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But you cannot deny hes got style. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT SNAPES WORST MEMORY --- BY ORDER OF --- The Ministry of Magic Dolores Jane Umbridge (High Inquisitor) has replaced Albus Dumbledore as Head of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The above is in accordance with Educational Decree Number Twentyeight. The notices had gone up all over the school overnight, but they did not explain how every single person within the castle seemed to know that Dumbledore had overcome two Aurors, the High Inquisitor, the Minister of Magic, and his Junior Assistant to escape. No matter where Harry went within the castle next day, the sole topic of conversation was Dumbledores flight, and though some of the details might have gone Counter strike source online players in the retelling (Harry overheard one second-year girl assuring another that Fudge was now lying in St. Mungos with a pumpkin for a head), it was surprising how accurate the rest of their information was. Everybody seemed aware, for instance, that Harry and Marietta were the only students to have witnessed the scene in Dumbledores office, and as Marietta was now in the hospital wing, Harry found himself besieged with requests to give a firsthand account wherever he went. Dumbledore will be back before long, said Ernie Macmillan confidently on the way back from Remarkable, pubg gameloop youtube mp3 sorry after listening intently consider, download apk counter strike extreme for pc opinion Harrys story. They couldnt keep him away in our second year and they wont be able to this time. The Fat Friar told me. He dropped his voice conspiratorially, so that Harry, Ron, and Hermione had to lean closer to him to hear. that Umbridge tried to get back into his office last night after theyd searched the castle and grounds for him. Couldnt get past the gargoyle. The Heads office has sealed itself against her. Ernie smirked. Apparently she had a right little tantrum. Oh, I expect she really fancied herself sitting up there in the Heads office, said Hermione viciously, as they walked up the stone steps into the entrance hall. Lording it over all the other teachers, the stupid puffed-up, power-crazy old - Now, do you really want to finish that sentence, Granger. Draco Malfoy had slid out from behind the door, followed by Crabbe and Goyle. His pale, pointed face was alight with malice. Afraid Im going to have to dock a few points from Gryffindor and Hufflepuff, he drawled. You cant take points from fellow prefects, Malfoy, said Ernie at once. I know prefects cant dock points from each other, sneered Malfoy; Crabbe and Goyle sniggered. But members of the Inquisitorial Squad - The what. said Hermione sharply. The Inquisitorial Squad, Granger, said Malfoy, pointing toward a tiny silver I upon his robes just beneath his prefects badge. A select group of students who are supportive of the Ministry of Magic, hand-picked by Professor Umbridge. Anyway, members of the Inquisitorial Squad do have the power to dock points. So, Granger, Ill have five from you for being rude about our new headmistress. Macmillan, five for contradicting me. Five because I dont like you, Potter. Weasley, your shirts untucked, so Ill have another five for that. Oh yeah, I forgot, youre a Mudblood, Granger, so ten for that. Ron pulled out his wand, but Hermione pushed it away, whispering, Dont. Wise move, Granger, breathed Malfoy. New Head, new times. Be good now, Potty. Weasel King. He strode away, laughing heartily with Crabbe and Goyle. He was bluffing, said Ernie, looking appalled. He cant be allowed to dock points. that would be ridiculous. It would completely undermine the prefect system. But Harry, Ron, and Hermione had turned automatically toward the giant hourglasses set in niches along the wall behind them, which recorded the House points. Gryffindor and Ravenclaw had been neck and neck in the lead that morning. Even as they watched, stones flew upward, reducing the amounts in the lower bulbs. In fact, the only glass that seemed unchanged was the emerald-filled one of Slytherin. Noticed, have you. said Freds voice. He and George had just come down the marble staircase and joined Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Ernie in front of the hourglasses. Malfoy just docked us all about fifty points, said Harry furiously, as they watched several more stones fly upward from the Gryffindor hourglass. Yeah, Montague tried to do us during break, said George. What do you mean, tried. said Ron quickly. He never managed to get all the words out, said Fred, due to the fact that we forced him headfirst into that Vanishing Cabinet on the first floor. Hermione looked very shocked. But youll get into terrible trouble. Not until Montague reappears, and that could take weeks, I dunno where we sent him, said Fred coolly. Anyway. weve decided we dont care about getting into trouble anymore. Have you ever. asked Hermione. Course we have, said George. Never been expelled, have we. Weve always known where to draw the line, said Fred. We might have put a toe across it occasionally, said George. But weve always stopped short of causing real mayhem, said Fred. But now. said Ron tentatively. Well, now - said George. - what with Dumbledore gone - said Fred. - we reckon a bit of mayhem - said George. - is exactly what our dear new Head deserves, said Fred. You mustnt. whispered Hermione. You really mustnt. Shed love a reason to expel you. You dont get it, Hermione, do you. said Fred, smiling at her. We dont care about staying anymore. Wed walk out right now if we werent determined to do our bit for Dumbledore first. So anyway, he checked his watch, phase one is about to begin. Id get in the Great Hall for lunch if I were you, that way the teachers will see you cant have had anything to do with it. Anything to do with what. said Hermione anxiously. Source see, said George. Run along, now. Fred and George turned away and disappeared in the swelling crowd descending the stairs toward lunch. Looking highly disconcerted, Ernie muttered something about unfinished Transfiguration homework and scurried away. I think we should get out of here, you know, said Hermione nervously. Just in case. Yeah, all right, said Ron, and the three of them moved toward the doors to the Great Hall, but Harry had barely glimpsed todays ceiling of scudding white clouds when somebody tapped him on the shoulder and, turning, he found himself almost nose to nose with Filch, the caretaker. He took several hasty steps backward; Filch was best viewed at a distance. The headmistress would like to see you, Potter, he leered. I didnt do it, said Harry stupidly, thinking of whatever Fred and George were planning. Filchs jowls wobbled with silent laughter. Guilty conscience, eh. he wheezed. Follow me. Harry glanced back at Ron and Hermione, who were both looking worried. 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Umbridge had obviously gone to some lengths to get Filch on her side, Harry thought, and the worst of it was that he would probably prove an important weapon; his knowledge of the schools secret passageways and hiding places was probably second only to the Weasley twins. Here we are, he said, leering down at Harry as he rapped three times upon Professor Umbridges door and pushed it open. The Potter boy to see you, maam. Umbridges office, so very familiar to Harry from his many detentions, was the same as usual except for the large wooden block lying across the front of her desk on which golden letters spelled the word HEADMISTRESS; also his Firebolt, and Freds and Georges Cleansweeps, which he saw with a pang were now chained and padlocked to a stout iron peg in the wall behind the desk. Umbridge was sitting behind the desk, busily scribbling upon some of her pink parchment, but looked up and smiled widely at their entrance. Thank you, Argus, she said sweetly. Not at all, maam, not at all, said Filch, bowing as low as his rheumatism would permit, and exiting backward. Sit, said Umbridge curtly, pointing toward a chair, and Harry sat. She continued to scribble for a few moments. He watched some of the foul kittens gamboling around the plates over her head, wondering what fresh horror she had in store for him. Well now, she said finally, setting down her quill and looking like a toad about to swallow a particularly juicy fly. What would you like to drink. What. said Harry, quite sure he had misheard her. To drink, Mr. Potter, she said, smiling still more widely. Tea. Coffee. Pumpkin juice. As she named each drink, she gave her short wand a wave, and a cup or glass of it appeared upon her desk. Nothing, thank you, said Harry. I wish you to have a drink with me, she said, her voice becoming more dangerously sweet. Choose one. Fine. tea then, said Harry, shrugging. She got up and made quite a performance of adding milk with her back to him. She then bustled around the desk with it, smiling in sinisterly sweet fashion. There, she said, handing it to him. Drink it before it gets cold, wont you. Well, now, Mr. Potter. I thought we ought to have a little chat, after the distressing events of last night. He said nothing. She settled herself back into her seat and waited. When several long moments had passed in silence, she said gaily, Youre not drinking up. He raised the cup to his lips and then, just as suddenly, lowered it. One of the horrible painted kittens behind Umbridge had great round blue eyes just like Mad-Eye Moodys magical one, and it had just occurred to Harry what Mad-Eye would say if he ever heard that Harry had drunk anything offered by a known enemy. Whats the matter. said Umbridge, who was still watching him. Do you want sugar. No, said Harry. He raised the cup to his lips again and pretended to take a sip, though keeping his mouth tightly closed. Umbridges smile widened. Good, she whispered. Very good. Now then. She leaned forward a little. Where is Albus Dumbledore. No idea, said Harry promptly. Drink up, drink up, she said, still smiling. Now, Mr. Potter, let us not play childish games. I know that you know where he has gone. You and Dumbledore have been in this together from the beginning. Consider your position, Mr. Potter. I dont know where he is. Harry pretended to drink again. Very well, said Umbridge, looking displeased. In that case, you will kindly tell me the whereabouts of Sirius Black. Harrys stomach turned over and his hand holding the teacup shook so that the cup rattled in its saucer. He tilted the cup to his mouth with his lips pressed together, so that some of the hot liquid trickled down onto his robes. I dont know, he said a little too quickly. Potter, said Umbridge, let me remind you that it was I who almost caught the criminal Black in the Gryffindor fire in October. I know perfectly well it was you he was meeting and if I had had any proof neither of you would be at large today, I promise you. I repeat, Mr. Potter. Where is Sirius Black. No idea, said Harry loudly. Havent got a clue. They stared at each other so long that Harry felt his eyes watering. Then she stood up. Very well, Potter, I will take your word for it this time, but be warned: The might of the Ministry stands behind me. All channels of communication in and out of this school are being monitored. A Floo Network Regulator is keeping watch over every fire in Hogwarts - except my own, of course. My Inquisitorial Squad is opening and reading all owl post entering and leaving the castle. And Mr. Filch is observing all secret passages in and out of the castle. If Counter strike source online players find a shred of evidence. BOOM. The very floor of the office shook; Umbridge slipped sideways, clutching her desk for support, looking shocked. What was -. 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Sparklers were writing swearwords in midair of their own accord. Firecrackers were exploding like mines everywhere Harry looked, and instead of burning themselves out, fading from sight, or fizzling to a halt, these pyrotechnical miracles seemed to be gaining in energy and momentum the longer he watched. Filch and Umbridge were standing, apparently transfixed with horror, halfway down the stairs. As Harry watched, one of the larger Catherine wheels seemed to decide that what it needed was more room to maneuver; it whirled toward Umbridge and Filch with a sinister wheeeeeeeeee. Both adults yelled with fright and ducked and it soared straight out of the window behind them and off across the grounds. Meanwhile, several of the dragons and a large purple bat that was smoking ominously took advantage of the open door at the end of the corridor to escape toward the second floor. Hurry, Filch, hurry. shrieked Umbridge. Theyll be all over the school unless we do something - Stupefy. A jet of red light shot out of the end of her wand and hit one of the rockets. Instead of freezing in midair, it exploded with such force that it blasted a hole in a painting of a soppy-looking witch in the middle of a meadow - she ran for it just in time, reappearing seconds later squashed into the painting next door, where a couple of wizards playing cards stood up hastily to make room for her. Dont Stun them, Filch. shouted Umbridge angrily, for all the world as though it had been his suggestion. Right you are, Headmistress. wheezed Filch, who was a Squib and could no more have Stunned the fireworks than swallowed them.

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