Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix J.K.Rowl­ing-​Har­ry­Pot­terandthe­OrderoftheP­hoenix­FULL­Ripped­by­many,Com­piled­byT` Chap­ter 1 - Dud­ley De­ment­ed Chap­ter 2 - A Peck of Owls Chap­ter 3 - The Ad­vance Guard Chap­ter 4 - Num­ber Twelve, Grim­mauld Place Chap­ter 5 - The Or­der of the Phoenix Chap­ter 6 - The No­ble and Most An­cient House of Black Chap­ter 7 - The Min­istry of Mag­ic Chap­ter 8 - The Hear­ing Chap­ter 9 - The Woes of Mrs. Weasley Chap­ter 10 - Lu­na Love­good Chap­ter 11 - The Sort­ing Hat's New Song Chap­ter 12 - Pro­fes­sor Um­bridge Chap­ter 13 - De­ten­tion with Do­lores Chap­ter 14 - Per­cy and Pad­foot Chap­ter 15 - The Hog­warts High In­quisi­tor Chap­ter 16 - In the Hog’s Head Chap­ter 17 - Ed­uca­tion­al De­cree Num­ber Twen­ty-​four Chap­ter 18 - Dum­ble­dore's Army Chap­ter 19 - The Li­on and the Ser­pent Chap­ter 20 - Ha­grid's Tale Chap­ter 21 - The Eye of the Snake Chap­ter 22 - St Mun­go's Hos­pi­tal for Mag­ical Mal­adies and In­juries Chap­ter 23 - Christ­mas on the Closed Ward Chap­ter 24 - Oc­clu­men­cy Chap­ter 25 - The Bee­tle at Bay Chap­ter 26 - Seen and Un­fore­seen Chap­ter 27 - The Cen­taur and the Sneak Chap­ter 28 - Snape's Worst Mem­ory

Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix Chapter 20 - Hagrid's Tal e Har­ry sprint­ed up to the boys' dor­mi­to­ries to fetch the In­vis­ibil­ity Cloak and the Ma­raud­er's Map from his trunk; he was so quick that he and Ron were ready to leave at least five min­utes be­fore Hermione hur­ried back down from the girls' dor­mi­to­ries, wear­ing scarf, gloves and one of her own knob­bly elf hats. 'Well, it's cold out there!' she said de­fen­sive­ly, as Ron clicked his tongue im­pa­tient­ly. They crept through the por­trait hole and cov­ered them­selves hasti­ly in the Cloak - Ron had grown so much he now need­ed to crouch to pre­vent his feet show­ing - then, mov­ing slow­ly and cau­tious­ly, they pro­ceed­ed down the many stair­cas­es, paus­ing at in­ter­vals to check on the map for signs of Filch or Mrs. Nor­ris. They were lucky; they saw no­body but Near­ly Head­less Nick, who was glid­ing along ab­sent-​mind­ed­ly hum­ming some­thing that sound­ed hor­ri­bly like 'Weasley is our King'. They crept across the En­trance Hall and out in­to the silent, snowy grounds. With a great leap of his heart, Har­ry saw lit­tle gold­en squares of light ahead and smoke coil­ing up from Ha­grid's chim­ney. He set off at a quick march, the oth­er two jostling and bump­ing along be­hind him. They crunched ex­cit­ed­ly through the thick­en­ing snow un­til at last they reached the wood­en front door. When Har­ry raised his fist and knocked three times, a dog start­ed bark­ing fran­ti­cal­ly in­side. 'Ha­grid, its us!' Har­ry called through the key­hole. 'Shoul­da known!' said a gruff voice. They beamed at each oth­er un­der the Cloak; they could tell by Ha­grid's voice that he was pleased. 'Bin home three sec­onds… out the way, Fang… out the way, yeh dozy dog…' The bolt was drawn back, the door creaked

qui­et­ly. `Keep in touch.' `Har­ry, we'll have you away from there as soon as we can,' Mrs. Weasley whis­pered, hug­ging him again. `We'll see you soon, mate,' said Ron anx­ious­ly, shak­ing Har­ry's hand. `Re­al­ly soon, Har­ry' said Hermione earnest­ly. `We promise.' Har­ry nod­ded. He some­how could not find words to tell them what it meant to him, to see them all ranged there, on his side. In­stead, he smiled, raised a hand in farewell, turned around and led the way out of the sta­tion to­wards the sun­lit street, with Un­cle Ver­non, Aunt Petu­nia and Dud­ley hur­ry­ing along in his wake.