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[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> Professor Umbridge looked as though she had just been slapped in the face. She did not speak, but straightened the parchment on her clipboard and began scribbling furiously. Looking supremely unconcerned, Professor McGonagall addressed the class once more. 'As I was saying: the Vanishing Spell becomes more difficult with the complexity of the animal to be Vanished. The snail, as an invertebrate, does not present much of a challenge; the mouse, as a mammal, offers a. much greater one. This is not, therefore, magic you can accomplish with your mind on your dinner. So - you know the incantation, let me see what you can do.. Professor Umbridge did not follow Professor McGonagall around the class as she had followed Professor Trelawney; perhaps she realised Professor McGonagall would not permit it. She did, however, take many more notes while sitting in her corner, and when Professor McGonagall finally told them all to pack away, she rose with a grim expression on her face. 'How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts? Professor Umbridge asked. Thirty-nine years this December,' said Professor McGonagall brusquely, snapping her bag shut. Professor Umbridge made a note. 'Very well,' she said, 'you will receive the results of your inspection in ten days' time. 'I can hardly wait,' said Professor McGonagall, in a coldly indifferent voice, and she strode off towards the door. Harry could not help giving her a faint smile and could have sworn he received one in return. He had thought that the next time he would see Umbridge would be in his detention that evening, but he was wrong. When they walked down the lawns towards the Forest for Care of Magical Creatures, they found her and her clipboard waiting for them beside Professor Grubbly-Plank. 'You do not usually take this class, is that correct?' Harry heard her ask as they arrived at the trestle table where the group of captive Bowtruckles were scrabbling around for woodlice like so many living twigs. 'Quite correct,' said Professor Grubbly-Plank, hands behind her back and bouncing on the</s> [INST]

Professor Umbridge looked as though she had just been slapped in the face. She did not speak, but straightened the parchment on her clipboard and began scribbling furiously. Looking supremely unconcerned, Professor McGonagall addressed the class once more. 'As I was saying: the Vanishing Spell becomes more difficult with the complexity of the animal to be Vanished. The snail, as an invertebrate, does not present much of a challenge; the mouse, as a mammal, offers a. much greater one. This is not, therefore, magic you can accomplish with your mind on your dinner. So - you know the incantation, let me see what you can do.. Professor Umbridge did not follow Professor McGonagall around the class as she had followed Professor Trelawney; perhaps she realised Professor McGonagall would not permit it. She did, however, take many more notes while sitting in her corner, and when Professor McGonagall finally told them all to pack away, she rose with a grim expression on her face. 'How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts? Professor Umbridge asked. Thirty-nine years this December,' said Professor McGonagall brusquely, snapping her bag shut. Professor Umbridge made a note. 'Very well,' she said, 'you will receive the results of your inspection in ten days' time. 'I can hardly wait,' said Professor McGonagall, in a coldly indifferent voice, and she strode off towards the door. Harry could not help giving her a faint smile and could have sworn he received one in return. He had thought that the next time he would see Umbridge would be in his detention that evening, but he was wrong. When they walked down the lawns towards the Forest for Care of Magical Creatures, they found her and her clipboard waiting for them beside Professor Grubbly-Plank. 'You do not usually take this class, is that correct?' Harry heard her ask as they arrived at the trestle table where the group of captive Bowtruckles were scrabbling around for woodlice like so many living twigs. 'Quite correct,' said Professor Grubbly-Plank, hands behind her back and bouncing on the</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> of her feet. Malfoy was whispering with Crabbe and Goyle; he would surely love this opportunity to tell tales on Hagrid to a member of the Ministry. 'Hmm,' said Professor Umbridge, dropping her voice, though Harry could still hear her quite clearly. 'I wonder - the Headmaster seems strangely reluctant to give me any information on the matter - can you tell me what is causing Professor Hagrid's very extended leave of absence?'</s> [INST]

of her feet. Malfoy was whispering with Crabbe and Goyle; he would surely love this opportunity to tell tales on Hagrid to a member of the Ministry. 'Hmm,' said Professor Umbridge, dropping her voice, though Harry could still hear her quite clearly. 'I wonder - the Headmaster seems strangely reluctant to give me any information on the matter - can you tell me what is causing Professor Hagrid's very extended leave of absence?'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> Harry saw Malfoy look up eagerly and watch Umbridge and Grubbly-Plank closely. ''Fraid I can't,' said Professor Grubbly-Plank breezily. 'Don't know anything more about it than you do. Got an owl from Dumbledore, would I like a couple of weeks' teaching, work. I accepted. That's as much as I know. Well... shall I get started then?'</s> [INST]

Harry saw Malfoy look up eagerly and watch Umbridge and Grubbly-Plank closely. ''Fraid I can't,' said Professor Grubbly-Plank breezily. 'Don't know anything more about it than you do. Got an owl from Dumbledore, would I like a couple of weeks' teaching, work. I accepted. That's as much as I know. Well... shall I get started then?'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'Yes, please do,' said Professor Umbridge, scribbling on her clipboard. Umbridge took a different tack in this class and wandered amongst the students, questioning them on magical creatures. Most people were able to answer well and Harry's spirits lifted somewhat; at least the class was not letting Hagrid down. 'Overall,' said Professor Umbridge, returning to Professor Grubbly-Plank's side after a lengthy interrogation of Dean Thomas, 'how do you, as a temporary member of staff- an objective outsider,</s> [INST]

'Yes, please do,' said Professor Umbridge, scribbling on her clipboard. Umbridge took a different tack in this class and wandered amongst the students, questioning them on magical creatures. Most people were able to answer well and Harry's spirits lifted somewhat; at least the class was not letting Hagrid down. 'Overall,' said Professor Umbridge, returning to Professor Grubbly-Plank's side after a lengthy interrogation of Dean Thomas, 'how do you, as a temporary member of staff- an objective outsider,</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> I suppose you might say - how do you find Hogwarts? Do you feel you receive enough support from the school management?'</s> [INST]

I suppose you might say - how do you find Hogwarts? Do you feel you receive enough support from the school management?'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'Oh, yes, Dumbledore's excellent,' said Professor Grubbly-Plank heartily. 'Yes, I'm very happy with the way things are run, very happy indeed.'</s> [INST]

'Oh, yes, Dumbledore's excellent,' said Professor Grubbly-Plank heartily. 'Yes, I'm very happy with the way things are run, very happy indeed.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> Looking politely incredulous, Umbridge made a tiny note on her clipboard and went on, 'And what are you planning to cover with this class this year - assuming, of course, that Professor Hagrid does not return?'</s> [INST]

Looking politely incredulous, Umbridge made a tiny note on her clipboard and went on, 'And what are you planning to cover with this class this year - assuming, of course, that Professor Hagrid does not return?'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'Oh, I'll take them through the creatures that most often come up in OWL,' said Professor Grubbly-Plank. 'Not much left to do - they've studied unicorns and Nifflers, I thought we'd cover Porlocks and Kneazles, make sure they can recognise Crups and Knarls, you know...'</s> [INST]

'Oh, I'll take them through the creatures that most often come up in OWL,' said Professor Grubbly-Plank. 'Not much left to do - they've studied unicorns and Nifflers, I thought we'd cover Porlocks and Kneazles, make sure they can recognise Crups and Knarls, you know...'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'Well, you seem to know what you're doing, at any rate,' said Professor Umbridge, making a very obvious tick on her clipboard. Harry did not like the emphasis she put on 'you' and liked it even less when she put her next question to Goyle. 'Now, I hear there have been injuries in this class?'</s> [INST]

'Well, you seem to know what you're doing, at any rate,' said Professor Umbridge, making a very obvious tick on her clipboard. Harry did not like the emphasis she put on 'you' and liked it even less when she put her next question to Goyle. 'Now, I hear there have been injuries in this class?'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> Goyle gave a stupid grin. Malfoy hastened to answer the question. That was me,' he said. 'I was slashed by a Hippogriff.'</s> [INST]

Goyle gave a stupid grin. Malfoy hastened to answer the question. That was me,' he said. 'I was slashed by a Hippogriff.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'A Hippogriff?' said Professor Umbridge, now scribbling frantically. 'Only because he was too stupid to listen to what Hagrid told him to do,' said Harry angrily. Professor Umbridge turned her head slowly in Harry's direction. 'Another night's detention, I think,' she said softly. 'Well, thank you very much, Professor Grubbly-Plank, I think that's all I need here. You will be receiving the results of your inspection within ten days.'</s> [INST]

'A Hippogriff?' said Professor Umbridge, now scribbling frantically. 'Only because he was too stupid to listen to what Hagrid told him to do,' said Harry angrily. Professor Umbridge turned her head slowly in Harry's direction. 'Another night's detention, I think,' she said softly. 'Well, thank you very much, Professor Grubbly-Plank, I think that's all I need here. You will be receiving the results of your inspection within ten days.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'Jolly good,' said Professor Grubbly-Plank, and Professor Umbridge set off back across the lawn to the castle. *</s> [INST]

'Jolly good,' said Professor Grubbly-Plank, and Professor Umbridge set off back across the lawn to the castle. *</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> It was nearly midnight when Harry left Umbridge's office that night, his hand now bleeding so severely that it was staining the scarf he had wrapped around it. 'Here,' she said anxiously, pushing a small bowl of yellow liquid towards him,'soak your hand in that, it's a solution of strained and pickled Murtlap tentacles, it should help.'</s> [INST]

It was nearly midnight when Harry left Umbridge's office that night, his hand now bleeding so severely that it was staining the scarf he had wrapped around it. 'Here,' she said anxiously, pushing a small bowl of yellow liquid towards him,'soak your hand in that, it's a solution of strained and pickled Murtlap tentacles, it should help.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> Harry placed his bleeding, aching hand into the bowl and experienced a wonderful feeling of relief. Crookshanks curled around his legs, purring loudly, then leapt into his lap and settled down. Thanks,' he said gratefully, scratching behind Crookshanks's ears with his left hand. 'No,' said Harry flatly. 'McGonagall would go nuts if she knew - '</s> [INST]

Harry placed his bleeding, aching hand into the bowl and experienced a wonderful feeling of relief. Crookshanks curled around his legs, purring loudly, then leapt into his lap and settled down. Thanks,' he said gratefully, scratching behind Crookshanks's ears with his left hand. 'No,' said Harry flatly. 'McGonagall would go nuts if she knew - '</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'Yeah, she probably would,' said Harry dully. 'Awful... 'No... "S too late, isn't it? She's got the job, she's here to stay. 'You know, I was thinking today...' she shot a slightly nervous look at Harry and then plunged on, 'I was thinking that - maybe the time's come when we should just - just do it ourselves.'</s> [INST]

'Yeah, she probably would,' said Harry dully. 'Awful... 'No... "S too late, isn't it? She's got the job, she's here to stay. 'You know, I was thinking today...' she shot a slightly nervous look at Harry and then plunged on, 'I was thinking that - maybe the time's come when we should just - just do it ourselves.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'Do what ourselves?' said Harry suspiciously, still floating his hand in the essence of Murtlap tentacles. 'You want us to do extra work? 'It's about preparing ourselves, like Harry said in Umbridge's first lesson, for what's waiting for us out there. It's about making sure we really can defend ourselves. 'We need a teacher, a proper one, who can show us how to use the spells and correct us if we're going wrong.'</s> [INST]

'Do what ourselves?' said Harry suspiciously, still floating his hand in the essence of Murtlap tentacles. 'You want us to do extra work? 'It's about preparing ourselves, like Harry said in Umbridge's first lesson, for what's waiting for us out there. It's about making sure we really can defend ourselves. 'We need a teacher, a proper one, who can show us how to use the spells and correct us if we're going wrong.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'If you're talking about Lupin...' Harry began. 'He's too busy with the Order and, anyway, the most we could see him is during Hogsmeade weekends and that's not nearly often enough.'</s> [INST]

'If you're talking about Lupin...' Harry began. 'He's too busy with the Order and, anyway, the most we could see him is during Hogsmeade weekends and that's not nearly often enough.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'Who, then?' said Harry, frowning at her. 'Isn't it obvious?' she said. 'I'm talking about you, Harry.'</s> [INST]

'Who, then?' said Harry, frowning at her. 'Isn't it obvious?' she said. 'I'm talking about you, Harry.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> There was a moment's silence. 'About me what?' said Harry. 'I'm talking about you teaching us Defence Against the Dark Arts.'</s> [INST]

There was a moment's silence. 'About me what?' said Harry. 'I'm talking about you teaching us Defence Against the Dark Arts.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> Harry stared at her. He was frowning slightly, apparently thinking. Then he said, 'That's an idea.'</s> [INST]

Harry stared at her. He was frowning slightly, apparently thinking. Then he said, 'That's an idea.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'What's an idea?' said Harry. Teaching us to do it.'</s> [INST]

'What's an idea?' said Harry. Teaching us to do it.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'But...'</s> [INST]

'But...'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> Harry was grinning now, sure the pair of them were pulling his leg. 'Me?' said Harry now grinning more broadly than ever. 'You beat me in our turd year - the only year we both sat the test and had a teacher who actually knew the subject. But I'm not talking about test results, Harry. He turned to Harry. 'Let's think,' he said, pulling a face like Goyle concentrating. 'Uh... 'Just listen to me, all right? 'Don't sit there grinning like you know better than I do, I was there, wasn't I?' he said heatedly. 'I know what went on, all right? And I didn't get through any of that because I was brilliant at Defence Against the Dark Arts, I got through it all because - because help came at the right time, or because I guessed right - but I just blundered through it all, I didn't have a clue what I was doing - 'STOP LAUGHING!'</s> [INST]

Harry was grinning now, sure the pair of them were pulling his leg. 'Me?' said Harry now grinning more broadly than ever. 'You beat me in our turd year - the only year we both sat the test and had a teacher who actually knew the subject. But I'm not talking about test results, Harry. He turned to Harry. 'Let's think,' he said, pulling a face like Goyle concentrating. 'Uh... 'Just listen to me, all right? 'Don't sit there grinning like you know better than I do, I was there, wasn't I?' he said heatedly. 'I know what went on, all right? And I didn't get through any of that because I was brilliant at Defence Against the Dark Arts, I got through it all because - because help came at the right time, or because I guessed right - but I just blundered through it all, I didn't have a clue what I was doing - 'STOP LAUGHING!'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> The bowl of Murtlap essence fell to the floor and smashed. He became aware that he was on his feet, though he couldn't remember standing up. Crookshanks streaked away under a sofa. 'You don't know what it's like! You - neither of you - you've never had to face him, have you? You think it's just memorising a bunch of spells and throwing them at him, like you're in class or something? 'Harry,' she said timidly, 'don't you see? This... this is exactly why we need you... we need to know what it's r-really like... facing him... facing V-Voldemort.'</s> [INST]

The bowl of Murtlap essence fell to the floor and smashed. He became aware that he was on his feet, though he couldn't remember standing up. Crookshanks streaked away under a sofa. 'You don't know what it's like! You - neither of you - you've never had to face him, have you? You think it's just memorising a bunch of spells and throwing them at him, like you're in class or something? 'Harry,' she said timidly, 'don't you see? This... this is exactly why we need you... we need to know what it's r-really like... facing him... facing V-Voldemort.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> It was the first time she had ever said Voldemort's name and it was this, more than anything else, that calmed Harry. Still breathing hard, he sank back into his chair, becoming aware as he did so that his hand was throbbing horribly again. He wished he had not smashed the bowl of Murtlap essence</s> [INST]

It was the first time she had ever said Voldemort's name and it was this, more than anything else, that calmed Harry. Still breathing hard, he sank back into his chair, becoming aware as he did so that his hand was throbbing horribly again. He wished he had not smashed the bowl of Murtlap essence</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'Well... 'Please?'</s> [INST]

'Well... 'Please?'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> Harry could not think of anything to say. He was feeling ashamed of his outburst already. He nodded, hardly aware of what he was agreeing to. 'Well, I'm off to bed,' she said, in a voice that was clearly as natural as she could make it. 'Erm... 'Coming?' he said awkwardly to Harry. 'Yeah,' said Harry. 'In... in a minute. I'll just clear this up.'</s> [INST]

Harry could not think of anything to say. He was feeling ashamed of his outburst already. He nodded, hardly aware of what he was agreeing to. 'Well, I'm off to bed,' she said, in a voice that was clearly as natural as she could make it. 'Erm... 'Coming?' he said awkwardly to Harry. 'Yeah,' said Harry. 'In... in a minute. I'll just clear this up.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> He indicated the smashed bowl on the floor. 'Reparo,' Harry muttered, pointing his wand at the broken pieces of china. They flew back together, good as new, but there was no returning the Murtlap essence to the bowl. His restless night was punctuated once more by dreams of long corridors and locked doors and he awoke next day with his scar prickling again. She frowned at him, '- Oh, all right, the idea I had, then - about you teaching us.'</s> [INST]

He indicated the smashed bowl on the floor. 'Reparo,' Harry muttered, pointing his wand at the broken pieces of china. They flew back together, good as new, but there was no returning the Murtlap essence to the bowl. His restless night was punctuated once more by dreams of long corridors and locked doors and he awoke next day with his scar prickling again. She frowned at him, '- Oh, all right, the idea I had, then - about you teaching us.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> Harry did not answer at once. He pretended to be perusing a page of Asiatic Anti-Venoms, because he did not want to say what was in his mind. He had given the matter a great deal of thought over the past fortnight... 'I dunno,' said Harry, playing for time. Harry shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Rubbing it, he said, 'Yeah? 'Well... now, don't fly off the handle again, Harry, please... but I really think you ought to teach anyone who wants to learn. I mean, we're talking about defending ourselves against V-Voldemort. It doesn't seem fair if we don't offer the chance to other people.'</s> [INST]

Harry did not answer at once. He pretended to be perusing a page of Asiatic Anti-Venoms, because he did not want to say what was in his mind. He had given the matter a great deal of thought over the past fortnight... 'I dunno,' said Harry, playing for time. Harry shifted uncomfortably in his chair. Rubbing it, he said, 'Yeah? 'Well... now, don't fly off the handle again, Harry, please... but I really think you ought to teach anyone who wants to learn. I mean, we're talking about defending ourselves against V-Voldemort. It doesn't seem fair if we don't offer the chance to other people.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> Harry considered this for a moment, then said, 'Yeah, but I doubt anyone except you two would want to be taught by me. Sirius had maintained a stony silence since he had appeared in the fire at the beginning of September; Harry knew they had made him angry by saying they didn't want him to come - but he still worried from time to time that Sirius might throw caution to the winds and turn up anyway. What were they going to do if the great black dog came bounding up the street towards them in Hogsmeade, perhaps under the nose of Draco Malfoy? 'I mean, he's been on the run for over two years, hasn't he, and I know that can't have been a laugh, but at least he was free, wasn't he? I mean, the stupid Ministry isn't going to realise Sirius is innocent until they accept that Dumbledore's been telling the truth about him all along. And once the fools start catching real Death Eaters again, it'll be obvious Sirius isn't one... We've told them to meet us in Hogsmeade.'</s> [INST]

Harry considered this for a moment, then said, 'Yeah, but I doubt anyone except you two would want to be taught by me. Sirius had maintained a stony silence since he had appeared in the fire at the beginning of September; Harry knew they had made him angry by saying they didn't want him to come - but he still worried from time to time that Sirius might throw caution to the winds and turn up anyway. What were they going to do if the great black dog came bounding up the street towards them in Hogsmeade, perhaps under the nose of Draco Malfoy? 'I mean, he's been on the run for over two years, hasn't he, and I know that can't have been a laugh, but at least he was free, wasn't he? I mean, the stupid Ministry isn't going to realise Sirius is innocent until they accept that Dumbledore's been telling the truth about him all along. And once the fools start catching real Death Eaters again, it'll be obvious Sirius isn't one... We've told them to meet us in Hogsmeade.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'Right,' said Harry vaguely, his mind still on Sirius. 'You've got enough on your plate without Sirius, too.'</s> [INST]

'Right,' said Harry vaguely, his mind still on Sirius. 'You've got enough on your plate without Sirius, too.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> She was quite right, of course, he was barely keeping up with his homework, though he was doing much better now that he was no longer spending every evening in detention with Umbridge. Harry had to admit that she was getting better; it was now almost always possible to distinguish between the hats and the socks. The morning of the Hogsmeade visit dawned bright but windy. Alter breakfast they queued up in front of Filch, who matched their names to the long list of students who had permission from their parents or guardian to visit the village. With a slight pang, Harry remembered that if it hadn't been for Sirius, he would not have been going at all. When Harry reached Filch, the caretaker gave a great sniff as though trying to detect a whiff of something from Harry. Then he gave a curt nod that set his jowls aquiver again and Harry walked on, out on to the stone steps and the cold, sunlit day. 'I suppose he was checking for the smell of Dungbombs,' said Harry with a small laugh. T forgot to tell you...'</s> [INST]

She was quite right, of course, he was barely keeping up with his homework, though he was doing much better now that he was no longer spending every evening in detention with Umbridge. Harry had to admit that she was getting better; it was now almost always possible to distinguish between the hats and the socks. The morning of the Hogsmeade visit dawned bright but windy. Alter breakfast they queued up in front of Filch, who matched their names to the long list of students who had permission from their parents or guardian to visit the village. With a slight pang, Harry remembered that if it hadn't been for Sirius, he would not have been going at all. When Harry reached Filch, the caretaker gave a great sniff as though trying to detect a whiff of something from Harry. Then he gave a curt nod that set his jowls aquiver again and Harry walked on, out on to the stone steps and the cold, sunlit day. 'I suppose he was checking for the smell of Dungbombs,' said Harry with a small laugh. T forgot to tell you...'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> And he recounted the story of sending his letter to Sirius and Filch bursting in seconds later, demanding to see the letter. 'He said he was tipped off you were ordering Dungbombs? But who tipped him off?'</s> [INST]

And he recounted the story of sending his letter to Sirius and Filch bursting in seconds later, demanding to see the letter. 'He said he was tipped off you were ordering Dungbombs? But who tipped him off?'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'I dunno,' said Harry, shrugging. 'Maybe Malfoy he'd think it was a laugh.'</s> [INST]

'I dunno,' said Harry, shrugging. 'Maybe Malfoy he'd think it was a laugh.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> They walked between the tall stone pillars topped with winged boars and turned left on to the road into the village, the wind whip-, ping their hair into their eyes. 'Well... yes... maybe...'</s> [INST]

They walked between the tall stone pillars topped with winged boars and turned left on to the road into the village, the wind whip-, ping their hair into their eyes. 'Well... yes... maybe...'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> And she remained deep in thought all the way into the outskirts of Hogsmeade. 'Where are we going, anyway?' Harry asked. I've told the others to meet us in the Hog's Head, that other pub, you know the one, it's not on the main road. I think it's a bit... you know... dodgy... but students don't normally go in there, so I don't think we'll be overheard.'</s> [INST]

And she remained deep in thought all the way into the outskirts of Hogsmeade. 'Where are we going, anyway?' Harry asked. I've told the others to meet us in the Hog's Head, that other pub, you know the one, it's not on the main road. I think it's a bit... you know... dodgy... but students don't normally go in there, so I don't think we'll be overheard.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> They walked down the main street past Zonko's Wizarding Joke Shop, where they were not surprised to see Fred, George and Lee Jordan, past the post office, from which owls issued at regular intervals, and turned up a side-street at the top of which stood a small inn. A battered wooden sign hung from a rusty bracket over the door, with a picture on it of a wild boar's severed head, leaking blood on to the white cloth around it. The sign creaked in the wind as they approached. All three of them hesitated outside the door. Harry led the way inside. It was not at all like the Three Broomsticks, whose large bar gave an impression of gleaming warmth and cleanliness. The Hog's Head bar comprised one small, dingy and very dirty room that smelled strongly of something that might have been goats. The bay windows were so encrusted with grime that very little daylight could permeate the room, which was lit instead with the stubs of candles sitting on rough wooden tables. The floor seemed at first glance to be compressed earth, though as Harry stepped on to it he realised that there was stone beneath what seemed to be the accumulated filth of centuries. Harry remembered Hagrid mentioning this pub in his first year: 'Yeh get a lot o' funny folk in the Hog's Head,' he had said, explaining how he had won a dragon's egg from a hooded stranger there. At the time Harry had wondered why Hagrid had not found it odd that the stranger kept his face hidden throughout their encounter; now he saw that keeping your face hidden was something of a fashion in the Hog's Head. There was a man at the bar whose whole head was wrapped in dirty grey bandages, though he was still managing to gulp endless glasses of some smoking, fiery substance through a slit over his mouth; two figures shrouded in hoods sat at a table in one of the windows; Harry might have thought them Dementors if they had not been talking in strong Yorkshire accents, and in a shadowy corner beside the fireplace sat a witch with a thick, black veil that fell to her toes. They could just see the tip of her nose because it caused the veil to</s> [INST]

They walked down the main street past Zonko's Wizarding Joke Shop, where they were not surprised to see Fred, George and Lee Jordan, past the post office, from which owls issued at regular intervals, and turned up a side-street at the top of which stood a small inn. A battered wooden sign hung from a rusty bracket over the door, with a picture on it of a wild boar's severed head, leaking blood on to the white cloth around it. The sign creaked in the wind as they approached. All three of them hesitated outside the door. Harry led the way inside. It was not at all like the Three Broomsticks, whose large bar gave an impression of gleaming warmth and cleanliness. The Hog's Head bar comprised one small, dingy and very dirty room that smelled strongly of something that might have been goats. The bay windows were so encrusted with grime that very little daylight could permeate the room, which was lit instead with the stubs of candles sitting on rough wooden tables. The floor seemed at first glance to be compressed earth, though as Harry stepped on to it he realised that there was stone beneath what seemed to be the accumulated filth of centuries. Harry remembered Hagrid mentioning this pub in his first year: 'Yeh get a lot o' funny folk in the Hog's Head,' he had said, explaining how he had won a dragon's egg from a hooded stranger there. At the time Harry had wondered why Hagrid had not found it odd that the stranger kept his face hidden throughout their encounter; now he saw that keeping your face hidden was something of a fashion in the Hog's Head. There was a man at the bar whose whole head was wrapped in dirty grey bandages, though he was still managing to gulp endless glasses of some smoking, fiery substance through a slit over his mouth; two figures shrouded in hoods sat at a table in one of the windows; Harry might have thought them Dementors if they had not been talking in strong Yorkshire accents, and in a shadowy corner beside the fireplace sat a witch with a thick, black veil that fell to her toes. They could just see the tip of her nose because it caused the veil to</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s>trude slightly. He was looking particularly at the heavily veiled witch. 'Umbridge is shorter than that woman,' she said quietly. 'And anyway, even if Umbridge does come in here there's nothing she can do to stop us, Harry, because I've double- and triple-checked the school rules. We're not out of bounds; I specifically asked Professor Flitwick whether students were allowed to come in the Hog's Head, and he said yes, but he advised me strongly to bring our own glasses. And I've looked up everything I can think of about study groups and homework groups and they're definitely allowed. I just don't think it's a good idea if we parade what we're doing.'</s> [INST]

trude slightly. He was looking particularly at the heavily veiled witch. 'Umbridge is shorter than that woman,' she said quietly. 'And anyway, even if Umbridge does come in here there's nothing she can do to stop us, Harry, because I've double- and triple-checked the school rules. We're not out of bounds; I specifically asked Professor Flitwick whether students were allowed to come in the Hog's Head, and he said yes, but he advised me strongly to bring our own glasses. And I've looked up everything I can think of about study groups and homework groups and they're definitely allowed. I just don't think it's a good idea if we parade what we're doing.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'No,' said Harry drily, 'especially as it's not exactly a homework group you're planning, is it?'</s> [INST]

'No,' said Harry drily, 'especially as it's not exactly a homework group you're planning, is it?'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> The barman sidled towards them out of a back room. He was a grumpy-looking old man with a great deal of long grey hair and beard. He was tall and thin and looked vaguely familiar to Harry. What? he grunted. The man reached beneath the counter and pulled up three very dusty, very dirty bottles, which he slammed on the bar. 'Six Sickles,' he said. 'I'll get them,' said Harry quickly, passing over the silver. The barman's eyes travelled over Harry, resting for a fraction of a second on his scar. Then he turned away and deposited Harry's money in an ancient wooden till whose drawer slid open automatically to receive it. The man in the dirty grey bandages rapped the counter with his knuckles and received another smoking drink from the barman. 'We could order anything we liked in here. I bet that bloke would sell us anything, he wouldn't care. 'Yeah...'</s> [INST]

The barman sidled towards them out of a back room. He was a grumpy-looking old man with a great deal of long grey hair and beard. He was tall and thin and looked vaguely familiar to Harry. What? he grunted. The man reached beneath the counter and pulled up three very dusty, very dirty bottles, which he slammed on the bar. 'Six Sickles,' he said. 'I'll get them,' said Harry quickly, passing over the silver. The barman's eyes travelled over Harry, resting for a fraction of a second on his scar. Then he turned away and deposited Harry's money in an ancient wooden till whose drawer slid open automatically to receive it. The man in the dirty grey bandages rapped the counter with his knuckles and received another smoking drink from the barman. 'We could order anything we liked in here. I bet that bloke would sell us anything, he wouldn't care. 'Yeah...'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'So, who did you say is supposed to be meeting us?' Harry asked, wrenching open the rusty top of his Butterbeer and taking a swig. 'I told them to be here about now and I'm sure they all know where it is - oh, look, this might be them now.'</s> [INST]

'So, who did you say is supposed to be meeting us?' Harry asked, wrenching open the rusty top of his Butterbeer and taking a swig. 'I told them to be here about now and I'm sure they all know where it is - oh, look, this might be them now.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> The door of the pub had opened. A thick band of dusty sunlight split the room in two for a moment and then vanished, blocked by the incoming rush of a crowd of people. First came Neville with Dean and Lavender, who were closely followed by Parvati and Padma Patil with (Harry's stomach did a back-flip) Cho and one of her usually-giggling girlfriends, then (on her own and looking so dreamy she might have walked in by accident) Luna Lovegood; then Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson, Colin and Dennis Creevey Ernie Macmillan, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Hannah Abbott, a Hufflepuff girl with a long plait clown her back whose name Harry did not know; three Ravenclaw boys he was pretty sure were called Anthony Goldstein, Michael Corner and Terry Boot, Ginny, closely followed by a tall skinny blond boy with an upturned nose whom Harry recognised vaguely as being a member of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team and, bringing up the rear, Fred and George Weasley with their friend Lee Jordan, all three of whom were carrying large paper bags crammed with Zonko's merchandise. Possibly, he had never seen his pub so full. 'Hi,' said Fred, reaching the bar first and counting his companions quickly, 'could we have... twenty-five Butterbeers, please?'</s> [INST]

The door of the pub had opened. A thick band of dusty sunlight split the room in two for a moment and then vanished, blocked by the incoming rush of a crowd of people. First came Neville with Dean and Lavender, who were closely followed by Parvati and Padma Patil with (Harry's stomach did a back-flip) Cho and one of her usually-giggling girlfriends, then (on her own and looking so dreamy she might have walked in by accident) Luna Lovegood; then Katie Bell, Alicia Spinnet and Angelina Johnson, Colin and Dennis Creevey Ernie Macmillan, Justin Finch-Fletchley, Hannah Abbott, a Hufflepuff girl with a long plait clown her back whose name Harry did not know; three Ravenclaw boys he was pretty sure were called Anthony Goldstein, Michael Corner and Terry Boot, Ginny, closely followed by a tall skinny blond boy with an upturned nose whom Harry recognised vaguely as being a member of the Hufflepuff Quidditch team and, bringing up the rear, Fred and George Weasley with their friend Lee Jordan, all three of whom were carrying large paper bags crammed with Zonko's merchandise. Possibly, he had never seen his pub so full. 'Hi,' said Fred, reaching the bar first and counting his companions quickly, 'could we have... twenty-five Butterbeers, please?'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> The barman glared at him for a moment, then, throwing down his rag irritably as though he had been interrupted in something very important, he started passing up dusty Butterbeers from under the bar. 'Cheers,' said Fred, handing them out. 'Cough up, everyone, I haven't got enough gold for all of these...'</s> [INST]

The barman glared at him for a moment, then, throwing down his rag irritably as though he had been interrupted in something very important, he started passing up dusty Butterbeers from under the bar. 'Cheers,' said Fred, handing them out. 'Cough up, everyone, I haven't got enough gold for all of these...'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> Harry watched numbly as the large chattering group took their beers from Fred and rummaged in their robes to find coins. 'What have you been telling people?' he said in a low voice. Harry tried to smile back, but did not speak; his mouth was exceptionally dry. Her friend, who had curly reddish-blonde hair, did not smile, but gave Harry a thoroughly mistrustful look which plainly told him that, given her way, she would not be here at all. When everybody had pulled up a chair, the chatter died out. Every eye was upon Harry. 'Well - er - hi.'</s> [INST]

Harry watched numbly as the large chattering group took their beers from Fred and rummaged in their robes to find coins. 'What have you been telling people?' he said in a low voice. Harry tried to smile back, but did not speak; his mouth was exceptionally dry. Her friend, who had curly reddish-blonde hair, did not smile, but gave Harry a thoroughly mistrustful look which plainly told him that, given her way, she would not be here at all. When everybody had pulled up a chair, the chatter died out. Every eye was upon Harry. 'Well - er - hi.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> The group focused its attention on her instead, though eyes continued to dart back regularly to Harry. 'Well... erm... well, you know why you're here. Erm... 'But more than that, I want to be properly trained in defence because... because...' she took a great breath and finished, 'because Lord Voldemort is back.'</s> [INST]

The group focused its attention on her instead, though eyes continued to dart back regularly to Harry. 'Well... erm... well, you know why you're here. Erm... 'But more than that, I want to be properly trained in defence because... because...' she took a great breath and finished, 'because Lord Voldemort is back.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> The reaction was immediate and predictable. Clio's friend shrieked and slopped Butterbeer down herself; Terry Boot gave a kind of involuntary twitch; Padma Patil shuddered, and Neville gave an odd yelp that he managed to turn into a cough. All of them, however, looked fixedly, even eagerly, at Harry. Well... 'If you want to join us, we need to decide how we're going to -</s> [INST]

The reaction was immediate and predictable. Clio's friend shrieked and slopped Butterbeer down herself; Terry Boot gave a kind of involuntary twitch; Padma Patil shuddered, and Neville gave an odd yelp that he managed to turn into a cough. All of them, however, looked fixedly, even eagerly, at Harry. Well... 'If you want to join us, we need to decide how we're going to -</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'Where's the proof You-Know-Who's back?' said the blond Hufflepuff player in a rather aggressive voice. 'You mean, Dumbledore believes him,' said the blond boy, nodding at Harry. It had just dawned on him why there were so many people there. Some of these people - maybe even most of them - had turned up in the hopes of hearing Harry's story firsthand. 'What makes me say You-Know-Who's back?' he repeated, looking Zacharias straight in the face. 'I saw him. But Dumbledore told the whole school what happened last year, and if you didn't believe him, you won't believe me, and I'm not wasting an afternoon trying to convince anyone.'</s> [INST]

'Where's the proof You-Know-Who's back?' said the blond Hufflepuff player in a rather aggressive voice. 'You mean, Dumbledore believes him,' said the blond boy, nodding at Harry. It had just dawned on him why there were so many people there. Some of these people - maybe even most of them - had turned up in the hopes of hearing Harry's story firsthand. 'What makes me say You-Know-Who's back?' he repeated, looking Zacharias straight in the face. 'I saw him. But Dumbledore told the whole school what happened last year, and if you didn't believe him, you won't believe me, and I'm not wasting an afternoon trying to convince anyone.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> The whole group seemed to have held its breath while Harry spoke. Harry had the impression that even the barman was listening. He was wiping the same glass with the filthy rag, making it steadily dirtier. Zacharias said dismissively, 'All Dumbledore told us last year was that Cedric Diggory got killed by You-Know-Who and that you brought Diggory's body back to Hogwarts. He didn't give us details, he didn't tell us exactly how Diggory got murdered, I think we'd all like to know - '</s> [INST]

The whole group seemed to have held its breath while Harry spoke. Harry had the impression that even the barman was listening. He was wiping the same glass with the filthy rag, making it steadily dirtier. Zacharias said dismissively, 'All Dumbledore told us last year was that Cedric Diggory got killed by You-Know-Who and that you brought Diggory's body back to Hogwarts. He didn't give us details, he didn't tell us exactly how Diggory got murdered, I think we'd all like to know - '</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'If you've come to hear exactly what it looks like when Voldemort murders someone I can't help you,' Harry said. His temper, always so close to the surface these days, was rising again. He did not take his eyes from Zacharias Smith's aggressive face, and was determined not to look at Cho. 'I don't want to talk about Cedric Diggory, all right? This was, he felt, all her fault; she had decided to display him like some sort of freak and of course they had all turned up to see just now wild his story was. But none of them left their seats, not even Zacharias Smith, though he continued to gaze intently at Harry. 'So... like I was saying... if you want to learn some defence, then we need to work out how we're going to do it, how often we're going to meet and where we're going to - '</s> [INST]

'If you've come to hear exactly what it looks like when Voldemort murders someone I can't help you,' Harry said. His temper, always so close to the surface these days, was rising again. He did not take his eyes from Zacharias Smith's aggressive face, and was determined not to look at Cho. 'I don't want to talk about Cedric Diggory, all right? This was, he felt, all her fault; she had decided to display him like some sort of freak and of course they had all turned up to see just now wild his story was. But none of them left their seats, not even Zacharias Smith, though he continued to gaze intently at Harry. 'So... like I was saying... if you want to learn some defence, then we need to work out how we're going to do it, how often we're going to meet and where we're going to - '</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'Is it true,' interrupted the girl with the long plait down her back, looking at Harry, 'that you can produce a Patronus?'</s> [INST]

'Is it true,' interrupted the girl with the long plait down her back, looking at Harry, 'that you can produce a Patronus?'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> There was a murmur of interest around the group at this. 'Yeah,' said Harry slightly defensively. 'A corporeal Patronus?'</s> [INST]

There was a murmur of interest around the group at this. 'Yeah,' said Harry slightly defensively. 'A corporeal Patronus?'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> The phrase stirred something in Harry's memory. 'Er - you don't know Madam Bones, do you?' he asked. The girl smiled. 'She's my auntie,' she said. 'I'm Susan Bones. She told me about your hearing. So - is it really true? You make a stag Patronus?'</s> [INST]

The phrase stirred something in Harry's memory. 'Er - you don't know Madam Bones, do you?' he asked. The girl smiled. 'She's my auntie,' she said. 'I'm Susan Bones. She told me about your hearing. So - is it really true? You make a stag Patronus?'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'Yes,' said Harry. 'Blimey, Harry!' said Lee, looking deeply impressed. 'She said you got enough attention as it was.'</s> [INST]

'Yes,' said Harry. 'Blimey, Harry!' said Lee, looking deeply impressed. 'She said you got enough attention as it was.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'She's not wrong,' mumbled Harry, and a couple of people laughed. The veiled witch sitting alone shifted very slightly in her seat. 'And did you kill a Basilisk with that sword in Dumbledore's office?' demanded Terry Boot. That's what one of the portraits on the wall told me when I was in there last year...'</s> [INST]

'She's not wrong,' mumbled Harry, and a couple of people laughed. The veiled witch sitting alone shifted very slightly in her seat. 'And did you kill a Basilisk with that sword in Dumbledore's office?' demanded Terry Boot. That's what one of the portraits on the wall told me when I was in there last year...'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'Er - yeah, I did, yeah,' said Harry. Justin Finch-Fletchley whistled; the Creevey brothers exchanged awestruck looks and Lavender Brown said 'Wow!' softly. Harry was feeling slightly hot around the collar now; he was determinedly looking anywhere but at Cho. 'Yes, that - from You-Know-Who,' finished Neville. Hannah Abbotts eyes were as round as Galleons. 'And that's not to mention,' said Cho (Harry's eyes snapped across to her; she was looking at him, smiling; his stomach did another somersault) 'all the tasks he had to get through in the Triwizard Tournament last year - getting past dragons and merpeople and Acromantula and things...'</s> [INST]

'Er - yeah, I did, yeah,' said Harry. Justin Finch-Fletchley whistled; the Creevey brothers exchanged awestruck looks and Lavender Brown said 'Wow!' softly. Harry was feeling slightly hot around the collar now; he was determinedly looking anywhere but at Cho. 'Yes, that - from You-Know-Who,' finished Neville. Hannah Abbotts eyes were as round as Galleons. 'And that's not to mention,' said Cho (Harry's eyes snapped across to her; she was looking at him, smiling; his stomach did another somersault) 'all the tasks he had to get through in the Triwizard Tournament last year - getting past dragons and merpeople and Acromantula and things...'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> There was a murmur of impressed agreement around the table. Harry's insides were squirming. He was trying to arrange his face so that he did not look too pleased with himself. The fact that Cho had just praised him made it much, much harder for him to say the thing he had sworn to himself he would tell them. 'Look,' he said, and everyone fell silent at once, 'I... I don't want to sound like I'm trying to be modest or anything, but... I had a lot of help with all that stuff...'</s> [INST]

There was a murmur of impressed agreement around the table. Harry's insides were squirming. He was trying to arrange his face so that he did not look too pleased with himself. The fact that Cho had just praised him made it much, much harder for him to say the thing he had sworn to himself he would tell them. 'Look,' he said, and everyone fell silent at once, 'I... I don't want to sound like I'm trying to be modest or anything, but... I had a lot of help with all that stuff...'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'Not with the dragon, you didn't,' said Michael Corner at once. 'That was a seriously cool bit of flying...'</s> [INST]

'Not with the dragon, you didn't,' said Michael Corner at once. 'That was a seriously cool bit of flying...'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'Yeah, well -'said Harry, feeling it would be churlish to disagree. 'And nobody helped you get rid of those Dementors this summer,' said Susan Bones. 'No,' said Harry, 'no, OK, I know I did bits of it without help, but the point I'm trying to make is - '</s> [INST]

'Yeah, well -'said Harry, feeling it would be churlish to disagree. 'And nobody helped you get rid of those Dementors this summer,' said Susan Bones. 'No,' said Harry, 'no, OK, I know I did bits of it without help, but the point I'm trying to make is - '</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'Are you trying to weasel out of showing us any of this stuff?' said Zacharias Smith. In any case, he was now looking at Zacharias as though he would like nothing better than to thump him. Zacharias flushed. 'Well, we've all turned up to learn from him and now he's telling us he can't really do any of it,' he said. That's not what he said,' snarled Fred. 'Would you like us to clean out you: ears for you?' enquired Greorge, pulling a long and lethal-looking metal instrument from inside one of the Zonko's bags. 'Or any part of your body, really, we're not fussy where we stick this,' said Fred... the point is, are we agreed we want to take lessons from Harry?'</s> [INST]

'Are you trying to weasel out of showing us any of this stuff?' said Zacharias Smith. In any case, he was now looking at Zacharias as though he would like nothing better than to thump him. Zacharias flushed. 'Well, we've all turned up to learn from him and now he's telling us he can't really do any of it,' he said. That's not what he said,' snarled Fred. 'Would you like us to clean out you: ears for you?' enquired Greorge, pulling a long and lethal-looking metal instrument from inside one of the Zonko's bags. 'Or any part of your body, really, we're not fussy where we stick this,' said Fred... the point is, are we agreed we want to take lessons from Harry?'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> There was a murmur of general agreement. Zacharias folded his arms and said nothing, though perhaps this was because he was too busy keeping an eye on the instrument in Fred's hand. 'Well, then, the next question is how often we do it. I really don't think there's any point in meeting less than once a week - '</s> [INST]

There was a murmur of general agreement. Zacharias folded his arms and said nothing, though perhaps this was because he was too busy keeping an eye on the instrument in Fred's hand. 'Well, then, the next question is how often we do it. I really don't think there's any point in meeting less than once a week - '</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'Hang on,' said Angelina, 'we need to make sure this doesn't clash with our Quidditch practice.'</s> [INST]

'Hang on,' said Angelina, 'we need to make sure this doesn't clash with our Quidditch practice.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'No,' said Cho, 'nor with ours.'</s> [INST]

'No,' said Cho, 'nor with ours.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'Nor ours,' added Zacharias Smith. 'Personally, I think this is really important, possibly more important than anything else we'll do this year, even with our OWLs coming up!'</s> [INST]

'Nor ours,' added Zacharias Smith. 'Personally, I think this is really important, possibly more important than anything else we'll do this year, even with our OWLs coming up!'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> He looked around impressively, as though waiting for people to cry 'Surely not!' When nobody spoke, he went on, 'I, personally, am at a loss to see why the Ministry has foisted such a useless teacher on us at this critical period... some mad idea that Dumbledore could use the students in the school as a kind of private army. She thinks he'd mobilise us against the Ministry'</s> [INST]

He looked around impressively, as though waiting for people to cry 'Surely not!' When nobody spoke, he went on, 'I, personally, am at a loss to see why the Ministry has foisted such a useless teacher on us at this critical period... some mad idea that Dumbledore could use the students in the school as a kind of private army. She thinks he'd mobilise us against the Ministry'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> Nearly everybody looked stunned at this news; everybody except Luna Lovegood, who piped up, 'Well, that makes sense. After all, Cornelius Fudge has got his own private army'</s> [INST]

Nearly everybody looked stunned at this news; everybody except Luna Lovegood, who piped up, 'Well, that makes sense. After all, Cornelius Fudge has got his own private army'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'What?' said Harry, completely thrown by this unexpected piece of information. 'Yes, he's got an army of Heliopaths,' said Luna solemnly. 'Yes, he has,' said Luna. 'What are Heliopaths?' asked Neville, looking blank. 'Oh, yes, they do!' said Luna angrily. There are plenty of eye-witness accounts. Just because you're so narrow-minded you need to have everything shoved under your nose before you - '</s> [INST]

'What?' said Harry, completely thrown by this unexpected piece of information. 'Yes, he's got an army of Heliopaths,' said Luna solemnly. 'Yes, he has,' said Luna. 'What are Heliopaths?' asked Neville, looking blank. 'Oh, yes, they do!' said Luna angrily. There are plenty of eye-witness accounts. Just because you're so narrow-minded you need to have everything shoved under your nose before you - '</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'Hem, hem,' said Ginny, in such a good imitation of Professor Umbridge that several people looked around in alarm and then laughed. 'As long as -'began Angelina. 'Well, the other thing to decide is where we're going to meet...'</s> [INST]

'Hem, hem,' said Ginny, in such a good imitation of Professor Umbridge that several people looked around in alarm and then laughed. 'As long as -'began Angelina. 'Well, the other thing to decide is where we're going to meet...'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> This was rather more difficult; the whole group fell silent. 'Library?' suggested Katie Bell after a few moments. 'I can't see Madam Pince being too chuffed with us doing jinxes in the library,' said Harry. 'Maybe an unused classroom?' said Dean. 'We'll send a message round to everybody when we've got a time and a place for the first meeting.'</s> [INST]

This was rather more difficult; the whole group fell silent. 'Library?' suggested Katie Bell after a few moments. 'I can't see Madam Pince being too chuffed with us doing jinxes in the library,' said Harry. 'Maybe an unused classroom?' said Dean. 'We'll send a message round to everybody when we've got a time and a place for the first meeting.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> She rummaged in her bag and produced parchment and a quill, then hesitated, rather as though she was steeling herself to say something. 'I - I think everybody should write their name down, just so we know who was here. But I also think,' she took a deep breath, 'that we all ought to agree not to shout about what we're doing. So if you sign, you're agreeing not to tell Umbridge or anybody else what we're up to.'</s> [INST]

She rummaged in her bag and produced parchment and a quill, then hesitated, rather as though she was steeling herself to say something. 'I - I think everybody should write their name down, just so we know who was here. But I also think,' she took a deep breath, 'that we all ought to agree not to shout about what we're doing. So if you sign, you're agreeing not to tell Umbridge or anybody else what we're up to.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> Fred reached out for the parchment and cheerfully wrote his signature, but Harry noticed at once that several people looked less than happy at the prospect of putting their names on the list. 'Er...' said Zacharias slowly, not taking the parchment that George was trying to pass to him, 'well... I'm sure Ernie will tell me when the meeting is.'</s> [INST]

Fred reached out for the parchment and cheerfully wrote his signature, but Harry noticed at once that several people looked less than happy at the prospect of putting their names on the list. 'Er...' said Zacharias slowly, not taking the parchment that George was trying to pass to him, 'well... I'm sure Ernie will tell me when the meeting is.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> But Ernie was looking rather hesitant about signing, too. 'I - well, we are prefects,' Ernie burst out. 'And if this list was found... well, I mean to say... you said yourself, if Umbridge finds out - '</s> [INST]

But Ernie was looking rather hesitant about signing, too. 'I - well, we are prefects,' Ernie burst out. 'And if this list was found... well, I mean to say... you said yourself, if Umbridge finds out - '</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'You just said this group was the most important thing you'd do this year,' Harry reminded him. 'No. No, of course not,' said Ernie, looking slightly less anxious. 'I - yes, of course I'll sign.'</s> [INST]

'You just said this group was the most important thing you'd do this year,' Harry reminded him. 'No. No, of course not,' said Ernie, looking slightly less anxious. 'I - yes, of course I'll sign.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> Nobody raised objections after Ernie, though Harry saw Cho's friend give her a rather reproachful look before adding her own name. There was an odd feeling in the group now. It was as though they had just signed some kind of contract. 'Well, time's ticking on,' said Fred briskly, getting to his feet. 'George, Lee and I have got items of a sensitive nature to purchase, we'll be seeing you all later.'</s> [INST]

Nobody raised objections after Ernie, though Harry saw Cho's friend give her a rather reproachful look before adding her own name. There was an odd feeling in the group now. It was as though they had just signed some kind of contract. 'Well, time's ticking on,' said Fred briskly, getting to his feet. 'George, Lee and I have got items of a sensitive nature to purchase, we'll be seeing you all later.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> In twos and threes the rest of the group took their leave, too. Cho made rather a business of fastening the catch on her bag before leaving, her long dark curtain of hair swinging forwards to hide her face, but her friend stood beside her, arms folded, clicking her tongue, so that Cho had little choice but to leave with her. As her friend ushered her through the door, Cho looked back and waved at Harry. They had turned into the High Street and she paused outside Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop, where there was a handsome display of pheasant feather quills in the window. 'Hmm... I could do with a new quill.'</s> [INST]

In twos and threes the rest of the group took their leave, too. Cho made rather a business of fastening the catch on her bag before leaving, her long dark curtain of hair swinging forwards to hide her face, but her friend stood beside her, arms folded, clicking her tongue, so that Cho had little choice but to leave with her. As her friend ushered her through the door, Cho looked back and waved at Harry. They had turned into the High Street and she paused outside Scrivenshaft's Quill Shop, where there was a handsome display of pheasant feather quills in the window. 'Hmm... I could do with a new quill.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> She turned into the shop. 'Ginny used to fancy Harry, but she gave up on him months ago. Not that she doesn't like you, of course,' she added kindly to Harry while she examined a long black and gold quill. 'Yes, I think I'll have this one.. So don't harp on about it, for heaven's sake.'</s> [INST]

She turned into the shop. 'Ginny used to fancy Harry, but she gave up on him months ago. Not that she doesn't like you, of course,' she added kindly to Harry while she examined a long black and gold quill. 'Yes, I think I'll have this one.. So don't harp on about it, for heaven's sake.'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 18> <s> 'What d'you mean? Who's taking anything badly? I'm not going to harp on about anything.... what about Cho and you?'</s> [INST]

'What d'you mean? Who's taking anything badly? I'm not going to harp on about anything.... what about Cho and you?'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> Educational Decree</s> [INST]

Educational Decree</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> Number Twenty-four</s> [INST]

Number Twenty-four</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> Harry felt happier for the rest of the weekend than he had done all term. Knowing they were doing something to resist Umbridge and the Ministry and that he was a key part of the rebellion, gave Harry a feeling of immense satisfaction. He kept reliving Saturdays meeting in his mind: all those people, coming to him to learn Defence Against the Dark Arts... and the looks on their faces as they had heard some of the things he had done... and Cho praising his performance in the Triwizard Tournament - knowing all those people did not think him a lying weirdo, but someone to be admired, buoyed him up so much that he was still cheerful on Monday morning, despite the imminent prospect of all his least favourite classes. A large sign had been affixed to the Grffindor noticeboard, so large it covered everything else on it - the lists of secondhand spellbooks for sale, the regular reminders of school rules from Argus Filch, the Quidditch team training timetable, the offers to barter certain Chocolate Frog Cards for others, the Weasleys' latest advertisement for testers, the dates of the Hogsmeade weekends and the lost and found notices. The new sign was printed in large black letters and there was a highly official-looking seal at the bottom beside a neat and curly signature. BY ORDER OF THE HIGH INQUISITOR OF HOGWARTS</s> [INST]

Harry felt happier for the rest of the weekend than he had done all term. Knowing they were doing something to resist Umbridge and the Ministry and that he was a key part of the rebellion, gave Harry a feeling of immense satisfaction. He kept reliving Saturdays meeting in his mind: all those people, coming to him to learn Defence Against the Dark Arts... and the looks on their faces as they had heard some of the things he had done... and Cho praising his performance in the Triwizard Tournament - knowing all those people did not think him a lying weirdo, but someone to be admired, buoyed him up so much that he was still cheerful on Monday morning, despite the imminent prospect of all his least favourite classes. A large sign had been affixed to the Grffindor noticeboard, so large it covered everything else on it - the lists of secondhand spellbooks for sale, the regular reminders of school rules from Argus Filch, the Quidditch team training timetable, the offers to barter certain Chocolate Frog Cards for others, the Weasleys' latest advertisement for testers, the dates of the Hogsmeade weekends and the lost and found notices. The new sign was printed in large black letters and there was a highly official-looking seal at the bottom beside a neat and curly signature. BY ORDER OF THE HIGH INQUISITOR OF HOGWARTS</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> All student organisations, societies, teams, groups and clubs are</s> [INST]

All student organisations, societies, teams, groups and clubs are</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> henceforth disbanded. An organisation, society, team, group or club is hereby defined</s> [INST]

henceforth disbanded. An organisation, society, team, group or club is hereby defined</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> as a regular meeting of three or more students. Permission to re-form may be sought from the High Inquisitor</s> [INST]

as a regular meeting of three or more students. Permission to re-form may be sought from the High Inquisitor</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> (Professor Umbridge). No student organisation, society, team, group or club may exist</s> [INST]

(Professor Umbridge). No student organisation, society, team, group or club may exist</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> without the knowledge and approval of the High Inquisitor.</s> [INST]

without the knowledge and approval of the High Inquisitor.</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> Any student found to have formed, or to belong to, an organisation,</s> [INST]

Any student found to have formed, or to belong to, an organisation,</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> society, team, group or club that has not been approved by</s> [INST]

society, team, group or club that has not been approved by</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> the High Inquisitor will be expelled. The above is in accordance with Educational Decree</s> [INST]

the High Inquisitor will be expelled. The above is in accordance with Educational Decree</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> Number Twenty-four. 'Does this mean they're going to shut down the Gobstones Club?' one of them asked his friend. I don't think we're going to be as lucky, though, do you?' he asked Harry as the second-years hurried away. Harry was reading the notice through again. The happiness that had filled him since Saturday was gone. His insides were pulsing with rage. 'This isn't a coincidence,' he said, his hands forming fists. There were people listening in that pub. And let's face it, we don't know how many of the people who turned up we can trust... any of them could have run off and told Umbridge...'</s> [INST]

Number Twenty-four. 'Does this mean they're going to shut down the Gobstones Club?' one of them asked his friend. I don't think we're going to be as lucky, though, do you?' he asked Harry as the second-years hurried away. Harry was reading the notice through again. The happiness that had filled him since Saturday was gone. His insides were pulsing with rage. 'This isn't a coincidence,' he said, his hands forming fists. There were people listening in that pub. And let's face it, we don't know how many of the people who turned up we can trust... any of them could have run off and told Umbridge...'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> And he had thought they believed him, thought they even admired him... He bounded forwards, pulled open the door and set off up the spiral staircase. He was on the sixth stair when there was a loud, wailing, klaxon-like sound and the steps melted together to make a long, smooth stone slide like a helter-skelter. Two fourth-year girls came zooming gleefully down the stone slide. 'Oooh. T didn't realise that would happen. It's not fair!' he added to Harry, as the girls headed off for the portrait hole, still giggling madly. Her expression became stony. Come on, let's get down to breakfast and see what the others think... I wonder whether this has been put up in all the houses?'</s> [INST]

And he had thought they believed him, thought they even admired him... He bounded forwards, pulled open the door and set off up the spiral staircase. He was on the sixth stair when there was a loud, wailing, klaxon-like sound and the steps melted together to make a long, smooth stone slide like a helter-skelter. Two fourth-year girls came zooming gleefully down the stone slide. 'Oooh. T didn't realise that would happen. It's not fair!' he added to Harry, as the girls headed off for the portrait hole, still giggling madly. Her expression became stony. Come on, let's get down to breakfast and see what the others think... I wonder whether this has been put up in all the houses?'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> It was immediately apparent on entering the Great Hall that Umbridge's sign had not only appeared in Gryffindor Tower. There was a peculiar intensity about the chatter and an extra measure of movement in the Hall as people scurried up and down their tables conferring on what they had read. 'Did you see it?'</s> [INST]

It was immediately apparent on entering the Great Hall that Umbridge's sign had not only appeared in Gryffindor Tower. There was a peculiar intensity about the chatter and an extra measure of movement in the Hall as people scurried up and down their tables conferring on what they had read. 'Did you see it?'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> 'D'you reckon she knows?'</s> [INST]

'D'you reckon she knows?'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> 'What are we going to do?'</s> [INST]

'What are we going to do?'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> They were all looking at Harry. He glanced around to make sure there were no teachers near them. 'We're going to do it anyway, of course,' he said quietly. 'Knew you'd say that,' said George, beaming and thumping Harry on the arm. 'And those Ravenclaw blokes and Smith... 'Never mind spots, the idiots can't come over here now, it'll look really suspicious - sit down!' she mouthed to Ernie and Hannah, gesturing frantically to them to rejoin the Hufflepuff table. 'Later! We'll - talk - to - you - later!'</s> [INST]

They were all looking at Harry. He glanced around to make sure there were no teachers near them. 'We're going to do it anyway, of course,' he said quietly. 'Knew you'd say that,' said George, beaming and thumping Harry on the arm. 'And those Ravenclaw blokes and Smith... 'Never mind spots, the idiots can't come over here now, it'll look really suspicious - sit down!' she mouthed to Ernie and Hannah, gesturing frantically to them to rejoin the Hufflepuff table. 'Later! We'll - talk - to - you - later!'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> 'I'll tell Michael,' said Ginny impatiently, swinging herself off her bench, 'the fool, honestly...'</s> [INST]

'I'll tell Michael,' said Ginny impatiently, swinging herself off her bench, 'the fool, honestly...'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> She hurried off towards the Ravenclaw table; Harry watched her go. Cho was sitting not far away, talking to the curly-haired friend she had brought along to the Hog's Head. Would Umbridge's notice scare her off meeting them again? But the full repercussions of the sign were not felt until they were leaving the Great Hall for History of Magic. 'Harry! 'It's OK,' said Harry quietly, when she was near enough to hear him. 'We're still going to - '</s> [INST]

She hurried off towards the Ravenclaw table; Harry watched her go. Cho was sitting not far away, talking to the curly-haired friend she had brought along to the Hog's Head. Would Umbridge's notice scare her off meeting them again? But the full repercussions of the sign were not felt until they were leaving the Great Hall for History of Magic. 'Harry! 'It's OK,' said Harry quietly, when she was near enough to hear him. 'We're still going to - '</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> 'You realise she's including Quidditch in this?' Angelina said over him. 'We have to go and ask permission to re-form the Gryffindor team!'</s> [INST]

'You realise she's including Quidditch in this?' Angelina said over him. 'We have to go and ask permission to re-form the Gryffindor team!'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> 'What?' said Harry. 'You read the sign, it mentions teams too! So listen, Harry... I am saying this for the last time... please, please don't lose your temper with Umbridge again or she might not let us play any more!'</s> [INST]

'What?' said Harry. 'You read the sign, it mentions teams too! So listen, Harry... I am saying this for the last time... please, please don't lose your temper with Umbridge again or she might not let us play any more!'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> 'OK, OK,' said Harry, for Angelina looked as though she was on the verge of tears. 'Don't worry, I'll behave myself.. 'She hasn't inspected Binns yet... bet you anything she's there...'</s> [INST]

'OK, OK,' said Harry, for Angelina looked as though she was on the verge of tears. 'Don't worry, I'll behave myself.. 'She hasn't inspected Binns yet... bet you anything she's there...'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> But he was wrong; the only teacher present when they entered was Professor Binns, floating an inch or so above his chair as usual and preparing to continue his monotonous drone on giant wars. 'What?'</s> [INST]

But he was wrong; the only teacher present when they entered was Professor Binns, floating an inch or so above his chair as usual and preparing to continue his monotonous drone on giant wars. 'What?'</s></s>

[INST] <Chapter 19> <s> She pointed at the window. Harry looked round. Hedwig was perched on the narrow window ledge, gazing through the thick glass at him, a letter tied to her leg. Harry could not understand it; they had just had breakfast, why on earth hadn't she delivered the letter then, as usual? Many of his classmates were pointing out Hedwig to each other, too. 'Oh, I've always loved that owl, she's so beautiful,' Harry heard Lavender sigh to Parvati. He glanced round at Professor Binns who continued to read his notes, serenely unaware that the class's attention was even less focused upon him than usual. Harry slipped quietly off his chair, crouched down and hurried along the row to the window, where he slid the catch and opened it very slowly. He had expected Hedwig to hold out her leg so that he could remove the letter and then fly off to the Owlery, but the moment the window was open wide enough she hopped inside, hooting dolefully. He closed the window with an anxious glance at Professor Binns, crouched low again and sped back to his seat with Hedwig on his shoulder. He regained his seat, transferred Hedwig to his lap and made to remove the letter tied to her leg. Only then did he realise that Hedwig's feathers were oddly ruffled; some were bent the wrong way, and she was holding one of her wings at an odd angle. 'She's hurt!' Harry whispered, bending his head low over her. 'Look - there's something wrong with her wing - '</s> [INST]

She pointed at the window. Harry looked round. Hedwig was perched on the narrow window ledge, gazing through the thick glass at him, a letter tied to her leg. Harry could not understand it; they had just had breakfast, why on earth hadn't she delivered the letter then, as usual? Many of his classmates were pointing out Hedwig to each other, too. 'Oh, I've always loved that owl, she's so beautiful,' Harry heard Lavender sigh to Parvati. He glanced round at Professor Binns who continued to read his notes, serenely unaware that the class's attention was even less focused upon him than usual. Harry slipped quietly off his chair, crouched down and hurried along the row to the window, where he slid the catch and opened it very slowly. He had expected Hedwig to hold out her leg so that he could remove the letter and then fly off to the Owlery, but the moment the window was open wide enough she hopped inside, hooting dolefully. He closed the window with an anxious glance at Professor Binns, crouched low again and sped back to his seat with Hedwig on his shoulder. He regained his seat, transferred Hedwig to his lap and made to remove the letter tied to her leg. Only then did he realise that Hedwig's feathers were oddly ruffled; some were bent the wrong way, and she was holding one of her wings at an odd angle. 'She's hurt!' Harry whispered, bending his head low over her. 'Look - there's something wrong with her wing - '</s></s>