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Professor Grubbly-Plank handed it over and then disappeared into the staffroom carrying Hedwig, who was staring at Harry as though unable to believe he would give her away like this. Feeling slightly guilty, he turned to go, but Professor McGonagall called him back. Potter. Yes, Professor. She glanced up and down the corridor; there were students coming from both directions. Bear in mind, she said quickly and quietly, her eyes on the scroll in his hand, that channels of communication in and out of Hogwarts may be being watched, wont you. I - said Harry, but the flood of students rolling along the corridor was almost upon him. Professor McGonagall gave him a curt nod and retreated into the staffroom, leaving Harry to be swept out into the courtyard with the crowd. Here he spotted Ron and Hermione already standing in a sheltered corner, their cloak collars turned up against the wind. Harry slit open the scroll as he hurried toward them and found five words in Siriuss handwriting: Today, same time, same place. Is Hedwig okay. asked Hermione anxiously, the moment he was within earshot. Where did you take her. asked Ron. To Grubbly-Plank, said Harry. And I met McGonagall. Listen. And he told them what Professor McGonagall had said. To his surprise, neither of the others looked shocked; on the contrary, they exchanged significant looks. What. said Harry, looking from Ron to Hermione and back again. Well, I was just saying to Ron. what if someone had tried to intercept Hedwig. I mean, shes never been hurt on a flight before, has she. Whos the letter from anyway. asked Ron, taking the note from Harry. Snuffles, said Harry quietly. Same time, same place. Does he mean the fire in the common room. Obviously, said Hermione, also reading the note. She looked uneasy. I just hope nobody else has read this. But it was still sealed and everything, said Harry, trying to convince himself as much as her. And nobody would understand what it meant if they didnt know where wed spoken to him before, would they. I dont know, said Hermione anxiously, hitching her bag back over her shoulder as the bell rang again. It wouldnt be exactly difficult to reseal the scroll by magic. And if anyones watching the Floo Network. but I dont really see how we can warn him not to come without that being intercepted too. They trudged down the stone steps to the dungeons for Potions, all three of them lost in thought, but as they reached the bottom of the stairs they were recalled to themselves by the voice of Draco Malfoy, who was standing just outside Snapes classroom door, waving around an official-looking piece of parchment and talking much louder than was necessary so that they could hear every word. Yeah, Umbridge gave the Slytherin Quidditch team permission to continue playing straightaway, I went to ask her first thing this morning. Well, it was pretty much automatic, I mean, she knows my father really well, hes always popping in and out of the Ministry. Itll be interesting to see whether Gryffindor are allowed to keep playing, wont it. Dont rise, Hermione whispered imploringly to Harry and Ron, steam deck roda epic games were both watching Malfoy, faces set and fists clenched. Its what he wants. I mean, said Malfoy, raising his voice a little more, his gray eyes glittering malevolently in Harry and Rons direction, if its a question of influence with the Ministry, I dont think theyve got much chance. From what my father says, theyve been looking for an excuse to sack Arthur Weasley for years. And as for Potter. My father says its a matter of time before the Ministry has read more carted off to St. Mungos. apparently theyve got a special ward for people whose brains have been addled by magic. Malfoy made a grotesque face, his mouth sagging open and his eyes rolling. Crabbe and Goyle gave their usual grunts of laughter, Pansy Parkinson shrieked with glee. Something collided hard with Harrys shoulder, knocking him sideways. A split second later he realized that Neville had just charged past him, heading straight for Malfoy. Neville, no. Harry leapt forward and seized the back excited steam id new valuable Nevilles robes; Neville struggled frantically, his fists flailing, trying desperately to get at Malfoy who looked, for a moment, extremely shocked. Help me. Harry flung at Ron, managing to get an arm around Nevilles neck and dragging him backward, away from the Slytherins. Crabbe and Goyle were now flexing their arms, closing in front of Malfoy, ready for the fight. Ron hurried forward and seized Nevilles arms; together, he and Harry succeeded in dragging Neville back into the Gryffindor line. Nevilles face was scarlet; the pressure Harry was exerting on his throat rendered him quite incomprehensible, but odd words spluttered from his mouth. Not. funny. dont. Mungos. show. him. The dungeon door opened. Snape appeared there. His black eyes swept up the Gryffindor line to the point where Harry and Ron were wrestling with Neville. Fighting, Potter, Weasley, Longbottom. Snape said in his cold, sneering voice. Ten points from Gryffindor. Release Longbottom, Potter, or it will be detention. Inside, all of you. Harry let go of Neville, who stood panting and glaring at him. I had to stop you, Harry gasped, picking up his bag. Crabbe and Goyle wouldve torn you apart. Neville said nothing, he merely snatched up his own bag and stalked off into the dungeon. What in the name of Merlin, said Ron slowly, as they followed Neville, was that about. Harry did not answer. He knew exactly why the subject of people who were in St. Mungos because of magical damage to their brains was highly zombie call of one xbox duty warfare to Neville, but The crucible critics quotes had sworn to Dumbledore that he would not tell anyone Nevilles secret. Even Neville did not know that Harry knew. Harry, Ron, and Hermione took their usual seats at the back of the class and pulled out parchment, quills, and their copies of One Thousand Magical Herbs and Fungi. The class around them was whispering about what Neville had just done, but when Snape closed the dungeon door with an echoing bang everybody fell silent immediately. You will notice, read article Snape in his low, sneering voice, that we have a guest with us today. He gestured toward the dim corner of the dungeon, and Harry saw Professor Umbridge sitting there, clipboard on her knee. He glanced sideways at Ron and Hermione, his eyebrows raised. Snape and Umbridge, the two teachers he hated most. it was hard to decide which he wanted to triumph over the other. We are continuing with our Strengthening Solutions today, you will find your mixtures as you left them last lesson, if correctly made they should have matured well over the weekend - instructions - he waved his wand again - on the board. Carry on. Professor Umbridge spent the first half hour of the lesson making notes in her corner. Harry was very interested in hearing her question Snape, so interested, that he was becoming careless with his potion again. Salamander blood, Harry. Hermione moaned, grabbing his wrist to prevent him adding the wrong ingredient for the third time. Not pomegranate juice. Right, said Harry vaguely, putting down the bottle and continuing to watch the corner. Umbridge had just gotten to her feet. Ha, he said softly, as she strode between two lines of desks toward Snape, who was bending over Dean Thomass cauldron. Well, the class seems fairly advanced for their level, she said briskly to Snapes back. Though I The crucible critics quotes question whether it is advisable to teach them a potion like the Strengthening Solution. I think the Ministry would prefer it if that was removed from the syllabus. Snape straightened up slowly and turned to look at her. Now. how long have you been teaching at Hogwarts. she asked, her quill poised over her clipboard. Fourteen years, Snape replied. His expression was unfathomable. His eyes on Snape, Harry added a few drops to his potion; it hissed menacingly and turned from turquoise to orange. You applied first for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post, I believe. Click here Umbridge asked Snape. Yes, said Snape quietly. But you were unsuccessful. Snapes lip curled. Obviously. Professor Umbridge scribbled on her clipboard. And you have applied regularly for the Defense Against the Dark Arts post since you first joined the school, I believe. Yes, said Snape quietly, barely moving his lips. He looked very angry. Do you have any idea why Dumbledore has consistently refused to appoint you. asked Umbridge. I suggest you ask him, said Snape jerkily. Oh I shall, said Professor Umbridge with a sweet smile. I suppose this is relevant. Snape asked, his black eyes narrowed. Oh yes, said Professor Umbridge. Yes, the Ministry wants a thorough understanding of teachers - er - backgrounds. She turned away, walked over to Pansy Parkinson and began questioning her about the lessons. Snape looked around at Harry and their eyes met for a second. Harry hastily dropped his gaze to his potion, which was now congealing foully and giving off a strong smell of burned rubber. No marks again, then, Potter, said Snape maliciously, emptying Harrys cauldron with a wave of his wand. You will write me an essay on the correct pubg krafton games of this potion, indicating how and why you went wrong, to be handed in next lesson, do you understand. Yes, said Harry furiously. Snape had already given them homework, and he had Quidditch practice this evening; this would mean another couple of sleepless nights. It did not seem possible that he had awoken that morning feeling very happy. All he felt now was a fervent desire for this day to end as soon as possible. Maybe Ill skive off Divination, he said glumly as they stood again in the courtyard after lunch, the wind whipping at the hems of robes and brims of hats. Ill pretend to be ill and do Snapes essay instead, then I wont have to stay up half the night. You cant skive off Divination, said Hermione severely. Hark whos talking, you walked out of Divination, you hate Trelawney. said Ron indignantly. I dont hate her, said Hermione loftily. I just think shes an absolutely appalling teacher and a real old fraud. But Harrys already missed History of Magic and I dont think he ought to miss anything else today. There was too much truth in this to ignore, so half an hour later Harry took his seat in the hot, over-perfumed atmosphere of the Divination classroom feeling angry at everybody. Professor Trelawney was handing out copies of The Dream Oracle yet again; he would surely be much better employed doing Snapes punishment essay than sitting here trying to find meaning in a lot of made-up dreams. It seemed, however, that he was not the only person in Divination who was in a temper. Professor Trelawney slammed a copy of the Oracle down on the table between Harry and Ron and swept away, her lips pursed; she threw the next copy of the Oracle at Seamus and The crucible critics quotes, narrowly avoiding Seamuss head, and thrust the final one into Nevilles chest with such force that he slipped off his pouf. Well, carry on. said Professor Trelawney loudly, her voice high pitched and somewhat hysterical. You know what to do. Or am I such a substandard teacher that you have never learned how to open a book. The class stared perplexedly at her and then at each other. Harry, however, thought he knew what was the matter. As Professor Trelawney flounced back to the high-backed teachers chair, her magnified eyes full of angry tears, he leaned his head closer to Rons and muttered, I think shes got the results of her inspection back. Professor. said Parvati Patil in a hushed voice (she and Lavender had always rather admired Professor Trelawney). Professor, is there anything - er - wrong. Wrong. cried Professor Trelawney in a voice throbbing with emotion. Certainly not. I have been insulted, certainly. Insinuations have been made against me. Unfounded accusations levelled. but no, there is nothing wrong, certainly not. She took a great shuddering breath and looked away from Parvati, angry tears spilling from under her glasses. I say nothing, she choked, of sixteen years devoted service. It has passed, apparently, unnoticed. But I shall not be insulted, no, I shall not. But Professor, whos insulting you. asked Parvati timidly. The establishment. said Professor Trelawney in a deep, dramatic, wavering voice. Yes, those with eyes too clouded by the Mundane to See as I See, to Know as I Know. Of course, we Seers have always been feared, always persecuted. It is - alas - our fate. She gulped, dabbed at her wet cheeks with the end of her shawl, and then pulled a small, embroidered handkerchief from her sleeve, into which she blew her nose very hard with a sound like Peeves blowing a raspberry. Ron sniggered. Lavender shot him a disgusted look. Professor, said Parvati, do you mean. is it something Professor Umbridge. Do not speak to me about that woman. cried Professor Trelawney, leaping to her feet, her beads rattling and her spectacles flashing. Kindly continue with your work. And she spent the rest of the lesson striding among them, tears still leaking from behind her glasses, muttering what sounded like threats under her breath. may well choose to leave. the indignity of it. on probation. we shall see. how she dares. You and Umbridge have got something in common, Harry told Hermione quietly when they met again in Defense Against the Dark Arts. She obviously reckons Trelawneys an old fraud too. Looks like shes put her on probation. Umbridge entered the room as he spoke, wearing her black velvet bow and an expression of great smugness. Good afternoon, class. Good afternoon, Professor Umbridge, they chanted drearily. Wands away, please. But there was no answering flurry of movement this time; nobody had bothered to take out their wands. Please turn to page thirty-four of Defensive Magical Theory and read the third chapter, entitled The Case for Non-Offensive Responses to Magical Attack. There will be - - no need to talk, Harry, Ron, and Hermione said together under their breaths. No Quidditch practice, said Angelina in hollow tones when Harry, Ron, and Hermione entered the common room that night after dinner. But I kept my temper. said Harry, horrified. I didnt say anything to her, Angelina, I swear, I - I know, I know, said Angelina miserably. She just said she needed a bit of time to consider. Consider what. said Ron angrily. Shes given the Slytherins permission, why not us. But Harry could imagine how much Umbridge was enjoying holding the threat of no Gryffindor Quidditch team over their heads and could easily understand why she would not want to relinquish that weapon over them too soon. Well, said Hermione, look on the bright side - at least now youll have time to do Snapes essay. Thats a bright side, is it. snapped Harry, while Ron stared incredulously at Hermione. No Quidditch practice and extra Potions. Harry slumped down into a chair, dragged his Potions essay reluctantly from his bag, and set to work. It was very hard to concentrate; even though he knew that Sirius was not due in the fire until much later he could not help glancing into the flames every few minutes just in case. There was also an incredible amount of noise in the room: Fred and George appeared finally to have perfected one type of Skiving Snackbox, which they were taking turns to demonstrate to a cheering and whooping crowd. First, Fred would take a bite out of the orange end of a chew, at which he would vomit spectacularly into a bucket they had placed in front of them. Then he would force down the purple end of the chew, at which the vomiting would immediately cease. Lee Jordan, who was assisting the demonstration, was lazily vanishing the vomit at regular intervals with the same Vanishing Spell Snape kept using on Harrys potions. What with the regular sounds of retching, cheering, and Fred and George taking advance orders from the crowd, Harry was finding it exceptionally difficult to focus on the correct method for Strengthening Solutions. Hermione was not helping matters; the cheers and sound of vomit hitting the bottom of Fred and Georges bucket were punctuated by loud and disapproving sniffs that Harry found, if anything, more distracting. Just go and stop them, then. he said irritably, after crossing out the wrong weight of powdered griffin claw for the fourth time. I cant, theyre not technically doing anything wrong, said Hermione through gritted teeth. Theyre quite within their rights to eat the foul things themselves, and I cant find a rule that says the other idiots arent entitled to buy them, not unless theyre proven to be dangerous in some way, and it doesnt look as though they are. She, Harry, and Ron watched George projectile-vomit into the bucket, gulp down the rest of the chew, and straighten up, beaming with his arms wide to protracted applause. You know, I dont get why Fred and George only got three O. s each, said Harry, watching as Fred, George, and Lee collected gold from the eager crowd. They really know their stuff. Oh, they only know flashy stuff thats no real use to anyone, said Hermione disparagingly. No real use. said Ron in a strained voice. Hermione, theyve got about twenty-six Galleons already. It was a long while before the crowd around the Weasleys dispersed, and then Fred, Lee, and George sat up counting their takings even longer, so that it was well past midnight when Harry, Ron, and Hermione finally had the common room to themselves again. At long last, Fred closed the doorway to the boys dormitories behind him, rattling his box of Galleons ostentatiously so that Hermione scowled. Harry, who was making continue reading little progress with his Potions essay, decided to give it up for the night. As he put his books away, Ron, who was dozing lightly in an armchair, gave a muffled grunt, awoke, looked blearily into the fire and said, Sirius. Harry whipped around; Siriuss untidy dark head was sitting in the fire again. Hi, he said, grinning. Hi, chorused Harry, Ron, and Hermione, all three kneeling down upon the hearthrug. Crookshanks purred loudly and approached the fire, trying, despite the heat, to put his face close to Siriuss. Howre things. said Sirius. Not that good, said Harry, as Hermione pulled Crookshanks back to stop him singeing his whiskers. The Ministrys forced through another decree, which means were not allowed to have Quidditch teams - - or secret Defense Against the Dark Arts groups. said Sirius. There was a short pause. How did you know about that. Harry demanded. You want to choose your meeting places more carefully, said Sirius, grinning still more broadly. The Hogs Head, I ask you. Well, it was better than the Three Broomsticks. said Hermione defensively. Thats always packed with people - - which means youd have been harder to overhear, said Sirius. Youve got a lot to learn, Hermione. Who overheard us. Harry demanded. Mundungus, of course, said Sirius, and when they all looked puzzled he laughed. He was the witch under the veil. That was Mundungus. Harry said, stunned. What was he doing in the Hogs Head. What do you think he was doing. said Sirius impatiently. Keeping an eye on you, of course. Im still being followed. asked Harry angrily. Yeah, you are, said Sirius, and just as well, isnt it, if the read article thing youre going to do on your weekend off is organize an illegal defense group. But he looked neither angry nor worried; on the contrary, he was looking at Harry with distinct pride. Why was Dung hiding from us. asked Ron, sounding disappointed. Wedve liked tove seen him. He was banned from the Hogs Head twenty years ago, said Sirius, and that barmans got a long memory. We lost Moodys spare Invisibility Cloak when Sturgis was arrested, so Dungs been dressing as a witch a lot lately. Anyway. First of all, Ron - Ive sworn to pass on a message from your mother. Oh yeah. said Ron, sounding apprehensive. She says on no account whatsoever are you to take part in an illegal secret Defense Against the Dark Arts group. She says youll be expelled for sure and your future will be ruined. She says there will be plenty of time to learn how to defend yourself later and that you are too young to be worrying about that right now. She also - Siriuss eyes turned to the other two - advises Harry and Hermione not to proceed with the group, though she accepts that she has no authority over either of them and simply begs them to remember that she has their best interests at heart. She would have written all this to you, but if the owl had been intercepted youd all have been in real trouble, and she cant say it for herself because shes on duty tonight.
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