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<s> 'Hey, Johnson, what's with that hairstyle, anyway?' shrieked Pansy Parkinson from below. 'Why would anyone want to look like they've got worms coming out of their head?'</s> | Hey, Johnson, what's with that hairstyle, anyway?' shrieked Pansy Parkinson from below. 'Why would anyone want to look like they've got worms coming out of their head?'</s> |
<s> Angelina swept her long braided hair out of her face and continued calmly, 'Spread out, then, and let's see what we can do...'</s> | ina swept her long braided hair out of her face and continued calmly, 'Spread out, then, and let's see what we can do...'</s> |
<s> Harry reversed away from the others to the far side of the pitch. The Slytherins, led by Malfoy, roared and screamed with laughter. Harry saw Fred and George exchange looks, but uncharacteristically neither of them said anything, for which he was grateful... 'Hey, Potter, how's your scar feeling?' called Malfoy. 'Sure you don't need a lie down? Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherin team were howling with laughter. 'Get back in position, she's fine!' barked Angelina. 'But as you're passing to a teammate, do try not to knock her off her broom, won't you? We've got Bludgers for that!'</s> | reversed away from the others to the far side of the pitch. The Slytherins, led by Malfoy, roared and screamed with laughter. Harry saw Fred and George exchange looks, but uncharacteristically neither of them said anything, for which he was grateful... 'Hey, Potter, how's your scar feeling?' called Malfoy. 'Sure you don't need a lie down? Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherin team were howling with laughter. 'Get back in position, she's fine!' barked Angelina. 'But as you're passing to a teammate, do try not to knock her off her broom, won't you? We've got Bludgers for that!'</s> |
<s> Katie's nose was bleeding. Down below, the Slytherins were stamping their feet and jeering. Fred and George converged on Katie. 'Here, take this,' Fred told her, handing her something small anc purple from out of his pocket, 'it'll clear it up in no time.'</s> | atie's nose was bleeding. Down below, the Slytherins were stamping their feet and jeering. Fred and George converged on Katie. 'Here, take this,' Fred told her, handing her something small anc purple from out of his pocket, 'it'll clear it up in no time.'</s> |
<s> 'All right,' called Angelina, 'Fred, George, go and get your bats and a Bludger. Harry, release the Snitch when I say so. 'He's just nervous,' said Harry, 'he was fine when I was practising with him this morning.'</s> | All right,' called Angelina, 'Fred, George, go and get your bats and a Bludger. Harry, release the Snitch when I say so. 'He's just nervous,' said Harry, 'he was fine when I was practising with him this morning.'</s> |
<s> 'Yeah, well, I hope he hasn't peaked too soon,' said Fred gloomily. They returned to the air. When Angelina blew her whistle, Harry released the Snitch and Fred and George let fly the Bludger. From that moment on, Harry was barely aware of what the others were doing. It was his job to recapture the tiny fluttering golden ball that was worth a hundred and fifty points to the Seeker's team and doing so required enormous speed and skill. He accelerated, rolling and swerving in and out of the Chasers, the warm autumn air whipping his face, and the distant yells of the Slytherins so much meaningless roaring in his ears... but too soon, the whistle brought him to a halt again. 'Stop - stop - STOP!' screamed Angelina. 'Oh... sorry...'</s> | Yeah, well, I hope he hasn't peaked too soon,' said Fred gloomily. They returned to the air. When Angelina blew her whistle, Harry released the Snitch and Fred and George let fly the Bludger. From that moment on, Harry was barely aware of what the others were doing. It was his job to recapture the tiny fluttering golden ball that was worth a hundred and fifty points to the Seeker's team and doing so required enormous speed and skill. He accelerated, rolling and swerving in and out of the Chasers, the warm autumn air whipping his face, and the distant yells of the Slytherins so much meaningless roaring in his ears... but too soon, the whistle brought him to a halt again. 'Stop - stop - STOP!' screamed Angelina. 'Oh... sorry...'</s> |
<s> 'You keep shifting around while you're watching the Chasers!' said Angelina. 'Either stay in centre position until you have to move to defend a hoop, or else circle the hoops, but don't drift vaguely off to one side, that's how you let in the last three goals!'</s> | You keep shifting around while you're watching the Chasers!' said Angelina. 'Either stay in centre position until you have to move to defend a hoop, or else circle the hoops, but don't drift vaguely off to one side, that's how you let in the last three goals!'</s> |
<s> 'Sorry.. 'And Katie, can't you do something about that nosebleed?'</s> | Sorry.. 'And Katie, can't you do something about that nosebleed?'</s> |
<s> 'It's just getting worse!' said Katie thickly, attempting to stem the flow with her sleeve. Harry glanced round at Fred, who was looking anxious and checking his pockets. He saw Fred pull out something purple, examine it for a second and then look round at Katie, evidently horror-struck. 'Well, let's try again,' said Angelina. She was ignoring the Slytherins, who had now set up a chant of 'Gryffindor are losers, Gryffindor are losers,' but there was a certain rigidity about her seat on the broom nevertheless. This time they had been flying for barely three minutes when Angelinas whistle sounded. Harry, who had just sighted the Snitch circling the opposite goalpost, pulled up feeling distinctly aggrieved. 'What now?' he said impatiently to Alicia, who was nearest. 'Katie,' she said shortly. Harry turned and saw Angelina, Fred and George all flying as fast as they could towards Katie. Harry and Alicia sped towards her, too. It was plain that Angelina had stopped training just in time; Katie was now chalk white and covered in blood. 'She needs the hospital wing,' said Angelina. 'We'll take her,' said Fred. 'She - er - might have swallowed a Blood Blisterpod by mistake - '</s> | It's just getting worse!' said Katie thickly, attempting to stem the flow with her sleeve. Harry glanced round at Fred, who was looking anxious and checking his pockets. He saw Fred pull out something purple, examine it for a second and then look round at Katie, evidently horror-struck. 'Well, let's try again,' said Angelina. She was ignoring the Slytherins, who had now set up a chant of 'Gryffindor are losers, Gryffindor are losers,' but there was a certain rigidity about her seat on the broom nevertheless. This time they had been flying for barely three minutes when Angelinas whistle sounded. Harry, who had just sighted the Snitch circling the opposite goalpost, pulled up feeling distinctly aggrieved. 'What now?' he said impatiently to Alicia, who was nearest. 'Katie,' she said shortly. Harry turned and saw Angelina, Fred and George all flying as fast as they could towards Katie. Harry and Alicia sped towards her, too. It was plain that Angelina had stopped training just in time; Katie was now chalk white and covered in blood. 'She needs the hospital wing,' said Angelina. 'We'll take her,' said Fred. 'She - er - might have swallowed a Blood Blisterpod by mistake - '</s> |
<s> 'Well, there's no point continuing with no Beaters and a Chaser gone,' said Angelina glumly as Fred and George zoomed off towards the castle supporting Katie between them. 'Come on, let's go and get changed.'</s> | Well, there's no point continuing with no Beaters and a Chaser gone,' said Angelina glumly as Fred and George zoomed off towards the castle supporting Katie between them. 'Come on, let's go and get changed.'</s> |
<s> The Slytherins continued to chant as they trailed back into the changing rooms. 'It was -'Harry began. 'Was he lousy?'</s> | Slytherins continued to chant as they trailed back into the changing rooms. 'It was -'Harry began. 'Was he lousy?'</s> |
<s> No,' said Harry loyally. 'Well, I suppose he could've played better,' Harry muttered, 'but it was only the first training session, like you said.. They spent the whole of Sunday in the common room, buried in! heir books while the room around them filled up, then emptied. It was another clear, fine day and most of their fellow Gryffindors spent the day out in the grounds, enjoying what might well be some of the last sunshine that year. By the evening, Harry felt as though somebody had been beating his brain against the inside of his skull. 'Listen... 'No,' he said heavily, 'you know she won't let us.'</s> | ,' said Harry loyally. 'Well, I suppose he could've played better,' Harry muttered, 'but it was only the first training session, like you said.. They spent the whole of Sunday in the common room, buried in! heir books while the room around them filled up, then emptied. It was another clear, fine day and most of their fellow Gryffindors spent the day out in the grounds, enjoying what might well be some of the last sunshine that year. By the evening, Harry felt as though somebody had been beating his brain against the inside of his skull. 'Listen... 'No,' he said heavily, 'you know she won't let us.'</s> |
<s> And so they worked on while the sky outside the windows became steadily darker. Slowly, the crowd in the common room began to thin again. He looked up at the other two. The further clown the parchment his eyes travelled, the more pronounced became his scowl. When he had finished reading, he looked disgusted. I was most pleasantly surprised when f heard this news and must firstly offer my congratulations. I must admit that I have always been afraid that you would take what we might call the 'Fred and George' route, rather than following in my footsteps, so you can imagine my feelings on hearing you have stopped flouting authority and have decided to shoulder some real responsibility. Hopefully, you will be able 'o read this away from prying eyes and avoid awkward questions. From something the Minister let slip when telling me you are now a prefect, I gather that you are still seeing a lot of Harry Potter. Yes, I am sure you are surprised to hear this - no doubt you will say that Potter has always been Dumbledore's favourite - but I feel bound to tell you that Dumbledore may not be in charge at Hogwarts much longer and the people who count have a very different - and probably more accurate - view of Potter's behaviour. I shall say no more here, but if you look at the Daily Prophet tomorrow you will get a good idea of the way the wind is blowing - and see if you can spot yours truly! As you must be aware, given that our father escorted him to court, Potter had a disciplinary hearing this summer in front of the whole Wizengamot and he did not come out of it looking too good. He got off on a mere technicality, if you ask me, and many of the people I've spoken to remain convinced of his guilt. It may be that you are afraid to sever ties with Potter - I know that he can be unbalanced and, for all I know, violent - but if you have any worries about this, or have spotted anything else in Potter's behaviour that is troubling you, I urge you to speak to Dolores Umbridge, a truly delightful woman who I know will be only too happy to advise you. This leads me to my other bit of advice</s> | so they worked on while the sky outside the windows became steadily darker. Slowly, the crowd in the common room began to thin again. He looked up at the other two. The further clown the parchment his eyes travelled, the more pronounced became his scowl. When he had finished reading, he looked disgusted. I was most pleasantly surprised when f heard this news and must firstly offer my congratulations. I must admit that I have always been afraid that you would take what we might call the 'Fred and George' route, rather than following in my footsteps, so you can imagine my feelings on hearing you have stopped flouting authority and have decided to shoulder some real responsibility. Hopefully, you will be able 'o read this away from prying eyes and avoid awkward questions. From something the Minister let slip when telling me you are now a prefect, I gather that you are still seeing a lot of Harry Potter. Yes, I am sure you are surprised to hear this - no doubt you will say that Potter has always been Dumbledore's favourite - but I feel bound to tell you that Dumbledore may not be in charge at Hogwarts much longer and the people who count have a very different - and probably more accurate - view of Potter's behaviour. I shall say no more here, but if you look at the Daily Prophet tomorrow you will get a good idea of the way the wind is blowing - and see if you can spot yours truly! As you must be aware, given that our father escorted him to court, Potter had a disciplinary hearing this summer in front of the whole Wizengamot and he did not come out of it looking too good. He got off on a mere technicality, if you ask me, and many of the people I've spoken to remain convinced of his guilt. It may be that you are afraid to sever ties with Potter - I know that he can be unbalanced and, for all I know, violent - but if you have any worries about this, or have spotted anything else in Potter's behaviour that is troubling you, I urge you to speak to Dolores Umbridge, a truly delightful woman who I know will be only too happy to advise you. This leads me to my other bit of advice</s> |
<s> As I have hinted above, Dumbledore's regime at Hogwarts may soon be over. I am very sorry to hear that, so far, Professor Umbridge is encountering very little co-operation from staff as she strives to make those necessary changes within Hogwarts that the Ministry so ardently desires (although she should find this easier from next week - again, see the Daily Prophet tomorrow!). I shall say only this - a student who shows himself willing to help Professor Umbridge now may be very well-placed for Head Boy ship in a couple of years! I am sorry that I was unable to see more of you over the summer. It pains me to criticise our parents, but I am afraid I can no longer live under their roof while they remain mixed up with the dangerous crowd around Dumbledore. (If you are writing to Mother at any point, you might tell her that a certain Sturgis Podmore, who is a great friend of Dumbledore's, has recently been sent to Azkaban for trespass at the Ministry. I sincerely hope that, in time, they will realise how mistaken they were and I shall, of course, be ready to accept a full apology when that day comes. Please think over what I have said most carefully, particularly the bit about Harry Potter, and congratulations again on becoming prefect. 'Come on, we've got to get this finished sometime before dawn,' he said briskly to Harry, pulling Professor Sinistra's essay back towards him. 'Oh, give them here,' she said abruptly. 'Give them to me, I'll look through them and correct them,' she said. 'Are you serious? It was now past midnight and the common room was deserted but for the three of them and Crookshanks. Harry was exhausted. He also felt an odd, sick, empty feeling in his stomach that had nothing to do with tiredness and everything to do with the letter now curling blackly in the heart of the fire. He had known Percy for four years, had stayed in his house during the summer holidays, shared a tent with him during the Quidditch World Cup, had even been awarded full marks by him in the second task of the Triwizard Tournament last year, yet now, Per</s> | I have hinted above, Dumbledore's regime at Hogwarts may soon be over. I am very sorry to hear that, so far, Professor Umbridge is encountering very little co-operation from staff as she strives to make those necessary changes within Hogwarts that the Ministry so ardently desires (although she should find this easier from next week - again, see the Daily Prophet tomorrow!). I shall say only this - a student who shows himself willing to help Professor Umbridge now may be very well-placed for Head Boy ship in a couple of years! I am sorry that I was unable to see more of you over the summer. It pains me to criticise our parents, but I am afraid I can no longer live under their roof while they remain mixed up with the dangerous crowd around Dumbledore. (If you are writing to Mother at any point, you might tell her that a certain Sturgis Podmore, who is a great friend of Dumbledore's, has recently been sent to Azkaban for trespass at the Ministry. I sincerely hope that, in time, they will realise how mistaken they were and I shall, of course, be ready to accept a full apology when that day comes. Please think over what I have said most carefully, particularly the bit about Harry Potter, and congratulations again on becoming prefect. 'Come on, we've got to get this finished sometime before dawn,' he said briskly to Harry, pulling Professor Sinistra's essay back towards him. 'Oh, give them here,' she said abruptly. 'Give them to me, I'll look through them and correct them,' she said. 'Are you serious? It was now past midnight and the common room was deserted but for the three of them and Crookshanks. Harry was exhausted. He also felt an odd, sick, empty feeling in his stomach that had nothing to do with tiredness and everything to do with the letter now curling blackly in the heart of the fire. He had known Percy for four years, had stayed in his house during the summer holidays, shared a tent with him during the Quidditch World Cup, had even been awarded full marks by him in the second task of the Triwizard Tournament last year, yet now, Per</s> |
<s> thought him unbalanced and possibly violent. And with a surge of sympathy for his godfather, Harry thought Sirius was probably the only person he knew who could really understand how he felt at the moment, because Sirius was in the same situation. Nearly everyone in the wizarding world thought Sirius a dangerous murderer and a great Voldemort supporter and he had had to live with that knowledge for fourteen years... Harry blinked. He had just seen something in the fire that could not have been there. It had flashed into sight and vanished immediately. No... it could not have been... he had imagined it because he had been thinking about Sirius... 'Harry, yours is OK except for this bit at the end, I think you must have misheard Professor Sinistra, Europa's covered in ice, not mice - 'Harry?'</s> | him unbalanced and possibly violent. And with a surge of sympathy for his godfather, Harry thought Sirius was probably the only person he knew who could really understand how he felt at the moment, because Sirius was in the same situation. Nearly everyone in the wizarding world thought Sirius a dangerous murderer and a great Voldemort supporter and he had had to live with that knowledge for fourteen years... Harry blinked. He had just seen something in the fire that could not have been there. It had flashed into sight and vanished immediately. No... it could not have been... he had imagined it because he had been thinking about Sirius... 'Harry, yours is OK except for this bit at the end, I think you must have misheard Professor Sinistra, Europa's covered in ice, not mice - 'Harry?'</s> |
<s> Harry had slid off his chair on to his knees and was now crouching on the singed and threadbare hearthrug, gazing into the flames. 'Why are you down there?'</s> | had slid off his chair on to his knees and was now crouching on the singed and threadbare hearthrug, gazing into the flames. 'Why are you down there?'</s> |
<s> 'Because I've just seen Sirius's head in the fire,' said Harry. He spoke quite calmly; after all, he had seen Sirius's head in this very fire the previous year and talked to it, too; nevertheless, he could not be sure that he had really seen it this time... it had vanished so quickly... 'You mean like when he wanted to talk to you during the Triwizard Tournament? There in the middle of the dancing flames sat Sirius's head, long dark hair failing around his grinning face. 'I was starting to think you'd go to bed before everyone else had disappeared,' he said. 'I've been checking every hour.'</s> | Because I've just seen Sirius's head in the fire,' said Harry. He spoke quite calmly; after all, he had seen Sirius's head in this very fire the previous year and talked to it, too; nevertheless, he could not be sure that he had really seen it this time... it had vanished so quickly... 'You mean like when he wanted to talk to you during the Triwizard Tournament? There in the middle of the dancing flames sat Sirius's head, long dark hair failing around his grinning face. 'I was starting to think you'd go to bed before everyone else had disappeared,' he said. 'I've been checking every hour.'</s> |
<s> 'You've been popping into the fire every hour?' Harry said, half-laughing. 'You sound like Molly,' said Sirius. 'You didn't say you'd written to Sirius! 'I forgot,' said Harry, which was perfectly true; his meeting with Cho in the Owlery had driven everything before it out of his mind. 'We'll tell you afterwards. Go on, Sirius.'</s> | You've been popping into the fire every hour?' Harry said, half-laughing. 'You sound like Molly,' said Sirius. 'You didn't say you'd written to Sirius! 'I forgot,' said Harry, which was perfectly true; his meeting with Cho in the Owlery had driven everything before it out of his mind. 'We'll tell you afterwards. Go on, Sirius.'</s> |
<s> 'Well, I know it can't be fun when it hurts, but we don't think its anything to really worry about. 'So maybe he was just, I dunno, really angry or something the night I had that detention.'</s> | Well, I know it can't be fun when it hurts, but we don't think its anything to really worry about. 'So maybe he was just, I dunno, really angry or something the night I had that detention.'</s> |
<s> 'Well, now he's back it's bound to hurt more often,' said Sirius. 'So you don't think it had anything to do with Umbridge touching me when I was in detention with her?' Harry asked. 'I doubt it,' said Sirius. 'Yes, but the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters,' said Sirius with a wry smile. 'I know she's a nasty piece of work, though - you should hear Remus talk about her.'</s> | Well, now he's back it's bound to hurt more often,' said Sirius. 'So you don't think it had anything to do with Umbridge touching me when I was in detention with her?' Harry asked. 'I doubt it,' said Sirius. 'Yes, but the world isn't split into good people and Death Eaters,' said Sirius with a wry smile. 'I know she's a nasty piece of work, though - you should hear Remus talk about her.'</s> |
<s> 'Does Lupin know her?' asked Harry quickly, remembering Umbridge's comments about dangerous half-breeds during her first lesson. 'No,' said Sirius, 'but she drafted a bit of anti-werewolf legislation two years ago thai makes it almost impossible for him to get a job.'</s> | Does Lupin know her?' asked Harry quickly, remembering Umbridge's comments about dangerous half-breeds during her first lesson. 'No,' said Sirius, 'but she drafted a bit of anti-werewolf legislation two years ago thai makes it almost impossible for him to get a job.'</s> |
<s> Harry remembered how much shabbier Lupin looked these days and his dislike of Umbridge deepened even further. 'Scared of them, I expect,' said Sirius, smiling at her indignation. 'Apparently, she loathes part-humans; she campaigned to have merpeople rounded up and tagged last year, too. 'Sirius!' she said reproachfully. 'Honestly, if you made a bit of an effort with Kreacher, I'm sure he'd respond. After all, you are the only member of his family he's got left, and Professor Dumbledore said - '</s> | remembered how much shabbier Lupin looked these days and his dislike of Umbridge deepened even further. 'Scared of them, I expect,' said Sirius, smiling at her indignation. 'Apparently, she loathes part-humans; she campaigned to have merpeople rounded up and tagged last year, too. 'Sirius!' she said reproachfully. 'Honestly, if you made a bit of an effort with Kreacher, I'm sure he'd respond. After all, you are the only member of his family he's got left, and Professor Dumbledore said - '</s> |
<s> 'So, what are Umbridge's lessons like?' Sirius interrupted. 'Ah, well, that figures,' said Sirius. 'Our information from inside the Ministry is that Fudge doesn't want you trained in combat.'</s> | So, what are Umbridge's lessons like?' Sirius interrupted. 'Ah, well, that figures,' said Sirius. 'Our information from inside the Ministry is that Fudge doesn't want you trained in combat.'</s> |
<s> 'Trained in combat!' repeated Harry incredulously. 'Yep,' said Sirius. 'Fudge thinks Dumbledore will stop at nothing to seize power. He's getting more paranoid about Dumbledore by the day. It's a matter of time before he has Dumbledore arrested on some trumped-up charge.'</s> | Trained in combat!' repeated Harry incredulously. 'Yep,' said Sirius. 'Fudge thinks Dumbledore will stop at nothing to seize power. He's getting more paranoid about Dumbledore by the day. It's a matter of time before he has Dumbledore arrested on some trumped-up charge.'</s> |
<s> This reminded Harry of Percy's letter. 'D'you know if there's going to be anything about Dumbledore in the Daily Prophet tomorrow? It's just been Kreacher and me here</s> | reminded Harry of Percy's letter. 'D'you know if there's going to be anything about Dumbledore in the Daily Prophet tomorrow? It's just been Kreacher and me here</s> |
<s> There was a definite note of bitterness in Sirius's voice. 'So you haven't had any news about Hagrid, either?'</s> | was a definite note of bitterness in Sirius's voice. 'So you haven't had any news about Hagrid, either?'</s> |
<s> 'Ah...' said Sirius, 'well, he was supposed to be back by now, no one's sure what's happened to him.' Then, seeing their stricken faces, he added quickly, 'But Dumbledore's not worried, so don't you three get yourselves in a state; I'm sure Hagrid's fine.'</s> | Ah...' said Sirius, 'well, he was supposed to be back by now, no one's sure what's happened to him.' Then, seeing their stricken faces, he added quickly, 'But Dumbledore's not worried, so don't you three get yourselves in a state; I'm sure Hagrid's fine.'</s> |
<s> 'But if he was supposed to be back by now.. 'Listen, don't go asking too many questions about Hagrid,' said Sirius hastily, 'it'll just draw even more attention to the fact that he's not back and I know Dumbledore doesn't want that. Hagrid's tough, he'll be OK.' And when they did not appear cheered by this, Sirius added, 'When's your next Hogsmeade weekend, anyway? I was thinking, we got away with the dog disguise at the station, didn't we? 'Oh, that,' said Sirius, grinning, 'they're always guessing where I am, they haven't really got a clue - '</s> | But if he was supposed to be back by now.. 'Listen, don't go asking too many questions about Hagrid,' said Sirius hastily, 'it'll just draw even more attention to the fact that he's not back and I know Dumbledore doesn't want that. Hagrid's tough, he'll be OK.' And when they did not appear cheered by this, Sirius added, 'When's your next Hogsmeade weekend, anyway? I was thinking, we got away with the dog disguise at the station, didn't we? 'Oh, that,' said Sirius, grinning, 'they're always guessing where I am, they haven't really got a clue - '</s> |
<s> 'Yeah, but we think this time they have,' said Harry. 'Something Malfoy said on the train made us think he knew it was you, and his father was on the platform, Sirius - you know, Lucius Malfoy - so don't come up here, whatever you do. If Malfoy recognises you again - '</s> | Yeah, but we think this time they have,' said Harry. 'Something Malfoy said on the train made us think he knew it was you, and his father was on the platform, Sirius - you know, Lucius Malfoy - so don't come up here, whatever you do. If Malfoy recognises you again - '</s> |
<s> 'All right, all right, I've got the point,' said Sirius. He looked most displeased. 'Just an idea, thought you might like to get together.'</s> | All right, all right, I've got the point,' said Sirius. He looked most displeased. 'Just an idea, thought you might like to get together.'</s> |
<s> 'I would, I just don't want you chucked back in Azkaban!' said Harry. There was a pause in which Sirius looked out of the fire at Harry, a crease between his sunken eyes. 'You're less like your father than I thought,' he said finally, a definite coolness in his voice. 'The risk would've been what made it fun for James.'</s> | I would, I just don't want you chucked back in Azkaban!' said Harry. There was a pause in which Sirius looked out of the fire at Harry, a crease between his sunken eyes. 'You're less like your father than I thought,' he said finally, a definite coolness in his voice. 'The risk would've been what made it fun for James.'</s> |
<s> 'Look - '</s> | Look - '</s> |
<s> 'Well, I'd better get going, I can hear Kreacher coming down the stairs,' said Sirius, but Harry was sure he was lying. 'I'll write to tell you a time I can make it back into the fire, then, shall I? If you can stand to risk it?'</s> | Well, I'd better get going, I can hear Kreacher coming down the stairs,' said Sirius, but Harry was sure he was lying. 'I'll write to tell you a time I can make it back into the fire, then, shall I? If you can stand to risk it?'</s> |
<s> There was a tiny pop, and the place where Sirius's head had been was flickering flame once more. MINISTRY SEEKS EDUCATIONAL REFORM</s> | was a tiny pop, and the place where Sirius's head had been was flickering flame once more. MINISTRY SEEKS EDUCATIONAL REFORM</s> |
<s> DOLORES UMBRIDGE APPOINTED</s> | LORES UMBRIDGE APPOINTED</s> |
<s> FIRST EVER HIGH INQUISITOR</s> | IRST EVER HIGH INQUISITOR</s> |
<s> 'Umbridge - "High Inquisitor"?' said Harry darkly, his half-eaten piece of toast slipping from his fingers. "He is now responding to concerns, voiced by anxious parents, who feel the school may be moving in a direction they do not approve of."</s> | Umbridge - "High Inquisitor"?' said Harry darkly, his half-eaten piece of toast slipping from his fingers. "He is now responding to concerns, voiced by anxious parents, who feel the school may be moving in a direction they do not approve of."</s> |
<s> 'This is not the first time in recent weeks that the Minister, Cornelius Fudge, has used new laws to effect improvements at the wizarding school. As recently as 30th August, Educational Decree Number Twenty-two was passed, to ensure that, in the event of the current Headmaster being unable to provide a candidate for a teaching post, the Ministry should select an appropriate person. "Dumbledore couldn't find anyone so the Minister put in Umbridge, and of course, she's been an immediate success - " '</s> | This is not the first time in recent weeks that the Minister, Cornelius Fudge, has used new laws to effect improvements at the wizarding school. As recently as 30th August, Educational Decree Number Twenty-two was passed, to ensure that, in the event of the current Headmaster being unable to provide a candidate for a teaching post, the Ministry should select an appropriate person. "Dumbledore couldn't find anyone so the Minister put in Umbridge, and of course, she's been an immediate success - " '</s> |
<s> 'She's been a WHAT?' said Harry loudly.'"- an immediate success, totally revolutionising the teaching of Defence Against the Dark Arts and providing the Minister with on-the-ground feedback about what's really happening at Hogwarts."</s> | She's been a WHAT?' said Harry loudly.'"- an immediate success, totally revolutionising the teaching of Defence Against the Dark Arts and providing the Minister with on-the-ground feedback about what's really happening at Hogwarts."</s> |
<s> 'It is this last function that the Ministry has now formalised with the passing of Educational Decree Number Twenty-three, which creates the new position of Hogwarts High Inquisitor. "The Inquisitor will have powers to inspect her fellow educators and make sure that they are coming up to scratch. Professor Umbridge has been offered this position in addition to her own teaching post and we are delighted to say that she has accepted."</s> | It is this last function that the Ministry has now formalised with the passing of Educational Decree Number Twenty-three, which creates the new position of Hogwarts High Inquisitor. "The Inquisitor will have powers to inspect her fellow educators and make sure that they are coming up to scratch. Professor Umbridge has been offered this position in addition to her own teaching post and we are delighted to say that she has accepted."</s> |
<s> 'The Ministry's new moves have received enthusiastic support from parents of students at Hogwarts. '"I feel much easier in my mind now that I know Dumbledore is being subjected to fair and objective evaluation," said Mr Lucius Malfoy, 41, speaking from his Wiltshire mansion last night. "Many of us with our children's best interests at heart have been concerned about some of Dumbledore's eccentric decisions in the last few years and are glad to know that the Ministry is keeping an eye on the situation."</s> | The Ministry's new moves have received enthusiastic support from parents of students at Hogwarts. '"I feel much easier in my mind now that I know Dumbledore is being subjected to fair and objective evaluation," said Mr Lucius Malfoy, 41, speaking from his Wiltshire mansion last night. "Many of us with our children's best interests at heart have been concerned about some of Dumbledore's eccentric decisions in the last few years and are glad to know that the Ministry is keeping an eye on the situation."</s> |
<s> 'Among those eccentric decisions are undoubtedly the controversial staff appointments previously described in this newspaper, which have included the employment of werewolf Remus Lupin, half-giant Rubeus Hagrid and delusional ex-Auror, "Mad-Eye" Moody. 'Rumours abound, of course, that Albus Dumbledore, once Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, is no longer up to the task of managing the prestigious school of Hogwarts. '"I think the appointment of the Inquisitor is a first step towards ensuring that Hogwarts has a headmaster in whom we can all repose our confidence," said a Ministry insider last night. 'Wizengamot elders Griselda Marchbanks and Tiberius Ogden have resigned in protest at the introduction of the post of Inquisitor to Hogwarts. '"Hogwarts is a school, not an outpost of Cornelius Fudge's office," said Madam Marchbanks. 'So now we know how we ended up with Umbridge! Fudge passed this "Educational Decree" and forced her on us! 'I can't believe this. It's outrageous!'</s> | Among those eccentric decisions are undoubtedly the controversial staff appointments previously described in this newspaper, which have included the employment of werewolf Remus Lupin, half-giant Rubeus Hagrid and delusional ex-Auror, "Mad-Eye" Moody. 'Rumours abound, of course, that Albus Dumbledore, once Supreme Mugwump of the International Confederation of Wizards and Chief Warlock of the Wizengamot, is no longer up to the task of managing the prestigious school of Hogwarts. '"I think the appointment of the Inquisitor is a first step towards ensuring that Hogwarts has a headmaster in whom we can all repose our confidence," said a Ministry insider last night. 'Wizengamot elders Griselda Marchbanks and Tiberius Ogden have resigned in protest at the introduction of the post of Inquisitor to Hogwarts. '"Hogwarts is a school, not an outpost of Cornelius Fudge's office," said Madam Marchbanks. 'So now we know how we ended up with Umbridge! Fudge passed this "Educational Decree" and forced her on us! 'I can't believe this. It's outrageous!'</s> |
<s> 'I know it is,' said Harry. He looked down at his right hand, clenched on the table-top, and saw the faint white outline of the words Umbridge had forced him to cut into his skin...'</s> | I know it is,' said Harry. He looked down at his right hand, clenched on the table-top, and saw the faint white outline of the words Umbridge had forced him to cut into his skin...'</s> |
<s> But Professor Umbridge was not inspecting their History of Magic lesson, which was just as dull as the previous Monday, nor was she in Snape's dungeon when they arrived for double Potions, where Harry's moonstone essay was handed back to him with a large, spiky black 'D' scrawled in an upper corner. 'I have awarded you the grades you would have received if you presented this work in your OWL,' said Snape with a smirk, as he swept among them, passing back their homework. 'This should give you a realistic idea of what to expect in the examination.'</s> | Professor Umbridge was not inspecting their History of Magic lesson, which was just as dull as the previous Monday, nor was she in Snape's dungeon when they arrived for double Potions, where Harry's moonstone essay was handed back to him with a large, spiky black 'D' scrawled in an upper corner. 'I have awarded you the grades you would have received if you presented this work in your OWL,' said Snape with a smirk, as he swept among them, passing back their homework. 'This should give you a realistic idea of what to expect in the examination.'</s> |
<s> Snape reached the front of the class and turned on his heel to face them. The general standard of this homework was abysmal. Most of you would have failed had this been your examination. I expect to see a great deal more effort for this week's essay on the various varieties of venom antidotes, or I shall have to start handing out detentions to those dunces who get a "D".'</s> | nape reached the front of the class and turned on his heel to face them. The general standard of this homework was abysmal. Most of you would have failed had this been your examination. I expect to see a great deal more effort for this week's essay on the various varieties of venom antidotes, or I shall have to start handing out detentions to those dunces who get a "D".'</s> |
<s> He smirked as Malfoy sniggered and said in a carrying whisper, 'Some people got a "D"? Determined not to give Snape an excuse to tail him this lesson, Harry read and reread every line of instructions on the blackboard at least three times before acting on them. 'Of course, a lot can happen between now and the exam, we've got plenty of time to improve, but the grades we're getting now are a sort of baseline, aren't they? Something we can build on...'</s> | smirked as Malfoy sniggered and said in a carrying whisper, 'Some people got a "D"? Determined not to give Snape an excuse to tail him this lesson, Harry read and reread every line of instructions on the blackboard at least three times before acting on them. 'Of course, a lot can happen between now and the exam, we've got plenty of time to improve, but the grades we're getting now are a sort of baseline, aren't they? Something we can build on...'</s> |
<s> They sat down together at the Gryffindor table. 'Happy?'</s> | sat down together at the Gryffindor table. 'Happy?'</s> |
<s> 'Well, that's nothing to be ashamed of,' said Fred, who had just arrived at the table with George and Lee Jordan and was sitting down on Harry's right...'</s> | Well, that's nothing to be ashamed of,' said Fred, who had just arrived at the table with George and Lee Jordan and was sitting down on Harry's right...'</s> |
<s> '"Poor", yeah,' said Lee Jordan. 'Still, better than "D", isn't it? 'Dreadful"?'</s> | Poor", yeah,' said Lee Jordan. 'Still, better than "D", isn't it? 'Dreadful"?'</s> |
<s> Harry felt his face grow warm and faked a small coughing fit over his roll. 'So top grade's "O" for "Outstanding",' she was saying, 'and then there's "A" - '</s> | felt his face grow warm and faked a small coughing fit over his roll. 'So top grade's "O" for "Outstanding",' she was saying, 'and then there's "A" - '</s> |
<s> 'No, "E",' George corrected her, '"E" for "Exceeds Expectations". 'And then "T",' George reminded her. 'Even lower than a "D"? What on earth does "T" stand for?'</s> | No, "E",' George corrected her, '"E" for "Exceeds Expectations". 'And then "T",' George reminded her. 'Even lower than a "D"? What on earth does "T" stand for?'</s> |
<s> '"Troll",' said George promptly. Harry laughed again, though he was not sure whether or not George was joking. 'You lot had an inspected lesson yet?' Fred asked them. 'Have you?'</s> | Troll",' said George promptly. Harry laughed again, though he was not sure whether or not George was joking. 'You lot had an inspected lesson yet?' Fred asked them. 'Have you?'</s> |
<s> 'Just now, before lunch,' said George. Fred shrugged. 'Not that bad. Umbridge just lurked in the corner making notes on a clipboard. You know what Flitwick's like, he treated her like a guest, didn't seem to bother him at all. She didn't say much. Asked Alicia a couple of questions about what the classes are normally like, Alicia told her they were really good, that was it.'</s> | Just now, before lunch,' said George. Fred shrugged. 'Not that bad. Umbridge just lurked in the corner making notes on a clipboard. You know what Flitwick's like, he treated her like a guest, didn't seem to bother him at all. She didn't say much. Asked Alicia a couple of questions about what the classes are normally like, Alicia told her they were really good, that was it.'</s> |
<s> 'I can't see old Flitwick getting marked down,' said George, 'he usually gets everyone through their exams all right.'</s> | I can't see old Flitwick getting marked down,' said George, 'he usually gets everyone through their exams all right.'</s> |
<s> 'Who've you got this afternoon?' Fred asked Harry. Trelawney - '</s> | Who've you got this afternoon?' Fred asked Harry. Trelawney - '</s> |
<s> 'A "T" if ever I saw one.'</s> | A "T" if ever I saw one.'</s> |
<s>'- and Umbridge herself.'</s> | - and Umbridge herself.'</s> |
<s> 'Well, be a good boy and keep your temper with Umbridge today,' said George. 'Angelina'll do her nut if you miss any more Quidditch practices.'</s> | Well, be a good boy and keep your temper with Umbridge today,' said George. 'Angelina'll do her nut if you miss any more Quidditch practices.'</s> |
<s> But Harry did not have to wait for Defence Against the Dark Arts to meet Professor Umbridge. The class, which had been talking cheerily, fell silent at once. The abrupt fall in the noise level made Professor Trelawney, who had been wafting about handing out copies of The Dream Oracle, look round. 'Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney,' said Professor Umbridge with her wide smile. "You received my note, I trust? Giving the time and date of your inspection?'</s> | Harry did not have to wait for Defence Against the Dark Arts to meet Professor Umbridge. The class, which had been talking cheerily, fell silent at once. The abrupt fall in the noise level made Professor Trelawney, who had been wafting about handing out copies of The Dream Oracle, look round. 'Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney,' said Professor Umbridge with her wide smile. "You received my note, I trust? Giving the time and date of your inspection?'</s> |
<s> Professor Trelawney nodded curtly and, looking very disgruntled, turned her back on Professor Umbridge and continued to give out books. Still smiling, Professor Umbridge grasped the back of the nearest armchair and pulled it to the front of the class so that it was a few inches behind Professor Trelawney's seat. She then sat down, took her clipboard from her flowery bag and looked up expectantly, waiting for the class to begin. Professor Trelawney pulled her shawls tight about her with slightly trembling hands and surveyed the class through her hugely magnifying lenses. 'We shall be continuing our study of prophetic dreams today,' she said in a brave attempt at her usual mystic tones, though her voice shook slightly. 'Divide into pairs, please, and interpret each others latest night-time visions with the aid of the Oracle.'</s> | Trelawney nodded curtly and, looking very disgruntled, turned her back on Professor Umbridge and continued to give out books. Still smiling, Professor Umbridge grasped the back of the nearest armchair and pulled it to the front of the class so that it was a few inches behind Professor Trelawney's seat. She then sat down, took her clipboard from her flowery bag and looked up expectantly, waiting for the class to begin. Professor Trelawney pulled her shawls tight about her with slightly trembling hands and surveyed the class through her hugely magnifying lenses. 'We shall be continuing our study of prophetic dreams today,' she said in a brave attempt at her usual mystic tones, though her voice shook slightly. 'Divide into pairs, please, and interpret each others latest night-time visions with the aid of the Oracle.'</s> |
<s> She made as though to sweep back to her seat, saw Professor Umbridge sitting right beside it, and immediately veered left towards Parvati and Lavender, who were already deep in discussion about Parvati's most recent dream. Harry opened his copy of The Dream Oracle, watching Umbridge covertly. She was already making notes on her clipboard. After a few minutes she got to her feet and began to pace the room in "Trelawney's wake, listening to her conversations with students and posing questions here and there. Harry bent his head hurriedly over his book...' said Harry desperately, who could not remember dreaming anything at all over the last few days. 'Let's say I dreamed I was... drowning Snape in my cauldron. Yeah, that'll do.. 'OK, we've got to add your age to the date you had the dream, the number of letters in the subject... would that be "drowning" or "cauldron" or "Snape"?'</s> | made as though to sweep back to her seat, saw Professor Umbridge sitting right beside it, and immediately veered left towards Parvati and Lavender, who were already deep in discussion about Parvati's most recent dream. Harry opened his copy of The Dream Oracle, watching Umbridge covertly. She was already making notes on her clipboard. After a few minutes she got to her feet and began to pace the room in "Trelawney's wake, listening to her conversations with students and posing questions here and there. Harry bent his head hurriedly over his book...' said Harry desperately, who could not remember dreaming anything at all over the last few days. 'Let's say I dreamed I was... drowning Snape in my cauldron. Yeah, that'll do.. 'OK, we've got to add your age to the date you had the dream, the number of letters in the subject... would that be "drowning" or "cauldron" or "Snape"?'</s> |
<s> 'It doesn't matter, pick any of them.' said Harry, chancing a glance behind him. Professor Umbridge was now standing at Professor Trelawney's shoulder making notes while the Divination teacher questioned Neville about his dream diary. 'I dunno, last night, whenever you like,' Harry told him, trying to listen to what Umbridge was saying to Professor Trelawney. Professor Umbridge was making another note on her clipboard and Professor Trelawney was looking extremely put out. 'Now,' said Umbridge, looking up at Trelawney, 'you've been in this post how long, exactly?'</s> | It doesn't matter, pick any of them.' said Harry, chancing a glance behind him. Professor Umbridge was now standing at Professor Trelawney's shoulder making notes while the Divination teacher questioned Neville about his dream diary. 'I dunno, last night, whenever you like,' Harry told him, trying to listen to what Umbridge was saying to Professor Trelawney. Professor Umbridge was making another note on her clipboard and Professor Trelawney was looking extremely put out. 'Now,' said Umbridge, looking up at Trelawney, 'you've been in this post how long, exactly?'</s> |
<s> Professor Trelawney scowled at her, arms crossed and shoulders hunched as though wishing to protect herself as much as possible from the indignity of the inspection. After a slight pause in which she seemed to decide that the question was not so offensive that she could reasonably ignore it, she said in a deeply resentful tone, 'Nearly sixteen years.'</s> | Trelawney scowled at her, arms crossed and shoulders hunched as though wishing to protect herself as much as possible from the indignity of the inspection. After a slight pause in which she seemed to decide that the question was not so offensive that she could reasonably ignore it, she said in a deeply resentful tone, 'Nearly sixteen years.'</s> |
<s> 'Quite a period,' said Professor Umbridge, making a note on her clipboard. 'So it was Professor Dumbledore who appointed you?'</s> | Quite a period,' said Professor Umbridge, making a note on her clipboard. 'So it was Professor Dumbledore who appointed you?'</s> |
<s> That's right,' said Professor Trelawney shortly. Professor Umbridge made another note. 'And you are a great-great-granddaughter of the celebrated Seer Cassandra Trelawney?'</s> | 's right,' said Professor Trelawney shortly. Professor Umbridge made another note. 'And you are a great-great-granddaughter of the celebrated Seer Cassandra Trelawney?'</s> |
<s> 'Yes,' said Professor Trelawney, holding her head a little higher. Another note on the clipboard. 'But I think - correct me if I am mistaken - that you are the first in your family since Cassandra to be possessed of Second Sight?'</s> | Yes,' said Professor Trelawney, holding her head a little higher. Another note on the clipboard. 'But I think - correct me if I am mistaken - that you are the first in your family since Cassandra to be possessed of Second Sight?'</s> |
<s> These things often skip - er - three generations,' said Professor Trelawney. Professor Umbridge's toadlike smile widened. 'Of course,' she said sweetly, making yet another note. 'Well, if you could just predict something for me, then?' And she looked up enquiringly, still smiling. Professor Trelawney stiffened as though unable to believe her ears. 'I don't understand you,' she said, clutching convulsively at the shawl around her scrawny neck. 'I'd like you to make a prediction for me,' said Professor Umbridge very clearly. Most of the class were staring transfixed at Professor Trelawney as she drew herself up to her lull height, her beads and bangles clinking. The Inner Eye does not See upon command!' she said in scandalised tones. 'I see,' said Professor Umbridge softly, making yet another note on her clipboard. 'I - but - but... wait!' said Professor Trelawney suddenly, in an attempt at her usual ethereal voice, though the mystical effect was ruined somewhat by the way it was shaking with anger. 'I... I think I do see something... something that concerns you... why, I sense something... something dark... some grave peril...'</s> | things often skip - er - three generations,' said Professor Trelawney. Professor Umbridge's toadlike smile widened. 'Of course,' she said sweetly, making yet another note. 'Well, if you could just predict something for me, then?' And she looked up enquiringly, still smiling. Professor Trelawney stiffened as though unable to believe her ears. 'I don't understand you,' she said, clutching convulsively at the shawl around her scrawny neck. 'I'd like you to make a prediction for me,' said Professor Umbridge very clearly. Most of the class were staring transfixed at Professor Trelawney as she drew herself up to her lull height, her beads and bangles clinking. The Inner Eye does not See upon command!' she said in scandalised tones. 'I see,' said Professor Umbridge softly, making yet another note on her clipboard. 'I - but - but... wait!' said Professor Trelawney suddenly, in an attempt at her usual ethereal voice, though the mystical effect was ruined somewhat by the way it was shaking with anger. 'I... I think I do see something... something that concerns you... why, I sense something... something dark... some grave peril...'</s> |
<s> Professor Trelawney pointed a shaking finger at Professor Umbridge who continued to smile blandly at her, eyebrows raised. 'I am afraid... I am afraid that you are in grave danger!' Professor Trelawney finished dramatically. There was a pause. Professor Umbridge surveyed Professor Trelawney. 'Right,' she said softly, scribbling on her clipboard once more. 'Well, if that's really the best you can do...'</s> | Trelawney pointed a shaking finger at Professor Umbridge who continued to smile blandly at her, eyebrows raised. 'I am afraid... I am afraid that you are in grave danger!' Professor Trelawney finished dramatically. There was a pause. Professor Umbridge surveyed Professor Trelawney. 'Right,' she said softly, scribbling on her clipboard once more. 'Well, if that's really the best you can do...'</s> |
<s> She turned away, leaving Professor Trelawney standing rooted to the spot, her chest heaving. 'Well?' she said, snapping her long fingers under Harry's nose, uncharacteristically brisk. 'Let me see the start you've made on your dream diary, please.'</s> | turned away, leaving Professor Trelawney standing rooted to the spot, her chest heaving. 'Well?' she said, snapping her long fingers under Harry's nose, uncharacteristically brisk. 'Let me see the start you've made on your dream diary, please.'</s> |
<s> 'I've read that too. I've read the whole book.'</s> | I've read that too. I've read the whole book.'</s> |
<s> Professor Umbridge blinked but recovered her poise almost instantly. 'He says "counter-jinx" is just a name people give their jinxes when they want to make them sound more acceptable.'</s> | Umbridge blinked but recovered her poise almost instantly. 'He says "counter-jinx" is just a name people give their jinxes when they want to make them sound more acceptable.'</s> |
<s> Professor Umbridge raised her eyebrows and Harry knew she was impressed, against her will. Professor Umbridge's eyebrows rose a little higher and her gaze became distinctly colder. 'You disagree?' she repeated. 'Mr Slinkhard doesn't like jinxes, does he? But I think they can be very useful when they're used defensively.'</s> | Umbridge raised her eyebrows and Harry knew she was impressed, against her will. Professor Umbridge's eyebrows rose a little higher and her gaze became distinctly colder. 'You disagree?' she repeated. 'Mr Slinkhard doesn't like jinxes, does he? But I think they can be very useful when they're used defensively.'</s> |
<s> 'Oh, you do, do you?' said Professor Umbridge, forgetting to whisper and straightening up. That is enough,' said Professor Umbridge. She walked back to the front of the class and stood before them, all the jauntiness she had shown at the beginning of the lesson gone. 'What for?' said Harry angrily. 'For disrupting my class with pointless interruptions,' said Professor Umbridge smoothly. 'I am here to teach you using a Ministry-approved method that does not include inviting students to give their opinions on matters about which they understand very little. Your previous teachers in this subject may have allowed you more licence, but as none of them - with the possible exception of Professor Quirrell, who did at least appear to have restricted himself to age-appropriate subjects - would have passed a Ministry inspection - '</s> | Oh, you do, do you?' said Professor Umbridge, forgetting to whisper and straightening up. That is enough,' said Professor Umbridge. She walked back to the front of the class and stood before them, all the jauntiness she had shown at the beginning of the lesson gone. 'What for?' said Harry angrily. 'For disrupting my class with pointless interruptions,' said Professor Umbridge smoothly. 'I am here to teach you using a Ministry-approved method that does not include inviting students to give their opinions on matters about which they understand very little. Your previous teachers in this subject may have allowed you more licence, but as none of them - with the possible exception of Professor Quirrell, who did at least appear to have restricted himself to age-appropriate subjects - would have passed a Ministry inspection - '</s> |
<s> 'Yeah, Quirrell was a great teacher,' said Harry loudly, 'there was just that minor drawback of him having Lord Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head.'</s> | Yeah, Quirrell was a great teacher,' said Harry loudly, 'there was just that minor drawback of him having Lord Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head.'</s> |
<s> This pronouncement was followed by one of the loudest silences Harry had ever heard. Then -</s> | pronouncement was followed by one of the loudest silences Harry had ever heard. Then -</s> |
<s> 'I think another week's detentions would do you some good, Mr Potter,' said Umbridge sleekly. *</s> | I think another week's detentions would do you some good, Mr Potter,' said Umbridge sleekly. *</s> |
<s> The cut on the back of Harry's hand had barely healed and, by the following morning, it was bleeding again. He did not complain during the evening's detention; he was determined not to give Umbridge the satisfaction; over and over again he wrote I must not tell lies and not a sound escaped his lips, though the cut deepened with every letter. The very worst part of this second week's worth of detentions v/as, just as George had predicted, Angslina's reaction. She cornered him just as he arrived at the Gryffindor table for breakfast on Tuesday and shouted so loudly that Professor McGonagall came sweeping down upon the pair of them from the staff table. 'Miss Johnson, how dare you make such a racket in the Great Hall! Five points from Gryffindor!'</s> | cut on the back of Harry's hand had barely healed and, by the following morning, it was bleeding again. He did not complain during the evening's detention; he was determined not to give Umbridge the satisfaction; over and over again he wrote I must not tell lies and not a sound escaped his lips, though the cut deepened with every letter. The very worst part of this second week's worth of detentions v/as, just as George had predicted, Angslina's reaction. She cornered him just as he arrived at the Gryffindor table for breakfast on Tuesday and shouted so loudly that Professor McGonagall came sweeping down upon the pair of them from the staff table. 'Miss Johnson, how dare you make such a racket in the Great Hall! Five points from Gryffindor!'</s> |
<s> 'But Professor - he's gone and landed himself in detention again - '</s> | But Professor - he's gone and landed himself in detention again - '</s> |
<s> 'What's this, Potter?' said Professor McGonagall sharply, rounding on Harry. 'Detention? From whom?'</s> | What's this, Potter?' said Professor McGonagall sharply, rounding on Harry. 'Detention? From whom?'</s> |
<s> 'From Professor Umbridge,' muttered Harry, not meeting Professor McGonagall's beady, square-framed eyes. 'Are you telling me,' she said, lowering her voice so that the group of curious Ravenclaws behind them could not hear, that after the warning I gave you last Monday you lost your temper in Professor Umbridge's class again?'</s> | From Professor Umbridge,' muttered Harry, not meeting Professor McGonagall's beady, square-framed eyes. 'Are you telling me,' she said, lowering her voice so that the group of curious Ravenclaws behind them could not hear, that after the warning I gave you last Monday you lost your temper in Professor Umbridge's class again?'</s> |
<s> 'Yes,' Harry muttered, speaking to the floor. 'Potter, you must get a grip on yourself! You are heading for serious trouble! Another five points from Gryffindor!'</s> | Yes,' Harry muttered, speaking to the floor. 'Potter, you must get a grip on yourself! You are heading for serious trouble! Another five points from Gryffindor!'</s> |
<s> 'But - what - '? Professor, no!' Harry said, furious at this injustice, 'I'm already being punished by her, why do you have to take points as well?'</s> | But - what - '? Professor, no!' Harry said, furious at this injustice, 'I'm already being punished by her, why do you have to take points as well?'</s> |
<s> 'Because detentions do not appear to have any effect on you whatsoever!' said Professor McGonagall tartly. 'No, not another word of complaint, Potter! And as for you, Miss Johnson, you will confine your shouting matches to the Quidditch pitch in future or risk losing the team captaincy!'</s> | Because detentions do not appear to have any effect on you whatsoever!' said Professor McGonagall tartly. 'No, not another word of complaint, Potter! And as for you, Miss Johnson, you will confine your shouting matches to the Quidditch pitch in future or risk losing the team captaincy!'</s> |
<s> Professor McGonagall strode back towards the staff table. 'She's taken points off Gryffindor because I'm having my hand sliced open every night! Professor Umbridge and her clipboard were sitting in a corner and the sight of her drove the memory of breakfast right out of his head. 'Let's see Umbridge get what she deserves.'</s> | McGonagall strode back towards the staff table. 'She's taken points off Gryffindor because I'm having my hand sliced open every night! Professor Umbridge and her clipboard were sitting in a corner and the sight of her drove the memory of breakfast right out of his head. 'Let's see Umbridge get what she deserves.'</s> |
<s> Professor McGonagall marched into the room without giving the slightest indication that she knew Professor Umbridge was there. That will do,' she said and silence fell immediately. 'Mr Finnigan, kindly come here and hand back the homework - Miss Brown, please take this box of mice - don't be silly, girl, they won't hurt you - and hand one to each student - '</s> | McGonagall marched into the room without giving the slightest indication that she knew Professor Umbridge was there. That will do,' she said and silence fell immediately. 'Mr Finnigan, kindly come here and hand back the homework - Miss Brown, please take this box of mice - don't be silly, girl, they won't hurt you - and hand one to each student - '</s> |
<s> 'Hem, hem,' said Professor Umbridge, employing the same silly little cough she had used to interrupt Dumbledore on the first night of term. Professor McGonagall ignored her. Seamus handed back Harry's essay; Harry took it without looking at him and saw, to his relief, that he had managed an 'A'. 'Right then, everyone, listen closely - Dean Thomas, if you do that to the mouse again I shall put you in detention - most of you have now successfully Vanished your snails and even those who were left with a certain amount of shell have got the gist of the spell. Today, we shall be - '</s> | Hem, hem,' said Professor Umbridge, employing the same silly little cough she had used to interrupt Dumbledore on the first night of term. Professor McGonagall ignored her. Seamus handed back Harry's essay; Harry took it without looking at him and saw, to his relief, that he had managed an 'A'. 'Right then, everyone, listen closely - Dean Thomas, if you do that to the mouse again I shall put you in detention - most of you have now successfully Vanished your snails and even those who were left with a certain amount of shell have got the gist of the spell. Today, we shall be - '</s> |
<s> 'Hem, hem,' said Professor Umbridge. 'Yes?' said Professor McGonagall, turning round, her eyebrows so close together they seemed to form one long, severe line. 'I was just wondering, Professor, whether you received my note telling you of the date and time of your inspec - '</s> | Hem, hem,' said Professor Umbridge. 'Yes?' said Professor McGonagall, turning round, her eyebrows so close together they seemed to form one long, severe line. 'I was just wondering, Professor, whether you received my note telling you of the date and time of your inspec - '</s> |
<s> 'Obviously I received it, or I would have asked you what you are doing in my classroom,' said Professor McGonagall, turning her back firmly on Professor Umbridge. Many of the students exchanged looks of glee. 'As I was saying: today, we shall be practising the altogether more difficult Vanishment of mice. Now, the Vanishing Spell - '</s> | Obviously I received it, or I would have asked you what you are doing in my classroom,' said Professor McGonagall, turning her back firmly on Professor Umbridge. Many of the students exchanged looks of glee. 'As I was saying: today, we shall be practising the altogether more difficult Vanishment of mice. Now, the Vanishing Spell - '</s> |
<s> 'Hem, hem.'</s> | Hem, hem.'</s> |
<s> 'I wonder,' said Professor McGonagall in cold fury, turning on Professor Umbridge, 'how you expect to gain an idea of my usual teaching methods if you continue to interrupt me? You see, I do not generally permit people to talk when I am talking.'</s> | I wonder,' said Professor McGonagall in cold fury, turning on Professor Umbridge, 'how you expect to gain an idea of my usual teaching methods if you continue to interrupt me? You see, I do not generally permit people to talk when I am talking.'</s> |
<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> | 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> 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> | 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> 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> | 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> '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> | 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> I suppose you might say - how do you find Hogwarts? Do you feel you receive enough support from the school management?'</s> | suppose you might say - how do you find Hogwarts? Do you feel you receive enough support from the school management?'</s> |
<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> | 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> 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> | 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> '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> | 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> '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> | 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> Goyle gave a stupid grin. Malfoy hastened to answer the question. That was me,' he said. 'I was slashed by a Hippogriff.'</s> | yle gave a stupid grin. Malfoy hastened to answer the question. That was me,' he said. 'I was slashed by a Hippogriff.'</s> |