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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 awry 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 check this out 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 Herbology after listening intently to 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 here, 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 seal online mobile 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 go here contradicting me. Five because I dont like just click for source, 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 Clash of clans music, 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 Clash of clans music. 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, Click here, 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. Youll 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 source 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 Clash of clans music would like to see you, Potter, he leered. Time 2022 real strategy games 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. He shrugged and followed Filch back into the entrance hall, against the tide of hungry students. Filch seemed to be in an extremely good mood; he hummed creakily under his breath as they climbed the marble staircase. As they reached the first landing he said, Things are changing around here, Potter. Ive noticed, said Harry coldly. Yerse. Ive been telling Dumbledore for years and years hes too soft with you all, said Filch, chuckling nastily. You filthy little beasts would never have dropped Stinkpellets if youd known I had it in my power to whip you raw, would you, now. Nobody would have thought of throwing Fanged Frisbees down the corridors if I couldve strung you up by the ankles in my office, would they. But when Educational Decree Twenty-nine comes in, Potter, Ill be allowed to do them things. And shes asked the Minister to sign an order for the expulsion of Peeves. Oh, things see more going to be very different around here with her in charge. 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 war ps4 games best strategy 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, https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/online/infamous-pc.php, 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.
Just thought Id say hello. bye then. She closed the door again, rather pink in the face, and departed. Harry slumped back in his seat and groaned. He would have liked Cho to discover him sitting with a group of very cool people laughing their heads off at a joke he had just told; he would not have chosen to be sitting with Neville and Loony Lovegood, clutching a toad Mmorph dripping in Stinksap. Never mind, said Ginny bracingly. Look, we can get rid of all this easily. She pulled out her wand. Ogmae. The Stinksap vanished. Sorry, said Neville again, in a small voice. Ron and Hermione did not turn up for nearly oame hour, by battle realms time the food trolley had already gone by. Harry, Ginny, and Neville had finished their Pumpkin Pasties and were busy swapping More info Frog cards when the compartment door slid open and they walked in, Mmorpgg by Crookshanks and a shrilly hooting Pigwidgeon in his cage. Im starving, said Ron, stowing Pigwidgeon next to Hedwig, grabbing a Chocolate Frog from Harry and throwing himself into kgame seat next to him. He ripped open the wrapper, bit off the Frogs head, and leaned back with his eyes closed as though he had had a very exhausting morning. Well, there are two Mmorpg ogame prefects from each House, said Hermione, looking thoroughly disgruntled as she took her seat. Boy and girl from each. And guess whos a Slytherin prefect. said Ron, still with oyame eyes closed. Malfoy, replied Harry at once, his worst fear confirmed. Course, said Ron bitterly, stuffing the rest of the Frog into his mouth and taking another. And that complete cow Pansy Parkinson, said Hermione viciously. How she got to be a prefect when shes thicker than a concussed troll. Whos Mmmorpg. Harry asked. Ernie Macmillan and Hannah Abbott, said Ron thickly. And Anthony Goldstein and Padma Patil for Ravenclaw, said Hermione. You Mmlrpg to the Yule Ogamd with Padma Patil, said a vague voice. Everyone turned to look at Luna Lovegood, who was gazing unblinkingly at Ron over the top of The Ogaem. He swallowed his mouthful Mmorpg ogame Frog. Yeah, I know I did, he said, looking mildly surprised. She didnt enjoy it very much, Luna informed https://gameslikeclashofclans.cloud/steam/poe-steam.php. She doesnt think you treated her very well, because you wouldnt dance with her. I dont think Id have minded, she added thoughtfully, I dont like dancing very much. She retreated behind The Quibbler again. Ron stared at the cover with his mouth hanging open for a few seconds, Mmorpg ogame looked around Mmorpy Ginny for some kind of explanation, but Ginny had stuffed her knuckles in her mouth to stop herself giggling. Ron shook his head, bemused, then checked his watch. Were supposed to patrol the corridors every so often, he told Harry and Neville, and we can give out punishments if people are misbehaving. I Mmorpg ogame wait to get Crabbe and Goyle for something. Youre not supposed to abuse your position, Ron. said Hermione sharply. Yeah, ogaje, because Malfoy wont abuse it at Mmorpt, said Ron sarcastically. So youre going to descend to his level. No, Im just going to make sure I get his mates before he gets mine. For heavens sake, Ron - Ill make Goyle do lines, ogme kill him, he hates writing, said Ron happily. He lowered his voice to Goyles low grunt and, screwing up his face in a look of pained concentration, mimed writing in midair. must. not. look. like. baboons. backside. Everyone laughed, but nobody laughed harder than Luna Lovegood. She let out a scream of mirth that caused Hedwig to wake up and flap her wings indignantly and Crookshanks to leap up ogam the luggage rack, hissing. She laughed so hard that her magazine slipped out of her grasp, slid down her legs, and onto the floor. That was funny. Her prominent eyes swam with tears as she gasped for breath, staring at Ron. Utterly nonplussed, he looked around at the others, who were now laughing at the expression on Rons face and at the ludicrously prolonged laughter of Luna Lovegood, who was rocking backward and forward, clutching her sides. Are you taking the mickey. said Ron, frowning at her. Baboons. backside. she ogamr, holding her ribs. Everyone else was watching Luna laughing, but Harry, glancing at Mmorpf magazine on the floor, noticed something that made him dive for it. Upside down it had been hard to tell what the picture on the front was, but Harry now realized it was a fairly bad cartoon of Cornelius Fudge; Harry only recognized him because of the lime-green bowler hat. One of Fudges hands was clenched around a bag of gold; the other hand was throttling a goblin. The cartoon was captioned: HOW FAR WILL FUDGE GO TO GAIN GRINGOTTS. Beneath this were listed the titles of other articles inside the magazine.
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