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[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> Draco Malfoy laughed. 'Yes, I can,' said Harry, his fingers clenched tightly around his wand. 'Read the third line of the instructions for me, Potter.'</s> [INST] | Draco Malfoy laughed. 'Yes, I can,' said Harry, his fingers clenched tightly around his wand. 'Read the third line of the instructions for me, Potter.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> Harry squinted at the blackboard; it was not easy to make out the instructions through the haze of multi-coloured steam now filling the dungeon. '"Add powdered moonstone, stir three times counter-clockwise, allow to simmer for seven minutes then add two drops of syrup of hellebore." '</s> [INST] | Harry squinted at the blackboard; it was not easy to make out the instructions through the haze of multi-coloured steam now filling the dungeon. '"Add powdered moonstone, stir three times counter-clockwise, allow to simmer for seven minutes then add two drops of syrup of hellebore." '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> His heart sank. He had not added syrup of hellebore, but had proceeded straight to the fourth line of the instructions after allowing his potion to simmer for seven minutes. 'Did you do everything on the third line, Potter?'</s> [INST] | His heart sank. He had not added syrup of hellebore, but had proceeded straight to the fourth line of the instructions after allowing his potion to simmer for seven minutes. 'Did you do everything on the third line, Potter?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> 'No,' said Harry very quietly. 'I beg your pardon?'</s> [INST] | 'No,' said Harry very quietly. 'I beg your pardon?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> 'No,' said Harry, more loudly. 'I forgot the hellebore.'</s> [INST] | 'No,' said Harry, more loudly. 'I forgot the hellebore.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> 'I know you did, Potter, which means that this mess is utterly worthless. Evanesce.'</s> [INST] | 'I know you did, Potter, which means that this mess is utterly worthless. Evanesce.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> The contents of Harry's potion vanished; he was left standing foolishly beside an empty cauldron. 'Those of you who have managed to read the instructions, fill one flagon with a sample of your potion, label it clearly with your name and bring it up to my desk for testing,' said Snape. 'Homework: twelve inches of parchment on the properties of moonstone and its uses in potion-making, to be handed in on Thursday.'</s> [INST] | The contents of Harry's potion vanished; he was left standing foolishly beside an empty cauldron. 'Those of you who have managed to read the instructions, fill one flagon with a sample of your potion, label it clearly with your name and bring it up to my desk for testing,' said Snape. 'Homework: twelve inches of parchment on the properties of moonstone and its uses in potion-making, to be handed in on Thursday.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> While everyone around him filled their flagons, Harry cleared away his things, seething. He stuffed his wand back into his bag and slumped down on to his seat, watching everyone else march up to Snape's desk with filled and corked flagons. The ceiling had turned an even murkier grey during the morning. Rain was lashing the high windows. 'Your potion wasn't nearly as bad as Goyle's; when he put it in his flagon the whole thing shattered and set his robes on fire.'</s> [INST] | While everyone around him filled their flagons, Harry cleared away his things, seething. He stuffed his wand back into his bag and slumped down on to his seat, watching everyone else march up to Snape's desk with filled and corked flagons. The ceiling had turned an even murkier grey during the morning. Rain was lashing the high windows. 'Your potion wasn't nearly as bad as Goyle's; when he put it in his flagon the whole thing shattered and set his robes on fire.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> 'Yeah, well,' said Harry, glowering at his plate,'since when has Snape ever been fair to me?'</s> [INST] | 'Yeah, well,' said Harry, glowering at his plate,'since when has Snape ever been fair to me?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> Neither of the others answered; all three of them knew that Snape and Harry's mutual enmity had been absolute from the moment Harry had set foot in Hogwarts. 'I mean... you know...' she looked around carefully; there were half a dozen empty seats on either side of them and nobody was passing the table '... 'Anyway, I've always thought Dumbledore was cracked to trust Snape. 'Can't you give it a rest?' said Harry. 'You're always having a go at each other, it's driving me mad.' And abandoning his shepherd's pie, he swung his schoolbag back over his shoulder and left them sitting there. He walked up the marble staircase two steps at a time, past the many students hurrying towards lunch. Serve them right, he thought, why can't they give it a rest... bickering all the time... it's enough to drive anyone up the wall... He passed the large picture of Sir Cadogan the knight on a landing; Sir Cadogan drew his sword and brandished it fiercely at Harry, who ignored him. 'Come back, you scurvy dog! Stand fast and fight!' yelled Sir Cadogan in a muffled voice from behind his visor, but Harry merely walked on and when Sir Cadogan attempted to follow him by running into a neighbouring picture, he was rebuffed by its inhabitant, a large and angry-looking wolfhound. Harry spent the rest of the lunch hour sitting alone underneath the trapdoor at the top of North Tower. Consequently, he was the first to ascend the silver ladder that led to Sybill Trelawney's classroom when the bell rang. After Potions, Divination was Harry's least favourite class, which was due mainly to Professor Trelawney's habit of predicting his premature death every few lessons. A thin woman, heavily draped in shawls and glittering with strings of beads, she always reminded Harry of some kind of insect, with her glasses hugely magnifying her eyes. She was busy putting copies of battered leather-bound books on each of the spindly little</s> [INST] | Neither of the others answered; all three of them knew that Snape and Harry's mutual enmity had been absolute from the moment Harry had set foot in Hogwarts. 'I mean... you know...' she looked around carefully; there were half a dozen empty seats on either side of them and nobody was passing the table '... 'Anyway, I've always thought Dumbledore was cracked to trust Snape. 'Can't you give it a rest?' said Harry. 'You're always having a go at each other, it's driving me mad.' And abandoning his shepherd's pie, he swung his schoolbag back over his shoulder and left them sitting there. He walked up the marble staircase two steps at a time, past the many students hurrying towards lunch. Serve them right, he thought, why can't they give it a rest... bickering all the time... it's enough to drive anyone up the wall... He passed the large picture of Sir Cadogan the knight on a landing; Sir Cadogan drew his sword and brandished it fiercely at Harry, who ignored him. 'Come back, you scurvy dog! Stand fast and fight!' yelled Sir Cadogan in a muffled voice from behind his visor, but Harry merely walked on and when Sir Cadogan attempted to follow him by running into a neighbouring picture, he was rebuffed by its inhabitant, a large and angry-looking wolfhound. Harry spent the rest of the lunch hour sitting alone underneath the trapdoor at the top of North Tower. Consequently, he was the first to ascend the silver ladder that led to Sybill Trelawney's classroom when the bell rang. After Potions, Divination was Harry's least favourite class, which was due mainly to Professor Trelawney's habit of predicting his premature death every few lessons. A thin woman, heavily draped in shawls and glittering with strings of beads, she always reminded Harry of some kind of insect, with her glasses hugely magnifying her eyes. She was busy putting copies of battered leather-bound books on each of the spindly little</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> with which her room was littered when Harry entered the room, but the light cast by the lamps covered by scarves and the low-burning, sickly-scented fire was so dim she appeared not to notice him as he took a seat in the shadows. The rest of the class arrived over the next five minutes. 'Good,' grunted Harry. 'But I reckon she's right. It's not our fault how Seamus and Snape treat you.'</s> [INST] | with which her room was littered when Harry entered the room, but the light cast by the lamps covered by scarves and the low-burning, sickly-scented fire was so dim she appeared not to notice him as he took a seat in the shadows. The rest of the class arrived over the next five minutes. 'Good,' grunted Harry. 'But I reckon she's right. It's not our fault how Seamus and Snape treat you.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> 'I never said it - '</s> [INST] | 'I never said it - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> 'Good-day,' said Professor Trelawney in her usual misty, dreamy voice, and Harry broke off, again feeling both annoyed and slightly ashamed of himself. 'And welcome back to Divination. I have, of course, been following your fortunes most carefully over the holidays, and am delighted to see that you have all returned to Hogwarts safely - as, of course, I knew you would. 'You will find on the tables before you copies of The Dream Oracle, by Inigo Imago. Dream interpretation is a most important means of divining the future and one that may very probably be tested in your OWL. Not, of course, that I believe examination passes or failures are of the remotest importance when it comes to the sacred art of divination. If you have the Seeing Eye, certificates and grades matter very little. However, the Headmaster likes you to sit the examination, so...'</s> [INST] | 'Good-day,' said Professor Trelawney in her usual misty, dreamy voice, and Harry broke off, again feeling both annoyed and slightly ashamed of himself. 'And welcome back to Divination. I have, of course, been following your fortunes most carefully over the holidays, and am delighted to see that you have all returned to Hogwarts safely - as, of course, I knew you would. 'You will find on the tables before you copies of The Dream Oracle, by Inigo Imago. Dream interpretation is a most important means of divining the future and one that may very probably be tested in your OWL. Not, of course, that I believe examination passes or failures are of the remotest importance when it comes to the sacred art of divination. If you have the Seeing Eye, certificates and grades matter very little. However, the Headmaster likes you to sit the examination, so...'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> Her voice trailed away delicately, leaving them all in no doubt that Professor Trelawney considered her subject above such sordid matters as examinations. Turn, please, to the introduction and read what Imago has to say on the matter of dream interpretation. Then, divide into pairs. Use The Dream Oracle to interpret each other's most recent dreams. Carry on.'</s> [INST] | Her voice trailed away delicately, leaving them all in no doubt that Professor Trelawney considered her subject above such sordid matters as examinations. Turn, please, to the introduction and read what Imago has to say on the matter of dream interpretation. Then, divide into pairs. Use The Dream Oracle to interpret each other's most recent dreams. Carry on.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> The one good thing to be said for this lesson was that it was not a double period. By the time they had all finished reading the introduction of the book, they had barely ten minutes left for dream interpretation. He was not going to share his dreams with anyone. 'What d'you reckon that means?'</s> [INST] | The one good thing to be said for this lesson was that it was not a double period. By the time they had all finished reading the introduction of the book, they had barely ten minutes left for dream interpretation. He was not going to share his dreams with anyone. 'What d'you reckon that means?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> 'Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something,' said Harry, turning the pages of The Dream Oracle without interest. It was very dull work looking up bits of dreams in the Oracle and Harry was not cheered up when Professor Trelawney set them the task of keeping a dream diary for a month as homework. 'D'you realise how much homework we've got already? Binns set us a foot-and-a-half-long essay on giant wars, Snape wants a foot on the use of moonstones, and now we've got a month's dream diary from Trelawney! Fred and George weren't wrong about OWL year, were they? That Umbridge woman had better not give us any...'</s> [INST] | 'Probably that you're going to be eaten by a giant marshmallow or something,' said Harry, turning the pages of The Dream Oracle without interest. It was very dull work looking up bits of dreams in the Oracle and Harry was not cheered up when Professor Trelawney set them the task of keeping a dream diary for a month as homework. 'D'you realise how much homework we've got already? Binns set us a foot-and-a-half-long essay on giant wars, Snape wants a foot on the use of moonstones, and now we've got a month's dream diary from Trelawney! Fred and George weren't wrong about OWL year, were they? That Umbridge woman had better not give us any...'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> When they entered the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom they found Professor Umbridge already seated at the teachers desk, wearing the fluffy pink cardigan of the night before and the black velvet bow on top of her head. Harry was again reminded forcibly of a large fly perched unwisely on top of an even larger toad. The class was quiet as it entered the room; Professor Umbridge was, as yet, an unknown quantity and nobody knew how strict a disciplinarian she was likely to be. 'Well, good afternoon!' she said, when finally the whole class had sat down. A few people mumbled 'good afternoon' in reply. 'Tut, tut,' said Professor Umbridge. 'That won't do, now, will it? I should like you, please, to reply "Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge". One more time, please. Good afternoon, class!'</s> [INST] | When they entered the Defence Against the Dark Arts classroom they found Professor Umbridge already seated at the teachers desk, wearing the fluffy pink cardigan of the night before and the black velvet bow on top of her head. Harry was again reminded forcibly of a large fly perched unwisely on top of an even larger toad. The class was quiet as it entered the room; Professor Umbridge was, as yet, an unknown quantity and nobody knew how strict a disciplinarian she was likely to be. 'Well, good afternoon!' she said, when finally the whole class had sat down. A few people mumbled 'good afternoon' in reply. 'Tut, tut,' said Professor Umbridge. 'That won't do, now, will it? I should like you, please, to reply "Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge". One more time, please. Good afternoon, class!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge,' they chanted back at her. There, now,' said Professor Umbridge sweetly. That wasn't too difficult, was it? Wands away and quills out, please.'</s> [INST] | 'Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge,' they chanted back at her. There, now,' said Professor Umbridge sweetly. That wasn't too difficult, was it? Wands away and quills out, please.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> Many of the class exchanged gloomy looks; the order 'wands away' had never yet been followed by a lesson they had found interesting. Harry shoved his wand back inside his bag and pulled cut quill, ink and parchment. Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, extracted her own wand, which was an unusually short one, and tapped the blackboard sharply with it; words appeared on the board at once:</s> [INST] | Many of the class exchanged gloomy looks; the order 'wands away' had never yet been followed by a lesson they had found interesting. Harry shoved his wand back inside his bag and pulled cut quill, ink and parchment. Professor Umbridge opened her handbag, extracted her own wand, which was an unusually short one, and tapped the blackboard sharply with it; words appeared on the board at once:</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> Defence Against the Dark Arts</s> [INST] | Defence Against the Dark Arts</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> A Return to Basic Principles</s> [INST] | A Return to Basic Principles</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> 'Well now, your teaching in this subject has been rather disrupted and fragmented, hasn't it?' stated Professor Umbridge, turning to face the class with her hands clasped neatly in front of her. The constant changing of teachers, many of whom do not seem to have followed any Ministry-approved curriculum, has unfortunately resulted in your being far below the standard we would expect to see in your OWL year. 'You will be pleased to know, however, that these problems are now to be rectified. We will be following a carefully structured, theory-centred, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic this year. Copy down the following, please.'</s> [INST] | 'Well now, your teaching in this subject has been rather disrupted and fragmented, hasn't it?' stated Professor Umbridge, turning to face the class with her hands clasped neatly in front of her. The constant changing of teachers, many of whom do not seem to have followed any Ministry-approved curriculum, has unfortunately resulted in your being far below the standard we would expect to see in your OWL year. 'You will be pleased to know, however, that these problems are now to be rectified. We will be following a carefully structured, theory-centred, Ministry-approved course of defensive magic this year. Copy down the following, please.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> She rapped the blackboard again; the first message vanished and was replaced by the 'Course Aims'. 1. Understanding the principles underlying defensive magic. 2. Learning to recognise situations in which defensive magic can legally</s> [INST] | She rapped the blackboard again; the first message vanished and was replaced by the 'Course Aims'. 1. Understanding the principles underlying defensive magic. 2. Learning to recognise situations in which defensive magic can legally</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> he used</s> [INST] | he used</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> 3. Placing the use of defensive magic in a context for practical use. For a couple of minutes the room was full of the sound of scratching quills on parchment. When everyone had copied down Professor Umbridge's three course aims she asked, 'Has everybody got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?'</s> [INST] | 3. Placing the use of defensive magic in a context for practical use. For a couple of minutes the room was full of the sound of scratching quills on parchment. When everyone had copied down Professor Umbridge's three course aims she asked, 'Has everybody got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 13> <s> There was a dull murmur of assent throughout the class. 'I think we'll try that again,' said Professor Umbridge. 'When I ask you a question, I should like you to reply, "Yes, Professor Umbridge", or "No, Professor Umbridge'. So: has everyone got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?'</s> [INST] | There was a dull murmur of assent throughout the class. 'I think we'll try that again,' said Professor Umbridge. 'When I ask you a question, I should like you to reply, "Yes, Professor Umbridge", or "No, Professor Umbridge'. So: has everyone got a copy of Defensive Magical Theory by Wilbert Slinkhard?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> Professor Umbridge left the blackboard and settled herself in the chair behind the teacher's desk, observing them all closely with those pouchy toad's eyes. Harry turned to page five of his copy of Defensive Magical Theory and started to read. It was desperately dull, quite as bad as listening to Professor Binns. He felt his concentration sliding away from him; he had soon read the same line half a dozen times without taking in more than the first few words. Several silent minutes passed. Harry looked right and received a surprise to shake him out of his torpor. She was staring fixedly at Professor Umbridge with her hand in the air. He looked at her enquiringly, but she merely shook her head slightly to indicate that she was not about to answer questions, and continued to stare at Professor Umbridge, who was looking just as resolutely in another direction. 'Well, we're reading just now,' said Professor Umbridge, showing her small pointed teeth. Professor Umbridge raised her eyebrows. 'Well, Miss Granger, I think the course aims are perfectly clear if you read them through carefully' said Professor Umbridge in a voice of determined sweetness. There's nothing written up there about using defensive spells.'</s> [INST] | Professor Umbridge left the blackboard and settled herself in the chair behind the teacher's desk, observing them all closely with those pouchy toad's eyes. Harry turned to page five of his copy of Defensive Magical Theory and started to read. It was desperately dull, quite as bad as listening to Professor Binns. He felt his concentration sliding away from him; he had soon read the same line half a dozen times without taking in more than the first few words. Several silent minutes passed. Harry looked right and received a surprise to shake him out of his torpor. She was staring fixedly at Professor Umbridge with her hand in the air. He looked at her enquiringly, but she merely shook her head slightly to indicate that she was not about to answer questions, and continued to stare at Professor Umbridge, who was looking just as resolutely in another direction. 'Well, we're reading just now,' said Professor Umbridge, showing her small pointed teeth. Professor Umbridge raised her eyebrows. 'Well, Miss Granger, I think the course aims are perfectly clear if you read them through carefully' said Professor Umbridge in a voice of determined sweetness. There's nothing written up there about using defensive spells.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> There was a short silence in which many members of the class turned their heads to frown at the three course aims still written on the blackboard. 'Using defensive spells?' Professor Umbridge repeated with a little laugh. 'Why, I can't imagine any situation arising in my classroom that would require you to use a defensive spell, Miss Granger. Professor Umbridge, smiling still more widely, turned her back or. him. Professor Umbridge's pouchy eyes lingerec. 'Yes, Miss Granger? 'Surely the whole point of Defence Against the Dark Arts is to practise defensive spells?'</s> [INST] | There was a short silence in which many members of the class turned their heads to frown at the three course aims still written on the blackboard. 'Using defensive spells?' Professor Umbridge repeated with a little laugh. 'Why, I can't imagine any situation arising in my classroom that would require you to use a defensive spell, Miss Granger. Professor Umbridge, smiling still more widely, turned her back or. him. Professor Umbridge's pouchy eyes lingerec. 'Yes, Miss Granger? 'Surely the whole point of Defence Against the Dark Arts is to practise defensive spells?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'Are you a Ministry-trained educational expert, Miss Granger?' asked Professor Umbridge, in her falsely sweet voice. 'No, but - '</s> [INST] | 'Are you a Ministry-trained educational expert, Miss Granger?' asked Professor Umbridge, in her falsely sweet voice. 'No, but - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'Well then, I'm afraid you are not qualified to decide what the "whole point" of any class is. Wizards much older and cleverer than you have devised our new programme of study. You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way - '</s> [INST] | 'Well then, I'm afraid you are not qualified to decide what the "whole point" of any class is. Wizards much older and cleverer than you have devised our new programme of study. You will be learning about defensive spells in a secure, risk-free way - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'What use is that?' said Harry loudly. 'If we're going to be attacked, it won't be in a - '</s> [INST] | 'What use is that?' said Harry loudly. 'If we're going to be attacked, it won't be in a - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'Hand, Mr Potter!' sang Professor Umbridge. Harry thrust his fist in the air. Again, Professor Umbridge promptly turned away from him, but now several other people had their hands up, too. 'And your name is?' Professor Umbridge said to Dean. 'Dean Thomas.'</s> [INST] | 'Hand, Mr Potter!' sang Professor Umbridge. Harry thrust his fist in the air. Again, Professor Umbridge promptly turned away from him, but now several other people had their hands up, too. 'And your name is?' Professor Umbridge said to Dean. 'Dean Thomas.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'Well, Mr Thomas?'</s> [INST] | 'Well, Mr Thomas?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'Well, it's like Harry said, isn't it?' said Dean. 'If we're going to be attacked, it won't be risk free.'</s> [INST] | 'Well, it's like Harry said, isn't it?' said Dean. 'If we're going to be attacked, it won't be risk free.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'I repeat,' said Professor Umbridge, smiling in a very irritating fashion at Dean, 'do you expect to be attacked during my classes?'</s> [INST] | 'I repeat,' said Professor Umbridge, smiling in a very irritating fashion at Dean, 'do you expect to be attacked during my classes?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'No, but - '</s> [INST] | 'No, but - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> Professor Umbridge talked over him. 'I do not wish to criticise the way things have been run in this school,' she said, an unconvincing smile stretching her wide mouth, 'but you have been exposed to some very irresponsible wizards in this class, very irresponsible indeed - not to mention,' she gave a nasty little laugh, 'extremely dangerous half-breeds.'</s> [INST] | Professor Umbridge talked over him. 'I do not wish to criticise the way things have been run in this school,' she said, an unconvincing smile stretching her wide mouth, 'but you have been exposed to some very irresponsible wizards in this class, very irresponsible indeed - not to mention,' she gave a nasty little laugh, 'extremely dangerous half-breeds.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'If you mean Professor Lupin,' piped up Dean angrily, 'he was the best we ever -</s> [INST] | 'If you mean Professor Lupin,' piped up Dean angrily, 'he was the best we ever -</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'Hand, Mr Thomas! As I was saying - you have been introduced to spells that have been complex, inappropriate to your age group and potentially lethal. Professor Umbridge turned away from her. 'It is my understanding that my predecessor not only performed illegal curses in front of you, he actually performed them on you.'</s> [INST] | 'Hand, Mr Thomas! As I was saying - you have been introduced to spells that have been complex, inappropriate to your age group and potentially lethal. Professor Umbridge turned away from her. 'It is my understanding that my predecessor not only performed illegal curses in front of you, he actually performed them on you.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'Well, he turned out to be a maniac, didn't he?' said Dean hotly. 'Mind you, we still learned loads.'</s> [INST] | 'Well, he turned out to be a maniac, didn't he?' said Dean hotly. 'Mind you, we still learned loads.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'Your hand is not up, Mr Thomas!' trilled Professor Umbridge. 'Now, it is the view of the Ministry that a theoretical knowledge will be more than sufficient to get you through your examination, which, after all, is what school is all about. And your name is?' she added, staring at Parvati, whose hand had just shot up. 'Parvati Patil, and isn't there a practical bit in our Defence Against</s> [INST] | 'Your hand is not up, Mr Thomas!' trilled Professor Umbridge. 'Now, it is the view of the Ministry that a theoretical knowledge will be more than sufficient to get you through your examination, which, after all, is what school is all about. And your name is?' she added, staring at Parvati, whose hand had just shot up. 'Parvati Patil, and isn't there a practical bit in our Defence Against</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> the Dark Arts OWL? Aren't we supposed to show that we can actually do the counter-curses and things?'</s> [INST] | the Dark Arts OWL? Aren't we supposed to show that we can actually do the counter-curses and things?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> As long as you have studied the theory hard enough, there is no reason why you should not be able to perform the spells under carefully controlled examination conditions,' said Professor Umbridge dismissively. 'Without ever practising them beforehand?' said Parvati incredulously. Are you telling us that the first time we'll get to do the spells will be during our exam?'</s> [INST] | As long as you have studied the theory hard enough, there is no reason why you should not be able to perform the spells under carefully controlled examination conditions,' said Professor Umbridge dismissively. 'Without ever practising them beforehand?' said Parvati incredulously. Are you telling us that the first time we'll get to do the spells will be during our exam?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'I repeat, as long as you have studied the theory hard enough - '</s> [INST] | 'I repeat, as long as you have studied the theory hard enough - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> And what good's theory going to be in the real world?' said Harry loudly, his fist in the air again. Professor Umbridge looked up. 'This is school, Mr Potter, not the real world,' she said softly. 'So we're not supposed to be prepared for what's waiting for us out there?'</s> [INST] | And what good's theory going to be in the real world?' said Harry loudly, his fist in the air again. Professor Umbridge looked up. 'This is school, Mr Potter, not the real world,' she said softly. 'So we're not supposed to be prepared for what's waiting for us out there?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'There is nothing waiting out there, Mr Potter.'</s> [INST] | 'There is nothing waiting out there, Mr Potter.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'Oh, yeah?' said Harry. His temper, which seemed to have been bubbling just beneath the surface all day, was reaching boiling point. 'Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourselves?' enquired Professor Umbridge in a horribly honeyed voice. 'Hmm, let's think...' said Harry in a mock thoughtful voice. 'Maybe... Professor Umbridge, however, did not flinch. She was staring at Harry with a grimly satisfied expression on her face. 'Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr Potter.'</s> [INST] | 'Oh, yeah?' said Harry. His temper, which seemed to have been bubbling just beneath the surface all day, was reaching boiling point. 'Who do you imagine wants to attack children like yourselves?' enquired Professor Umbridge in a horribly honeyed voice. 'Hmm, let's think...' said Harry in a mock thoughtful voice. 'Maybe... Professor Umbridge, however, did not flinch. She was staring at Harry with a grimly satisfied expression on her face. 'Ten points from Gryffindor, Mr Potter.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> The classroom was silent and still. Everyone was staring at either Umbridge or Harry. 'Now, let me make a few things quite plain.'</s> [INST] | The classroom was silent and still. Everyone was staring at either Umbridge or Harry. 'Now, let me make a few things quite plain.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> Professor Umbridge stood up and leaned towards them, her stubby-fingered hands splayed on her desk. 'You have been told that a certain Dark wizard has returned from the dead - '</s> [INST] | Professor Umbridge stood up and leaned towards them, her stubby-fingered hands splayed on her desk. 'You have been told that a certain Dark wizard has returned from the dead - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'He wasn't dead,' said Harry angrily, 'but yeah, he's returned!'</s> [INST] | 'He wasn't dead,' said Harry angrily, 'but yeah, he's returned!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'Mr-Potter-you-have-already-lost-your-house-ten-points-do-not-make-matters-worse-for-yourself,' said Professor Umbridge in one breath without looking at him. 'As I was saying, you have been informed that a certain Dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie.'</s> [INST] | 'Mr-Potter-you-have-already-lost-your-house-ten-points-do-not-make-matters-worse-for-yourself,' said Professor Umbridge in one breath without looking at him. 'As I was saying, you have been informed that a certain Dark wizard is at large once again. This is a lie.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'It is NOT a lie!' said Harry. 'I saw him, I fought him!'</s> [INST] | 'It is NOT a lie!' said Harry. 'I saw him, I fought him!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'Detention, Mr Potter!' said Professor Umbridge triumphantly. Tomorrow evening. Five o'clock. My office. I repeat, this is a lie. The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you are not in danger from any Dark wizard. If you are still worried, by all means come and see me outside class hours. If someone is alarming you with fibs about reborn Dark wizards, I would like to hear about it. I am here to help. I am your friend. And now, you will kindly continue your reading. Page five, "Basics for Beginners".'</s> [INST] | 'Detention, Mr Potter!' said Professor Umbridge triumphantly. Tomorrow evening. Five o'clock. My office. I repeat, this is a lie. The Ministry of Magic guarantees that you are not in danger from any Dark wizard. If you are still worried, by all means come and see me outside class hours. If someone is alarming you with fibs about reborn Dark wizards, I would like to hear about it. I am here to help. I am your friend. And now, you will kindly continue your reading. Page five, "Basics for Beginners".'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> Professor Umbridge sat down behind her desk. Harry, however, stood up. Everyone was staring at him; Seamus looked half-scared, half-fascinated. 'So, according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord, did he?' Harry asked, his voice shaking. They stared avidly from Harry to Professor Umbridge, who had raised her eyes and was staring at him without a trace of a fake smile on her face. 'Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident,' she said coldly. 'It was murder,' said Harry. He could feel himself shaking. He had hardly spoken to anyone about this, least of all thirty eagerly listening classmates. 'Voldemort killed him and you know it.'</s> [INST] | Professor Umbridge sat down behind her desk. Harry, however, stood up. Everyone was staring at him; Seamus looked half-scared, half-fascinated. 'So, according to you, Cedric Diggory dropped dead of his own accord, did he?' Harry asked, his voice shaking. They stared avidly from Harry to Professor Umbridge, who had raised her eyes and was staring at him without a trace of a fake smile on her face. 'Cedric Diggory's death was a tragic accident,' she said coldly. 'It was murder,' said Harry. He could feel himself shaking. He had hardly spoken to anyone about this, least of all thirty eagerly listening classmates. 'Voldemort killed him and you know it.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> Professor Umbridge's face was quite blank. For a moment, Harry thought she was going to scream at him. He could feel the rest of the class holding its breath. He felt so angry he did not care what happened next. Professor Umbridge pulled a small roll of pink parchment out of her handbag, stretched it out on the desk, dipped her quill into a bottle of ink and started scribbling, hunched over so that Harry could not see what she was writing. Nobody spoke. After a minute or so she rolled up the parchment and tapped it with her wand; it sealed itself seamlessly so that he could not open it. Take this to Professor McGonagall, dear,' said Professor Umbridge, holding out the note to him. He walked very fast along the corridor, the note to McGonagall clutched tight in his hand, and turning a corner walked slap into Peeves the poltergeist, a wide-mouthed little man floating on his back in midair, juggling several inkwells. 'Why, it's Potty Wee Potter!' cackled Peeves, allowing two of the inkwells to fall to the ground where they smashed and spattered the walls with ink; Harry jumped backwards out of the way with a snarl. 'Get out of it, Peeves.'</s> [INST] | Professor Umbridge's face was quite blank. For a moment, Harry thought she was going to scream at him. He could feel the rest of the class holding its breath. He felt so angry he did not care what happened next. Professor Umbridge pulled a small roll of pink parchment out of her handbag, stretched it out on the desk, dipped her quill into a bottle of ink and started scribbling, hunched over so that Harry could not see what she was writing. Nobody spoke. After a minute or so she rolled up the parchment and tapped it with her wand; it sealed itself seamlessly so that he could not open it. Take this to Professor McGonagall, dear,' said Professor Umbridge, holding out the note to him. He walked very fast along the corridor, the note to McGonagall clutched tight in his hand, and turning a corner walked slap into Peeves the poltergeist, a wide-mouthed little man floating on his back in midair, juggling several inkwells. 'Why, it's Potty Wee Potter!' cackled Peeves, allowing two of the inkwells to fall to the ground where they smashed and spattered the walls with ink; Harry jumped backwards out of the way with a snarl. 'Get out of it, Peeves.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'Oooh, Crackpot's feeling cranky,' said Peeves, pursuing Harry along the corridor, leering as he zoomed along above him. 'What is; it this time, my fine Potty friend? Hearing voices? Seeing visions? Speaking in -'Peeves blew a gigantic raspberry '- tongues?'</s> [INST] | 'Oooh, Crackpot's feeling cranky,' said Peeves, pursuing Harry along the corridor, leering as he zoomed along above him. 'What is; it this time, my fine Potty friend? Hearing voices? Seeing visions? Speaking in -'Peeves blew a gigantic raspberry '- tongues?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'I said, leave me ALONE!' Harry shouted, running down the nearest flight of stairs, but Peeves merely slid down the banister on his back beside him. 'Oh, most think he's barking, the potty wee lad,</s> [INST] | 'I said, leave me ALONE!' Harry shouted, running down the nearest flight of stairs, but Peeves merely slid down the banister on his back beside him. 'Oh, most think he's barking, the potty wee lad,</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> But some are more kindly and think he's just sad,</s> [INST] | But some are more kindly and think he's just sad,</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> But Peevesy knows better and says that he's mad - '</s> [INST] | But Peevesy knows better and says that he's mad - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'SHUT UP!'</s> [INST] | 'SHUT UP!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> A door to his left flew open and Professor McGonagall emerged from her office looking grim and slightly harassed. 'What on earth are you shouting about, Potter?' she snapped, as Peeves cackled gleefully and zoomed out of sight. 'Why aren't you in class?'</s> [INST] | A door to his left flew open and Professor McGonagall emerged from her office looking grim and slightly harassed. 'What on earth are you shouting about, Potter?' she snapped, as Peeves cackled gleefully and zoomed out of sight. 'Why aren't you in class?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'I've been sent to see you,' said Harry stiffly. 'Sent? What do you mean, sent?'</s> [INST] | 'I've been sent to see you,' said Harry stiffly. 'Sent? What do you mean, sent?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> He held out the note from Professor Umbridge. Professor McGonagall took it from him, frowning, slit it open with a tap of her wand, stretched it out and began to read. Her eyes zoomed from side to side behind their square spectacles as she read what Umbridge had written, and with each line they became narrower. 'Come in here, Potter.'</s> [INST] | He held out the note from Professor Umbridge. Professor McGonagall took it from him, frowning, slit it open with a tap of her wand, stretched it out and began to read. Her eyes zoomed from side to side behind their square spectacles as she read what Umbridge had written, and with each line they became narrower. 'Come in here, Potter.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> He followed her inside her study. The door closed automatically behind him. 'Well?' said Professor McGonagall, rounding on him. "Is this true?'</s> [INST] | He followed her inside her study. The door closed automatically behind him. 'Well?' said Professor McGonagall, rounding on him. "Is this true?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'Is what true?' Harry asked, rather more aggressively than he had intended. 'Professor?' he added, in an attempt to sound more polite. 'Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?'</s> [INST] | 'Is what true?' Harry asked, rather more aggressively than he had intended. 'Professor?' he added, in an attempt to sound more polite. 'Is it true that you shouted at Professor Umbridge?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'Yes,' said Harry. 'You called her a liar?'</s> [INST] | 'Yes,' said Harry. 'You called her a liar?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'Yes.'</s> [INST] | 'Yes.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'You told her He Who Must Not Be Named is back?'</s> [INST] | 'You told her He Who Must Not Be Named is back?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'Yes.'</s> [INST] | 'Yes.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk, watching Harry closely. Then she said, 'Have a biscuit, Potter.'</s> [INST] | Professor McGonagall sat down behind her desk, watching Harry closely. Then she said, 'Have a biscuit, Potter.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'Have - what?'</s> [INST] | 'Have - what?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'Have a biscuit,' she repeated impatiently, indicating a tartan tin lying on top of one of the piles of papers on her desk. 'And sit down.'</s> [INST] | 'Have a biscuit,' she repeated impatiently, indicating a tartan tin lying on top of one of the piles of papers on her desk. 'And sit down.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> There had been a previous occasion when Harry, expecting to be caned by Professor McGonagall, had instead been appointed by her to the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He sank into a chair opposite her and helped himself to a Ginger Newt, feeling just as confused and wrong-footed as he had done on that occasion. Professor McGonagall set down Professor Umbridge's note and looked very seriously at Harry. 'Potter, you need to be careful.'</s> [INST] | There had been a previous occasion when Harry, expecting to be caned by Professor McGonagall, had instead been appointed by her to the Gryffindor Quidditch team. He sank into a chair opposite her and helped himself to a Ginger Newt, feeling just as confused and wrong-footed as he had done on that occasion. Professor McGonagall set down Professor Umbridge's note and looked very seriously at Harry. 'Potter, you need to be careful.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> Harry swallowed his mouthful of Ginger Newt and stared at her. Her tone of voice was not at all what he was used to; it was not brisk, crisp and stern; it was low and anxious and somehow much more human than usual. 'Misbehaviour in Dolores Umbridge's class could cost you much more than house points and a detention.'</s> [INST] | Harry swallowed his mouthful of Ginger Newt and stared at her. Her tone of voice was not at all what he was used to; it was not brisk, crisp and stern; it was low and anxious and somehow much more human than usual. 'Misbehaviour in Dolores Umbridge's class could cost you much more than house points and a detention.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'What do you -?'</s> [INST] | 'What do you -?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'Potter, use your common sense,' snapped Professor McGonagall, with an abrupt return to her usual manner. 'You know where she comes from, you must know to whom she is reporting.'</s> [INST] | 'Potter, use your common sense,' snapped Professor McGonagall, with an abrupt return to her usual manner. 'You know where she comes from, you must know to whom she is reporting.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> The bell rang for the end of the lesson. Overhead and all around came the elephantine sounds of hundreds of students on the move. 'It says here she's given you detention every evening this week, starting tomorrow,' Professor McGonagall said, looking down at Umbridge's note again. 'Every evening this week!' Harry repeated, horrified. 'But, Professor, couldn't you -?'</s> [INST] | The bell rang for the end of the lesson. Overhead and all around came the elephantine sounds of hundreds of students on the move. 'It says here she's given you detention every evening this week, starting tomorrow,' Professor McGonagall said, looking down at Umbridge's note again. 'Every evening this week!' Harry repeated, horrified. 'But, Professor, couldn't you -?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'No, I couldn't,' said Professor McGonagall flatly. 'But - '</s> [INST] | 'No, I couldn't,' said Professor McGonagall flatly. 'But - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'She is your teacher and has every right to give you detention. You will go to her room at five o'clock tomorrow for the first one. Just remember: tread carefully around Dolores Umbridge.'</s> [INST] | 'She is your teacher and has every right to give you detention. You will go to her room at five o'clock tomorrow for the first one. Just remember: tread carefully around Dolores Umbridge.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'But I was telling the truth!' said Harry, outraged. 'Voldemort is back, you know he is; Professor Dumbledore knows he is - '</s> [INST] | 'But I was telling the truth!' said Harry, outraged. 'Voldemort is back, you know he is; Professor Dumbledore knows he is - '</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'For heaven's sake, Potter!' said Professor McGonagall, straightening her glasses angrily (she had winced horribly when he had used Voldemort's name). 'Do you really think this is about truth or lies? It's about keeping your head down and your temper under control!'</s> [INST] | 'For heaven's sake, Potter!' said Professor McGonagall, straightening her glasses angrily (she had winced horribly when he had used Voldemort's name). 'Do you really think this is about truth or lies? It's about keeping your head down and your temper under control!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> She stood up, nostrils wide and mouth very thin, and Harry stood up, too. 'Have another biscuit,' she said irritably, thrusting the tin at him. 'No, thanks,' said Harry coldly. 'Don't be ridiculous,' she snapped. He took one. Thanks,' he said grudgingly. 'Didn't you listen to Dolores Umbridge's speech at the start-of-term feast, Potter?'</s> [INST] | She stood up, nostrils wide and mouth very thin, and Harry stood up, too. 'Have another biscuit,' she said irritably, thrusting the tin at him. 'No, thanks,' said Harry coldly. 'Don't be ridiculous,' she snapped. He took one. Thanks,' he said grudgingly. 'Didn't you listen to Dolores Umbridge's speech at the start-of-term feast, Potter?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 14> <s> 'Yeah,' said Harry. 'Yeah... she said... progress will be prohibited or... well, it meant that... that the Ministry of Magic is trying to interfere at Hogwarts.'</s> [INST] | 'Yeah,' said Harry. 'Yeah... she said... progress will be prohibited or... well, it meant that... that the Ministry of Magic is trying to interfere at Hogwarts.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 15> <s> Dentention with Delores</s> [INST] | Dentention with Delores</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 15> <s> Dinner in the Great Hall that night was not a pleasant experience for Harry. The news about his shouting match with Umbridge had travelled exceptionally fast even by Hogwarts' standards. The funny thing was that none of the whisperers seemed to mind him overhearing what they were saying about him. On the contrary, it was as though they were hoping he would get angry and start shouting again, so that they could hear his story first-hand. 'He says he saw Cedric Diggory murdered...'</s> [INST] | Dinner in the Great Hall that night was not a pleasant experience for Harry. The news about his shouting match with Umbridge had travelled exceptionally fast even by Hogwarts' standards. The funny thing was that none of the whisperers seemed to mind him overhearing what they were saying about him. On the contrary, it was as though they were hoping he would get angry and start shouting again, so that they could hear his story first-hand. 'He says he saw Cedric Diggory murdered...'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 15> <s> 'He reckons he duelled with You-Know-Who...'</s> [INST] | 'He reckons he duelled with You-Know-Who...'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 15> <s> 'Come off it...'</s> [INST] | 'Come off it...'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 15> <s> 'Who does he think he's kidding?'</s> [INST] | 'Who does he think he's kidding?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 15> <s> 'Pur-lease...'</s> [INST] | 'Pur-lease...'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 15> <s> 'What I don't get,' said Harry through clenched teeth, laying down his knife and fork (his hands were shaking too much to hold them steady), 'is why they all believed the story two months ago when Dumbledore told them.. People stared s t them all the way out of the Hall. 'You arrived back in the middle of the lawn clutching Cedric's dead body... none of us saw what what happened in the maze... we just had Dumbledore's word for it that You-Know-Who had come back and killed Cedric and fought you.'</s> [INST] | 'What I don't get,' said Harry through clenched teeth, laying down his knife and fork (his hands were shaking too much to hold them steady), 'is why they all believed the story two months ago when Dumbledore told them.. People stared s t them all the way out of the Hall. 'You arrived back in the middle of the lawn clutching Cedric's dead body... none of us saw what what happened in the maze... we just had Dumbledore's word for it that You-Know-Who had come back and killed Cedric and fought you.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 15> <s> 'Which is the truth!' said Harry loudly. 'It's just that before the truth could sink in, everyone went home for the summer, where they spent two months reading about how you're a nutcase and Dumbledore's going senile!'</s> [INST] | 'Which is the truth!' said Harry loudly. 'It's just that before the truth could sink in, everyone went home for the summer, where they spent two months reading about how you're a nutcase and Dumbledore's going senile!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 15> <s> Rain pounded on the windowpanes as they strode along the empty corridors back to Gryffindor Tower. Harry felt as though his first day had lasted a week, but he still had a mountain of homework to do before bed. A dull pounding pain was developing over his right eye. He glanced out of a rain-washed window at the dark grounds as they turned into the Fat Lady's corridor. There was still no light in Hagrid's cabin. The portrait swung open to reveal the hole behind it and the three of them scrambled through it. The common room was almost empty; nearly everyone was still down at dinner. Harry gazed into the flames, feeling drained and exhausted. She pounded the arms of her chair in fury, so that bits of stuffing leaked out of the holes. 'How can he let that terrible woman teach us? And in our OWL year, too!'</s> [INST] | Rain pounded on the windowpanes as they strode along the empty corridors back to Gryffindor Tower. Harry felt as though his first day had lasted a week, but he still had a mountain of homework to do before bed. A dull pounding pain was developing over his right eye. He glanced out of a rain-washed window at the dark grounds as they turned into the Fat Lady's corridor. There was still no light in Hagrid's cabin. The portrait swung open to reveal the hole behind it and the three of them scrambled through it. The common room was almost empty; nearly everyone was still down at dinner. Harry gazed into the flames, feeling drained and exhausted. She pounded the arms of her chair in fury, so that bits of stuffing leaked out of the holes. 'How can he let that terrible woman teach us? And in our OWL year, too!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 15> <s> 'Well, we've never had great Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers, have we?' said Harry. 'You know what it's like, Hagrid told us, nobody wants the job; they say it's jinxed.'</s> [INST] | 'Well, we've never had great Defence Against the Dark Arts teachers, have we?' said Harry. 'You know what it's like, Hagrid told us, nobody wants the job; they say it's jinxed.'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 15> <s> 'Yes, but to employ someone who's actually refusing to let us do magic! 'Can't we just... let's just do that homework, get it out of the way...'</s> [INST] | 'Yes, but to employ someone who's actually refusing to let us do magic! 'Can't we just... let's just do that homework, get it out of the way...'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 15> <s> They collected their schoolbags from a corner and returned to the chairs by the fire. People were coming back from dinner now. Harry kept his face averted from the portrait hole, but could still sense the stares he was attracting. "The properties... of moonstone... and its uses... in potion-making..."' he muttered, writing the words across the top of his parchment as he spoke them. 'No, I'm sorry, they've gone too far,' she said, standing up and looking positively furious. One by one, as though hit over the head with an invisible mallet, the first-years were slumping unconscious in their seats; some slid right on to the floor, others merely hung over the arms of their chairs, their tongues lolling out. 'Yeah, you're right,' said George, nodding, 'this dosage looks strong enough, doesn't it?'</s> [INST] | They collected their schoolbags from a corner and returned to the chairs by the fire. People were coming back from dinner now. Harry kept his face averted from the portrait hole, but could still sense the stares he was attracting. "The properties... of moonstone... and its uses... in potion-making..."' he muttered, writing the words across the top of his parchment as he spoke them. 'No, I'm sorry, they've gone too far,' she said, standing up and looking positively furious. One by one, as though hit over the head with an invisible mallet, the first-years were slumping unconscious in their seats; some slid right on to the floor, others merely hung over the arms of their chairs, their tongues lolling out. 'Yeah, you're right,' said George, nodding, 'this dosage looks strong enough, doesn't it?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 15> <s> 'I told you this morning, you can't test your rubbish on students!'</s> [INST] | 'I told you this morning, you can't test your rubbish on students!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 15> <s> 'We're paying them!' said Fred indignantly. 'I don't care, it could be dangerous!'</s> [INST] | 'We're paying them!' said Fred indignantly. 'I don't care, it could be dangerous!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 15> <s> 'Rubbish,' said Fred. 'Yeah, look, they're coming round now,' said George. A few of the first-years were indeed stirring. Several looked so shocked to find themselves lying on the floor, or dangling off their chairs, that Harry was sure Fred and George had not warned them what the sweets were going to do. 'Feel all right?' said George kindly to a small dark-haired girl lying at his feet. 'I - I think so,' she said shakily. 'It is NOT excellent!'</s> [INST] | 'Rubbish,' said Fred. 'Yeah, look, they're coming round now,' said George. A few of the first-years were indeed stirring. Several looked so shocked to find themselves lying on the floor, or dangling off their chairs, that Harry was sure Fred and George had not warned them what the sweets were going to do. 'Feel all right?' said George kindly to a small dark-haired girl lying at his feet. 'I - I think so,' she said shakily. 'It is NOT excellent!'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 15> <s> 'Course it is, they're alive, aren't they?' said Fred angrily. 'You can't do this, what if you made one of them really ill?'</s> [INST] | 'Course it is, they're alive, aren't they?' said Fred angrily. 'You can't do this, what if you made one of them really ill?'</s></s> |
[INST] <Chapter 15> <s> 'We're not going to make them ill, we've already tested them all on ourselves, this is just to see if everyone reacts the same - '</s> [INST] | 'We're not going to make them ill, we've already tested them all on ourselves, this is just to see if everyone reacts the same - '</s></s> |