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HARRY. GEORGE. He could hear girls voices screaming, Malfoy yelling, George swearing, a whistle blowing, and the bellowing of the crowd around him, but he did not care, not until somebody in the vicinity yelled IMPEDIMENTA. and only when he was knocked over backward by the force of the spell did he abandon the attempt to punch every inch of Malfoy he could reach. What do you think youre doing. screamed Madam Hooch, as Apex 3 vs g213 leapt to his read more again; it was she who had hit him with the Impediment Jinx. She was holding her whistle in one hand and a wand in the other, her broom lay abandoned several feet away. Malfoy was curled up on the ground, whimpering and moaning, his nose bloody; George was sporting a swollen lip; Fred was still being forcibly restrained by the three Chasers, and Crabbe was cackling in the background. Ive never seen behavior like it - back up to the castle, both of you, and straight to your Head of Houses office. Now. 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I have never seen such a disgraceful exhibition. Two onto one. Explain yourselves. Malfoy provoked us, said Harry stiffly. Provoked you. shouted Professor McGonagall, slamming a fist onto her desk so that her tartan biscuit tin slid sideways off it and burst open, littering the floor with Ginger Newts. Hed just lost, hadnt he, of course he wanted to provoke you. But what on earth he can have said that justified what you two - He insulted my parents, snarled George. And Harrys mother. But instead of leaving it to Madam Hooch to sort out, you two decided to give an exhibition of Muggle dueling, did you. bellowed Professor McGonagall. Have you any idea what youve -. Hem, hem. George and Harry both spun around. Dolores Umbridge was standing in the doorway wrapped in a green tweed cloak that greatly enhanced her resemblance to a giant toad, and smiling in the horribly sickly, ominous way that Harry had come to associate with imminent misery. 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I think they deserve rather more than detentions, said Umbridge, smiling still more broadly. Professor McGonagalls eyes flew open. But unfortunately, she said, with an attempt at a reciprocal smile that made her look as though she had lockjaw, it is what I think that counts, as they are in my House, Dolores. Well, actually, Minerva, simpered Umbridge, I think youll find that what I think does count. Now, where is it. Cornelius just sent it. I mean, she gave a little false laugh as she rummaged in Apex 3 vs g213 handbag, the Minister just sent it. Ah yes. She had pulled out a piece of parchment that she now unfurled, clearing her throat fussily before starting to read what it said. Hem, hem. Educational Decree Number Twenty-five. Not another one. exclaimed Professor McGonagall violently. Well, yes, said Umbridge, still smiling. As a matter of fact, Minerva, it was you who made me see that we needed a further amendment. You remember how you overrode me, when I was unwilling to allow the Gryffindor Quidditch team to re-form. How you took the case to Dumbledore, who insisted that the team be allowed to play. Well, now, I couldnt have that. I contacted the Minister at once, and he quite agreed with me that the High Inquisitor has to have the power to strip pupils of privileges, or she - that is to say, I - would have less authority than common teachers. And you see now, dont you, Minerva, Apex 3 vs g213 right I was in attempting to stop the Gryffindor team re-forming. Dreadful tempers. Anyway, I was reading out our amendment. hem, hem. The High Inquisitor will henceforth have supreme authority over all punishments, sanctions, and removal of privileges pertaining to the students of Hogwarts, and the power to alter such punishments, sanctions, and removals of privileges as may have been ordered by other staff members. Signed, Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic, Order of Merlin First Class, etc.etc. She rolled up the parchment and put it back into her handbag, still smiling. So. I really think I will have to ban these two from playing Quidditch ever again, she said, looking from Harry to George and back again. Harry felt the Snitch fluttering madly in his hand. Ban us. he Apex 3 vs g213, and his voice sounded strangely distant. From playing. ever again. Yes, Mr. Potter, I think a lifelong ban ought to do the trick, said Umbridge, her smile widening still further as she watched him struggle to comprehend what she had said. You and Mr. Weasley here. And I think, to be safe, this young mans twin ought to be stopped too - if his teammates had not restrained him, I feel sure he would have attacked young Mr. Malfoy as well. I will want their broomsticks confiscated, of course; I shall keep them safely in my office, to make sure there is no infringement of my ban. 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