sure none of you want to miss your first day back, make sure your earmuffs are securely in place while you work. I will attract your attention when it is time to pack up.
¡°Four to a tray - there is a large supply of pots here - compost in the sacks over there - and be careful of the Venemous Tentacula, it's teething.¡±
She gave a sharp slap to a spiky, dark red plant as she spoke, making it draw in the long feelers that had been inching sneakily over her shoulder.
Harry, Ron, and Hermione were joined at their tray by a curly-haired Hufflepuff boy Harry knew by sight but had never spoken to.
¡°Justin Finch-Fletchley,¡± he said brightly, shaking Harry by the hand. ¡°Know who you are, of course, the famous Harry Potter¡ And you're Hermione Granger - always top in everything¡± (Hermione beamed as she had her hand shaken too) ¡°- and Ron Weasley. Wasn't that your flying car?¡±
Ron didn't smile. The Howler was obviously still on his mind.
¡°That Lockhart's something, isn't he?¡± said Justin happily as they began filling their plant pots with dragon dung compost. ¡°Awfully brave chap. Have you read his books? I'd have died of fear if Id been cornered in a telephone booth by a werewolf, but he stayed cool and - zap - just fantastic .
¡°My name was down for Eton, you know. I can't tell you how glad I am I came here instead. Of course, Mother was slightly disappointed, but since I made her read Lockhart's books I think she's begun to see how useful it'll be to have a fully trained wizard in the family¡¡±
After that they didn't have much chance to talk. Their earmuffs were back on and they needed to concentrate on the Mandrakes. Professor Sprout had made it look extremely easy, but it wasn't. The Mandrakes didn't like coming out of the earth, but didn't seem to want to go back into it either. They squirmed, kicked, flailed their sharp little fists, and gnashed their teeth; Harry spent ten whole minutes trying to squash a particularly fat one into a pot.
By the end of the class, Harry, like everyone else, was sweaty, aching, and covered in earth. Everyone traipsed back to the castle for a quick wash and then the Gryffindors hurried off to Transfiguration.
Professor McGonagall's classes were always hard work, but today was especially difficult. Everything Harry had learned last year seemed to have leaked out of his head during the summer. He was supposed to be turning a beetle into a button, but all he managed to do was give his beetle a lot of exercise as it scuttled over the desktop avoiding his wand.
Ron was having far worse problems. He had patched up his wand with some borrowed Spellotape, but it seemed to be damaged beyond repair. It kept crackling and sparking at odd moments, and every time Ron tried to transfigure his beetle it engulfed him in thick gray smoke that smelled of rotten eggs. Unable to see what he was doing, Ron accidentally squashed his beetle with his elbow and had to ask for a new one. Professor McGonagall wasn't pleased.
Harry was relieved to hear the lunch bell. His brain felt like a wrung sponge. Everyone filed out of the classroom except him and Ron, who was whacking his wand furiously on the desk.
¡°Stupid - useless - thing¡ª¡±
¡°Write home for another one,¡± Harry suggested as the wand let off a volley of bangs like a firecracker.
¡°Oh, yeah, and get another Howler back,¡± said Ron, stuffing the now hissing wand into his bag. ¡± It's your own fault your wand got snapped -¡®¡±
They went down to lunch, where Ron's mood was not improved by Hermione's showing them the handful of perfect coat buttons she had produced in Transfiguration.
¡°What've we got this afternoon?¡± said Harry, hastily changing the subject.
¡°Defense Against the Dark Arts,¡± said Hermione at once.
¡°Why , ¡°demanded Ron, seizing her schedule, ¡°have you outlined all Lockhart's lessons in little hearts?¡±
Hermione snatched the schedule back, blushing furiously.
They finished lunch and went outside into the overcast courtyard. Hermione sat down on a stone step and buried her nose in Voyages with Vampires again. Harry and Ron stood talking about Quidditch for several minutes before Harry became aware that he was being closely watched. Looking up, he saw the very small, mousy-haired boy he'd seen trying on the Sorting Hat last night staring at Harry as though transfixed. He was clutching what looked like an ordinary Muggle camera, and the moment Harry looked at him, he went bright red.
¡°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.
¡°A picture?¡± Harry repeated blankly.
¡°So I can prove I've met you,¡± said Colin Creevey eagerly, edging further forward. ¡°I know all about you. Everyone's told me. About how you survived when You-Know-Who tried to kill you and how he disappeared and everything and how you've still got a lightning scar on your forehead¡± (his eyes raked Harry's hairline) ¡°and a boy in my dormitory said if I develop the film in the right potion, the pictures'll move .¡± Colin drew a great shuddering breath of excitement and said, ¡°It's amazing here, isn't it? I never knew all the odd stuff I could do was magic till I got the letter from Hogwarts. My dad's a milkman, he couldn't believe it either. So I'm taking loads of pictures to send home to him. And it'd be really good if I had one of you¡± - he looked imploringly at Harry - ¡°maybe your friend could take it and I could stand next to you? And then, could you sign it?¡±
¡°Signed photos? You're giving out signed photos , Potter?¡±
Loud and scathing, Draco Malfoy's voice echoed around the courtyard. He had stopped right behind Colin, flanked, as he always was at Hogwarts, by his large and thuggish cronies, Crabbe and Goyle.
¡°Everyone line up!¡± Malfoy roared to the crowd. ¡°Harry Potter's giving out signed photos!¡±
¡°No, I'm not,¡± said Harry angrily, his fists clenching. ¡°Shut up, Malfoy.¡±
¡°You're just jealous,¡± piped up Colin, whose entire body was about as thick as Crabbe's neck.
¡°Jealous?¡± said Malfoy, who didn't need to shout anymore: half the courtyard was listening in. ¡°Of what? I don't want a foul scar right across my head, thanks. I don't think getting your head cut open makes you that special, myself.¡±
Crabbe and Goyle were sniggering stupidly.
¡°Eat slugs, Malfoy,¡± said Ron angrily. Crabbe stopped laughing and started rubbing his knuckles in a menacing way.
¡°Be careful, Weasley,¡± sneered Malfoy. ¡°You don't want to start any trouble or your Mommy'll have to come and take you away from school.¡± He put on a shrill, piercing voice. ¡± If you put another toe out of line
A knot of Slytherin fifth-years nearby laughed loudly at this.
¡°Weasley would like a signed photo, Potter,¡± smirked Malfoy. ¡°It'd be worth more than his family's whole house¡ª¡±
Ron whipped out his Spellotaped wand, but Hermione shut Voyages with Vampires with a snap and whispered, ¡°Look out!¡±
¡°What's all this, what's all this?¡± Gilderoy Lockhart was striding toward them, his turquoise robes swirling behind him. ¡°Who's giving out signed photos?¡±
Harry started to speak but he was cut short as Lockhart flung an arm around his shoulders and thundered jovially, ¡°Shouldn't have asked! We meet again, Harry!¡±
Pinned to Lockhart's side and burning with humiliation, Harry saw Malfoy slide smirking back into the crowd.
¡°Come on then, Mr. Creevey,¡± said Lockhart, beaming at Colin. ¡°A double portrait, can't do better than that, and we'll both sign it for you.¡±
Colin fumbled for his camera and took the picture as the bell rang behind them, signaling the start of afternoon classes.
¡°Off you go, move along there,¡± Lockhart called to the crowd, and he set off back to the castle with Harry, who was wishing he knew a good Vanishing Spell, still clasped to his side.
¡°A word to the wise, Harry,¡± said Lockhart paternally as they entered the building through a side door. ¡°I covered up for you back there with young Creevey - if he was photographing me, too, your schoolmates won't think you're setting yourself up so much¡¡±
Deaf to Harry's stammers, Lockhart swept him down a corridor lined with staring students and up a staircase.
¡°Let me just say that handing out signed pictures at this stage of your career isn't sensible - looks a tad bigheaded, Harry, to be frank. There may well come a time when, like me, you'll need to keep a stack handy wherever you go, but¡± - he gave a little chortle - ¡°I don't think you're quite there yet.¡±
They had reached Lockhart's classroom and he let Harry go at last. Harry yanked his robes straight and headed for a seat at the very back of the class, where he busied himself with piling all seven of Lockhart's books in front of him, so that he could avoid looking at the real thing.
The rest of the class came clattering in, and Ron and Hermione sat down on either side of Harry.
¡°You could've fried an egg on your face¡± said Ron. ¡°You'd better hope Creevey doesn't meet Ginny, or they'll be starting a Harry Potter fan club.¡±
¡°Shut up,¡± snapped Harry. The last thing he needed was for Lockhart to hear the phrase ¡°Harry Potter fan club¡±
When the whole class was seated, Lockhart cleared his throat loudly and silence fell. He reached forward, picked up Neville Longbottom's copy of Travels with Trolls , and held it up to show his own, winking portrait on the front.
¡°Me,¡± he said, pointing at it and winking as well. ¡°Gilderoy Lockhart, Order of Merlin, Third Class, Honorary Member of the Dark Force Defense League, and five-time winner of Witch Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award but I don't talk about that. I didn't get rid of the Bandon Banshee by smiling at her!¡±
He waited for them to laugh; a few people smiled weakly.
¡°I see you've all bought a complete set of my books - well done. I thought we'd start today with a little quiz. Nothing to worry about - just to check how well you've read them, how much you've taken in¡ª¡±
When he had handed out the test papers he returned to the front of the class and said, ¡°You have thirty minutes - start - now!¡±
Harry looked down at his paper and read:
1. What is Gilderoy Lockhart s favorite color?
2. What is Gilderoy Lockhart's secret ambition?
3. What, in your opinion, is Gilderoy Lockhart's greatest achievement to date?
On and on it went, over three sides of paper, right down to:
54. When is Gilderoy Lockhart's birthday, and what would his ideal gift be?
Half an hour later, Lockhart collected the papers and rifled through them in front of the class.
¡°Tut, tut - hardly any of you remembered that my favorite color is lilac. I say so in Year with the Yeti . And a few of you need to read Wanderings with Werewolves more carefully - I clearly state in chapter twelve that my ideal birthday gift would be harmony between all magic and non-magic peoples - though I wouldn't say no to a large bottle of Ogdeds Old Firewhisky!¡±
He gave them another roguish wink. Ron was now staring at Lockhart with an expression of disbelief on his face; Seamus Finnigan and Dean Thomas, who were sitting in front, were shaking with silent laughter. Hermione, on the other hand, was listening to Lockhart with rapt attention and gave a start when he mentioned her name.
¡°¡ but Miss Hermione Granger knew my secret ambition is to rid the world of evil and market my own range of hair-care potions - good girl! In fact¡± - he flipped her paper over - ¡°full marks! Where is Miss Hermione Granger?¡±
Hermione raised a trembling hand.
¡°Excellent!¡± beamed Lockhart. ¡°Quite excellent! Take ten points for Gryffindor! And so - to business¡ª¡±
He bent down behind his desk and lifted a large, covered cage onto it.
¡°Now - be warned! It is my job to arm you against the foulest creatures known to wizardkind! You may find yourselves facing your worst fears in this room. Know only that no harm can befall you whilst I am here. All I ask is that you remain calm.¡±
In spite of himself, Harry leaned around his pile of books for a better look at the cage. Lockhart placed a hand on the cover. Dean and Seamus had stopped laughing now. Neville was cowering in his front row seat.
¡°I must ask you not to scream,¡± said Lockhart in a low voice. ¡°It might provoke them.¡±
As the whole class held its breath, Lockhart whipped off the cover.
¡°Yes,¡± he said dramatically. ¡°Freshly caught Cornish pixies.¡±
Seamus Finnigan couldn't control himself. He let out a snort of laughter that even Lockhart couldn't mistake for a scream of terror.
¡°Yes?¡± He smiled at Seamus.
¡°Well, they're not - they're not very - dangerous , are they?¡± Seamus choked.
¡°Don't be so sure!¡± said Lockhart, waggling a finger annoyingly at Seamus. ¡°Devilish tricky little blighters they can be!¡±
The pixies were electric blue and about eight inches high, with pointed faces and voices so shrill it was like listening to a lot of budgies arguing. The moment the cover had been removed, they had started jabbering and rocketing around, rattling the bars and making bizarre faces at the people nearest them.
¡°Right, then,¡± Lockhart said loudly. ¡°Let's see what you make of them!¡± And he opened the cage.
It was pandemonium. The pixies shot in every direction like rockets. Two of them seized Neville by the ears and lifted him into the air. Several shot straight through the window, showering the back row with broken glass. The rest proceeded to wreck the classroom more effectively than a rampaging rhino. They grabbed ink bottles and sprayed the class with them, shredded books and papers, tore pictures from the walls, up-ended the waste basket, grabbed bags and books and threw them out of the smashed window; within minutes, half the class was sheltering under desks and Neville was swinging from the iron chandelier in the ceiling.
¡°Come on now - round them up, round them up, they're only pixies,¡± Lockhart shouted.
He rolled up his sleeves, brandished his wand, and bellowed, ¡± Peskipiksi Pesternomi! ¡±
It had absolutely no effect; one of the pixies seized his wand and threw it out of the window, too. Lockhart gulped and dived under his own desk, narrowly avoiding being squashed by Neville, who fell a second later as the chandelier gave way.
The bell rang and there was a mad rush toward the exit. In the relative calm that followed, Lockhart straightened up, caught sight of Harry, Ron, and Hermione, who were almost at the door, and said, ¡°Well, I'll ask you three to just nip the rest of them back into their cage.¡± He swept past them and shut the door quickly behind him.
¡°Can you believe him?¡± roared Ron as one of the remaining pixies bit him painfully on the ear.
¡°He just wants to give us some hands-on experience,¡± said Hermione, immobilizing two pixies at once with a clever Freezing Charm and stuffing them back into their cage.
¡°Hands on ? ¡°said Harry, who was trying to grab a pixie dancing out of reach with its tongue out. ¡°Hermione, he didn't have a clue what he was doing¡ª¡±
¡°Rubbish,¡± said Hermione. ¡°You've read his books - look at all those amazing things he's done¡ª¡±
¡°He says he's done,¡± Ron muttered.
The Chamber of Secrets
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