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Titolo: Harry Potter 5:muore Sirius Black

Ravviviamo un po' l'ambiente con uno spoilerino, dai...
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 Ravviviamo un po' l'ambiente con uno spoilerino, dai...
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 Ravviviamo un po' l'ambiente con uno spoilerino, dai...
Harry was speechless. He felt like an idiot as he watched them walk
away. He saw them return to Dumbledore, and he waved to him. He had
evidently told them where Harry was so they could see him at least, but
he hadn't told him why Colin had really died. he didn't tell anyone
really. He didn't want anyone to think it was Harry's fault that he
died, he just left it at the fact that he sacrificed himself for
someone, and died honorably.
Harry turned around, expecting to see train tracks, but instead came
face to face with Bill, the boy who had tried out for the Gryffindor
Quidditch team at the beginning of the year.
"Hello Harry," he said, looking especially happy.
"Oh. hello Bill," said Harry, trying to quickly change his emotion from
mournful to happy. "How are you?"
"Oh I'm fine. been practicing my Quidditch," he said, rubbing his hands
together. "You're going to need another new five players next year and.
hey! Why not me? I almost made it this year after all!"
"I'm sure you'll make it next year," said Harry, extending his arm to
Bill. He took it and shook it vigorously, with a wide smile on his face.
As he shook up and down, Harry heard something fall onto the ground.
"What was that?" asked Harry. He let go of Bill's hand, and looked down.
Right next to Bill's feet, on the ground, he saw a Snitch. Harry quickly
picked it up, and held it in front of him, about to offer it to Bill.
Suddenly, spikes shot out of the Snitch, just like the one in the
Quidditch final. Harry quickly let go of it before any of the spikes
impaled his hand again, and let it fall to the ground. He looked up at
Bill's terrified face.
"Harry. I.. I didn't mean to hurt you. I mean. um.."
"You switched the Snitches!" said Harry, rubbing his hand.
"Well I had to get revenge on you for what you did," said Bill
seriously, sounding almost not aware of what he was saying.
"What did I do to deserve that?"
"You fudged the results of the last tryout, the one that came down to
either me or Ron. You changed the results so that your friend got on the
team!"
Suddenly, it all came together for Harry. The person who had been
sending him letters all year hadn't been doing it because he knew that
he stole Fawkes! Bill was writing them! And it was because of the
tryouts!
"So you've been writing those letters! You're the one who had been
threatening me all year long!" yelled Harry.
"Yes! I did it!" yelled Bill, looking a little insane. Evidently, he was
so proud that Harry hadn't figured out it was him, and he got away with
revenge, that he was letting it go to his head. "It was ingenious! It
was a perfect plan! Ha ha ha ha ha! I did it!"
"What's going on here?" asked Dumbledore, breaking through the crowd to
get to see what the disturbance was all about.
"I DID IT! HA HA HA!" yelled Bill, throwing his hands up into the air
and causing everyone to look at him.
"What did he do?" asked Dumbledore.
"He was the one who switched the Snitches at the Quidditch Final!" said
Harry. "He's the one who put me in the Hospital Wing! He's been
threatening me all year long!"
"Is this true?" Dumbledore asked Bill.
"Yes! I did it! All by myself! Isn't it amazing. ingenious?"
"Why don't you come with me Bill?" said Dumbledore, grabbing Bill by the
arm and leading him back up to the castle. "Don't worry Harry, he will
be taken care of."
"Okay professor," said Harry, watching him take Bill all the way back up
to the castle. He wondered is he would be seeing Bill next year. even if
he did, he knew he was not going to be on the Gryffindor Quidditch team,
that was for sure.
"Some people are just so weird," said Hermione, turning away from Bill.
"Yeah, like you, Harry!" yelled Ron, unexpectedly.
"What do you mean?" asked Harry.
"You changed the results of the race so that I got on the team!" he
yelled. "How could you do that?"
"Um. because I'm your friend," said Harry.
"I didn't want to get on the team because I'm your friend," said Ron
through gritted teeth. "If Bill was better, you should have picked him!"
"But he wasn't better, it was a tie," said Harry.
"It doesn't matter! You still-" suddenly, Ron went stiff for a second,
his eyes flashed, and his head hung down. He was showing all of the
signs of someone who had just had their memory erased. Harry looked
behind Ron, to see who could have put the spell on him, when he saw
little Aylar, with his wand out.
"Aylar!" yelled Harry. "Did you erase Ron's memory?"
"Only the memory that you changed the results of the tryout," said
Aylar, putting his wand back into his pocket.
"Aylar! How could you do that!?"
"Harry, come on, he was practically about to kill you, and your
friendship would be gone forever," said Aylar, crossing his arms.
"But. you. and. Ron." Harry mumbled. He couldn't think of anything to
say. He was appalled at what Aylar did, but was thankful that Ron had
forgotten about the little incident. Yep, the latter definitely
outweighed the con. "Thanks Aylar."
"Don't mention it. I do it all the time for them," he said, indicating
the group of Gryffindor first years.
"Hi Harry!" they all yelled at once.
"Over the summer, we're all going to get together and practice
Quidditch!" said Chris excitedly.
"Yeah, and maybe we'll be able to make the team next year," said Mike.
"Oh my god! That would roxorz my soxorz!" yelled Joe.
"I don't know, the odds of getting hurt by a Bludger during a game are
fairly high. According to my calculations, which are of course based
 on-"
Harry just merely turned his attention away from them, thankful that he
wouldn't have to see them for over three months. He'd need that time
away to mentally prepare himself to have to deal with them for the rest
of the entire year..
"Hey Harry, the train is here," said Ron, tapping Harry on the shoulder.
Harry put his arm around his friends, Ron, Hermione and Cho, and the
four of them walked onto the train, leaving Hogwarts.
On the train, Harry, Ron, and Hermione got a room to themselves, while
Cho decided to take some time and catch up with her old friends in
another compartment. The four of them all talked about their year
together as the train went along, taking them home.
"Hey Hermione," said Ron, looking like he had suddenly thought of
something. "Whatever happened to Krum? Remember? At the beginning of the
year you said you two weren't seeing each other anymore, and you wouldn'
t tell us why.. Well. now will you tell us?"
Hermione put a smile on, and turned slightly red.
"Oh fine," she said. "Well, everything was going great at his house. we
were having lots of fun. I guess he thought we were having enough fun
together to. well.."
"What?" asked Ron and Harry together.
"To. get married."
Harry and Ron burst out into uncontrollable laughter.
"He asked you to marry him?" coughed Ron, several minutes later, sitting
up and trying to recover from his laughing fit.
"Yes he did, and I thought that was just too much of him. I didn't want
to be with someone who was THAT spontaneous.. So, I left him."
"Wow Hermione," said Harry. "Just. wow."
The rest of the trip went along that way, each of them remembering their
fifth year, the good and the bad, the funny and the terrible. Finally,
they arrived at Platform 9 ž , and they all got off.
"See you Harry!" said Hermione, running off to see her parents.
"See you later Hermione!" yelled Harry back.
"Goodbye Harry," said Cho.
"Goodbye Cho," said Harry, giving her a goodbye kiss as she went off to
go home with her parents.
"Harry," asked Ron, "are you sure you wouldn't rather come home with us
for the holidays?"
"Maybe later, Ron," said Harry, "but first, I want to have some fun..
The Dursleys don't know that Dudley's a wizard. that will be a fun
surprise."
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 Harry was speechless. He felt like an idiot as he watched them walk...
Avendo appena letto il libro ieri notte, mi presenteresti il tuo pusher,
cosě mi metto anche io a srivere pezzi di Harry Potter che non esistono?
Ios
Se volete fare spoiler (e che il vostro pc stramazzi sotto i colpi di un
hacker, mi avete rovinato il finale prima ancora di leggerlo) almeno fateli
bene...

 Ios
Nah, sa semplicemente di tentativo di trollaggio.
Non ne vale la pena...