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.Mr‐Potter‐you‐have‐already‐lost‐your‐house‐ten‐points‐do‐not‐make‐matters‐
worse‐for‐yourself,..said.Professor.Umbridge.in.one.breath.without.looking.at.him...As.I.was.saying,.you.have.been.informed.that.a.certain.Dark.wizard.is.at.large.once.again..This.is.a.lie...

.It.is.NOT.a.lie!..said.Harry...I.saw.him,.I.fought.him!..

.Detention,.Mr.Potter!..said.Professor.Umbridge.triumphantly..Tomorrow.evening..Five.o.clock..My.office..I.repeat,.this.is.a.lie..The.Ministry.of.Magic.guarantees.that.you.are.not.in.danger.from.any.Dark.wizard..If.you.are.still.worried,.by.all.means.come.and.see.me.outside.class.hours..If.someone.is.alarming.you.with.fibs.about.reborn.Dark.wizards,.I.would.like.to.hear.about.it..I.am.here.to.help..I.am.your.friend..And.now,.you.will.kindly.continue.your.reading..Page.five,..Basics.for.Beginners....

Professor.Umbridge.sat.down.behind.her.desk..Harry,.however,.stood.up.
.Everyone.was.staring.at.him;.Seamus.looked.half‐scared,.half‐fascinated..


.Harry,.no!..Hermione.whispered.in.a.warning.voice,.tugging.at.his.sleeve,.but.Harry.jerked.his.arm.out.of.her.reach..

.So,.according.to.you,.Cedric.Diggory.dropped.dead.of.his.own.accord,.did.he?.
.Harry.asked,.his.voice.shaking..

There.was.a.collective.intake.of.breath.from.the.class,.for.none.of.them,.apart.from.Ron.and.Hermione,.had.ever.heard.Harry.talk.about.what.had.happened.on.the.night.Cedric.had.died..They.stared.avidly.from.Harry.to.Professor.Umbridge,.who.had.raised.her.eyes.and.was.staring.at.him.without.a.trace.of.a.fake.smile.on.her.face..

.Cedric.Diggory.s.death.was.a.tragic.accident,..she.said.coldly..

.It.was.murder,..said.Harry..He.could.feel.himself.shaking..He.had.hardly.spoken.to.anyone.about.this,.least.of.all.thirty.eagerly.listening.classmates...Voldemort.killed.him.and.you.know.it...

Professor.Umbridge.s.face.was.quite.blank..For.a.moment,.Harry.thought.she.was.going.to.scream.at.him..Then.she.said,.in.her.softest,.most.sweetly.girlish.voice,..Come.here,.Mr.Potter,.dear...

He.kicked.his.chair.aside,.strode.around.Ron.and.Hermione.and.up.to.the.teacher.s.desk..He.could.feel.the.rest.of.the.class.holding.its.breath..He.felt.so.angry.he.did.not.care.what.happened.next..

Professor.Umbridge.pulled.a.small.roll.of.pink.parchment.out.of.her.handbag,
.stretched.it.out.on.the.desk,.dipped.her.quill.into.a.bottle.of.ink.and.started.scribbling,.hunched.over.so.that.Harry.could.not.see.what.she.was.writing.
.Nobody.spoke..After.a.minute.or.so.she.rolled.up.the.parchment.and.tapped.it.with.her.wand;.it.sealed.itself.seamlessly.so.that.he.could.not.open.it..

Take.this.to.Professor.McGonagall,.dear,..said.Professor.Umbridge,.holding.out.the.note.to.him..

He.took.it.from.her.without.saying.a.word,.turned.on.his.heel.and.left.the.room,
.not.even.looking.back.at.Ron.and.Hermione,.slamming.the.classroom.door.shut.behind.him..He.walked.very.fast.along.the.corridor,.the.note.to.McGonagall.clutched.tight.in.his.hand,.and.turning.a.corner.walked.slap.into.Peeves.the.poltergeist,.a.wide‐mouthed.little.man.floating.on.his.back.in.midair,.juggling.several.inkwells..