Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince Audiobook

Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince Audiobook
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Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince Audiobook 🎧 J.K. Rowling Audiobook 🎧

«There it was, hanging in the sky above the school: the blazing green skull with a serpent tongue, the mark Death Eaters left behind whenever they had entered a building…wherever they had murdered…»

When Dumbledore arrives at Privet Drive one summer night to collect Harry Potter, his wand hand is blackened and shriveled, but he doesn’t say why. Hogwarts is no exception to the wizarding world’s secrets and suspicions. Harry believes Malfoy carries the Dark Mark, and among them is a Death Eater. Harry will need powerful magic and true friends as he investigates Voldemort’s darkest secrets, and Dumbledore is preparing him to face his fate…

The audiobooks of the Harry Potter series, which have since become modern classics, never fail to provide comfort and escapism to listeners of all ages. With its message of hope, belonging, and the enduring power of truth and love, the Boy Who Lived continues to delight new generations of listeners.

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The other minister, it was nearing midnight and the prime minister was sitting alone in his office reading a long memo that was slipping through his brain without leaving the slightest trace of meaning behind. He was waiting for a call from the president of a far distant country and between wondering when the wretched man would telephone and trying to suppress unpleasant memories of what had been a very long, tiring, and difficult week. There was not much space in his head for anything else, the more he attempted to focus on the print on the page before him, the more clearly the prime minister could see the gloating face of one of his political opponents. This particular opponent had appeared on the news that very day not only to enumerate all the terrible things that had happened in the last week as though anyone needed reminding but also to explain why each and every one of them was the government’s fault. The prime minister’s pulse quickened at the very thought of these accusations, for they were neither fair nor true.

How on earth was his government supposed to have stopped that bridge from collapsing? It was outrageous for anybody to suggest that they were not spending enough on bridges. The bridge was less than 10 years old and the best experts were at a loss to explain why it had snapped cleanly in two sending a dozen cars into the watery depths of the river below and how dared anyone suggest that it was a lack of policemen that Had resulted in those two very nasty and well-publicized murders, or that the government should have somehow foreseen the freak hurricane in the west country that had caused so much damage to both people and property. And was it his fault that one of his junior ministers Herbert Chorley had chosen this week to act so peculiarly that he was now going to be spending a lot more time with his family? A grim mood has gripped the country.

The opponent had concluded barely concealing his own broad, grin, and unfortunately, this was perfectly true. The prime minister felt it himself. People really did seem more miserable than usual. Even the weather was dismal all this chilly mist in the middle of July. It wasn’t right, it wasn’t normal.

He turned over. The second page of the memo saw how much longer it went on and gave it up as a bad job stretching his arms above his head. He looked around his office mournfully. It was a handsome room with a fine marble fireplace facing the long sash windows firmly closed against the unseasonable chill. With a slight shiver, the prime minister got up and moved over to the windows looking out at the thin mist that was pressing itself against the glass.

It was then, as he stood with his back to the room, that he heard a soft cough behind him. He froze nose to nose with his own scared, looking reflection in the dark glass. He knew that cough. He had heard it before. He turned very slowly to face the empty room, hello.

He said trying to sound braver than he felt for a brief moment. He allowed himself the impossible hope that nobody would answer him. However, a voice responded at once a crisp, decisive voice that sounded as though it were reading a prepared statement. It was coming as the prime minister had known at the first cough from the frog-like a little man wearing a long silver wig who was depicted in a small and dirty oil painting in the far corner of the room to the prime minister of muggles urgent. We meet kindly respond immediately, sincerely fudge the man in the painting looked in.

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