"Hiya, Harry!"It was Colin Creevey, a third year to whom Harry was
something of a hero."Hi, Colin," said Harry warily."Harry, guess what?
Guess what, Harry? My brother's starting! My brother Dennis!""Er -
good," said Harry."He's really excited!" said Colin, practically
bouncing up and down in his seat. "I just hope he's in Gryffindor! Keep
your fingers crossed, eh, Harry?""Er - yeah, all right," said Harry. He
turned back to Hermione, Ron, and Nearly Headless Nick. "Brothers and
sisters usually go in the same Houses, don't they?" he said. survetement lacoste
He was judging by the Weasleys, all seven of whom had been put into
Gryffindor."Oh no, not necessarily," said Hermione. "Parvati Patil's
twin's in Ravenclaw, and they're identical. You'd think they'd be
together, wouldn't you?"Harry looked up at the staff table. There seemed
to be rather more empty seats there than usual. Hagrid, of course, was
still fighting his way across the lake with the first years; Professor
McGonagall was presumably supervising the drying of the entrance hall
floor, but there was another empty chair too, and Harry couldn't think
who else was missing."Where's the new Defense Against the Dark Arts
teacher?" said Hermione, who was also looking up at the teachers. survetement lacoste homme
They had never yet had a Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher who had
lasted more than three terms. Harry's favorite by far had been Professor
Lupin, who had resigned last year. He looked up and down the staff
table. There was definitely no new face there."Maybe they couldn't get
anyone!" said Hermione, looking anxious.Harry scanned the table more
carefully. Tiny little Professor Flitwick, the Charms teacher, was
sitting on a large pile of cushions beside Professor Sprout, the
Herbology teacher, whose hat was askew over her flyaway gray hair. survetement lacoste pas cher
She was talking to Professor Sinistra of the Astronomy department. On
Professor Sinistra's other side was the sallow-faced, hook-nosed,
greasy-haired Potions master, Snape - Harry's least favorite person at
Hogwarts. Harry's loathing of Snape was matched only by Snape's hatred
of him, a hatred which had, if possible, intensified last year, when
Harry had helped Siriusescape right under Snape's overlarge nose - Snape
and Sirius had been enemies since their own school days.On Snape's
other side was an empty seat, which Harry guessed was Professor
McGonagall's.Next to it, and in the very center of the table, sat
Professor Dumbledore, the headmaster, his sweeping silver hair and beard
shining in the candlelight, his magnificent deep green robes
embroidered with many stars and moons. The tips of Dumbledore's long,
thin fingers were together and he was resting his chin upon them,
staring up at the ceiling through his half-moon spectacles as though
lost in thought.Harry glanced up at the ceiling too. Sac Chloé