Harry Potter - 5 - The Order of the Phoenix by J.K. Rowling

Author:J.K. Rowling [J.K. Rowling]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Fantasy, General, Juvenile Fiction, Science Fiction; Fantasy; Magic, People & Places, Europe, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry (Imaginary place), Wizards, School & Education, Potter; Harry (Fictitious character)
ISBN: 9780747570738
Publisher: Bloomsbury
Published: 2004-09-14T23:00:00+00:00

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

Chapter 22 - St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Maladies and...

Har­ry was so re­lieved she was tak­ing him se­ri­ous­ly that he did not hes­itate, but jumped out of bed at once, pulled on his dress­ing gown and pushed his glass­es back on to his nose.

'Weasley, you ought to come too,' said Pro­fes­sor McG­ona­gall.

They fol­lowed Pro­fes­sor McG­ona­gall past the silent fig­ures of Neville, Dean and Sea­mus, out of the dor­mi­to­ry, down the spi­ral stairs in­to the com­mon room, through the por­trait hole and off along the Fat La­dy's moon­lit cor­ri­dor. Har­ry felt as though the pan­ic in­side him might spill over at any mo­ment; he want­ed to run, to yell for Dum­ble­dore; Mr Weasley was bleed­ing as they walked along so se­date­ly, and what if those fangs (Har­ry tried hard not to think 'my fangs') had been poi­sonous? They passed Mrs. Nor­ris, who turned her lam­plike eyes up­on them and hissed faint­ly, but Pro­fes­sor McG­ona­gall said, 'Shoo!' Mrs. Nor­ris slunk away in­to the shad­ows, and in a few min­utes they had reached the stone gar­goyle guard­ing the en­trance to Dum­ble­dore's of­fice.

'Fizzing Whizzbee,' said Pro­fes­sor McG­ona­gall.

The gar­goyle sprang to life and leapt aside; the wall be­hind it split in two to re­veal a stone stair­case that was mov­ing con­tin­ual­ly up­wards like a spi­ral es­ca­la­tor. The three of them stepped on to the mov­ing stairs; the wall closed be­hind them with a thud and they were mov­ing up­wards in tight cir­cles un­til they reached the high­ly pol­ished oak door with the brass knock­er shaped like a grif­fin.

Though it was now well past mid­night there were voic­es com­ing from in­side the room, a pos­itive bab­ble of them. It sound­ed as though Dum­ble­dore was en­ter­tain­ing at least a dozen peo­ple.

Pro­fes­sor McG­ona­gall rapped three times with the grif­fin knock­er and the voic­es ceased abrupt­ly as though some­one had switched them all off. The door opened of its own ac­cord and Pro­fes­sor McG­ona­gall led Har­ry and Ron in­side.

The room was in half-​dark­ness; the strange sil­ver in­stru­ments stand­ing on ta­bles were silent and still rather than whirring and emit­ting puffs of smoke as they usu­al­ly did; the por­traits of old head­mas­ters and head­mistress­es cov­er­ing the walls were all snooz­ing in their frames. Be­hind the door, a mag­nif­icent red and gold bird the size of a swan dozed on its perch with its head un­der its wing.

'Oh, it's you, Pro­fes­sor McG­ona­gall… and… ah.'

Dum­ble­dore was sit­ting in a high-​backed chair be­hind his desk; he leaned for­ward in­to the pool of can­dle­light il­lu­mi­nat­ing the pa­pers laid out be­fore him. He was wear­ing a mag­nif­icent­ly em­broi­dered pur­ple and gold dress­ing gown over a snowy white night­shirt, but seemed wide-​awake, his pen­etrat­ing light blue eyes fixed in­tent­ly up­on Pro­fes­sor McG­ona­gall.

'Pro­fes­sor Dum­ble­dore, Pot­ter has had a… well, a night­mare,' said Pro­fes­sor McG­ona­gall. 'He says…'

'It wasn't a night­mare,' said Har­ry quick­ly.

Pro­fes­sor McG­ona­gall looked round at Har­ry, frown­ing slight­ly.

'Very well, then, Pot­ter, you tell the Head­mas­ter about it.'

'I… well, I was asleep…' said Har­ry and, even in his ter­ror and

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