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Poor, yeah, said Lee Jordan. Still, better than D, isnt it. Dreadful. Harry felt his face grow warm and faked a small coughing fit over his roll. When he emerged from this he was sorry to find that Hermione was still in full flow about O. grades. So top grades O for Outstanding, she was saying, and then theres A - No, E, George corrected her, E for Exceeds Expectations. And Ive always thought Fred and I shouldve got E in everything, because we exceeded expectations just by turning up for the exams. They all laughed except Hermione, who plowed on, So after E, its A for Acceptable, and thats the last pass grade, isnt it. Yep, said Fred, dunking an entire roll in his soup, transferring it to his mouth, and swallowing it https://strategygamespc.cloud/fallout/fallout-4-goty-reddit.php. Then you get P for Poor - Ron raised both article source arms in mock celebration - and D for Dreadful. And then T, George reminded him. asked Hermione, looking appalled. Even lower than a D. What see more earth does that stand for. Troll, said George promptly. Harry laughed again, though he was not sure whether or not George was joking. He imagined trying to conceal from Just click for source that he had received Ts in all his O. s and immediately resolved to work harder from now on. You lot had an inspected lesson yet. Fred asked them. No, said Hermione at once, have you. Just now, before lunch, said George. Charms. What was it like. Harry and Hermione asked together. Fred shrugged. Not that bad. Umbridge just lurked in the corner making notes on a clipboard. You know what Flitwicks like, he treated her like a guest, didnt seem to bother him at all. She didnt say much. Asked Alicia a couple of questions about what the classes are normally like, Alicia told her they were really good, that was it. I cant see old Flitwick getting marked down, said George, he usually gets everyone through their exams all right. Whove you got this afternoon. Fred asked Harry. Trelawney - A T if ever I saw one - - and Umbridge herself. Well, be a good boy and keep your temper with Umbridge today, said George. Angelinall do her nut if you miss any more Quidditch practices. But Harry did not have to wait for Defense Against the Dark Arts to meet Professor Umbridge. He was pulling out his dream diary in a seat at the very back of the shadowy Divination room when Ron elbowed him in the ribs and, looking round, he saw Professor Umbridge emerging through the trapdoor in the floor. The class, which had been talking cheerily, fell silent at once. The abrupt fall in the noise level made Professor Trelawney, who had been wafting about handing out Dream Oracles, look round. Good afternoon, Professor Trelawney, said Professor Umbridge with her wide smile. You received my note, I trust. Giving the time and date of your inspection. Professor Trelawney nodded curtly and, looking very disgruntled, turned her back on Professor Umbridge and continued to give out books. Still smiling, Professor Umbridge grasped the back of the nearest armchair and pulled it to the front of the class so that it was a few inches behind Professor Trelawneys seat. She then sat down, took her this web page from her flowery bag, and looked up expectantly, waiting for the class to begin. Professor Trelawney pulled her shawls tight about her with slightly trembling hands and surveyed the class through her hugely magnifying lenses. We shall be continuing our study of prophetic dreams today, she said in a brave attempt at her usual mystic tones, though her voice shook slightly. Divide into pairs, please, and interpret each others latest nighttime visions with the aid of the Oracle. She made as though to sweep back steam overlay her seat, saw Professor Umbridge sitting right beside it, and immediately veered left toward Parvati and Lavender, who were already deep in discussion about Parvatis most recent dream. Harry opened his copy of The Dream Oracle, watching Umbridge covertly. She was making notes on her clipboard now. After a few minutes she got to her feet and began to pace the room in Trelawneys wake, listening to her conversations with students and posing questions here and there. Harry bent his head hurriedly over his book. Think of a dream, quick, he told Ron, in case the old toad comes our way. I did it last time, Ron protested, its your turn, you tell me one. Oh, I dunno. said Harry desperately, who could not remember dreaming anything at all over the last few days. Lets say I dreamed I was. drowning Snape in my cauldron. Yeah, thatll do. Ron chortled as he opened his Dream Oracle. Okay, weve got to add your age to the date you had the dream, the number of letters in the subject. would that be drowning or cauldron or Snape. It doesnt matter, pick any of them, said Harry, chancing a glance behind him. Professor Umbridge was now standing at Professor Trelawneys shoulder making notes while the Divination teacher questioned Neville about his dream diary. What night did you dream this again. Ron said, immersed in calculations. I dunno, last night, whenever you like, Harry told him, trying to listen to what Umbridge was saying to Professor Trelawney. They were only a table away from him and Ron now. Professor Umbridge was making another note on her clipboard and Professor Trelawney was looking extremely put out. Now, said Umbridge, looking up at Trelawney, youve been in this post how long, exactly. Professor Trelawney scowled at her, arms crossed and shoulders hunched as though wishing to protect herself as much as possible from the indignity of the inspection. After a slight pause in which she seemed to decide that the question was not so offensive that she could reasonably ignore it, she said in a deeply resentful tone, Nearly sixteen years. Quite a period, said Professor Umbridge, making a note on her clipboard. So it was Professor Dumbledore who appointed you. Thats right, said Professor Trelawney shortly. Professor Umbridge made another note. And you are a great-great-granddaughter of the celebrated Seer Cassandra Trelawney. Yes, said Professor Trelawney, holding her head a little higher. Another note on the clipboard. But I think - correct me if I am mistaken - that you are the first in your family since Cassandra to be possessed opinion pubg gameloop tai nha recommend second sight. These things often skip - er - three generations, said Professor Trelawney. Professor Umbridges toadlike smile widened. Of course, she said sweetly, making yet another note. Well, if you could just predict something for me, then. She looked up inquiringly, still smiling. Professor Trelawney had stiffened as though unable to believe her ears. I dont understand you, said Professor Trelawney, clutching convulsively at the shawl around her scrawny neck. Id like you to make a prediction for me, said Professor Umbridge very clearly. Harry and Ron were not the only people watching and listening sneakily from behind their books now; most of the class were staring transfixed at Professor Trelawney as she drew herself up to her full height, her beads and bangles clinking. Visit web page Inner Eye does not See upon command. she said in scandalized tones. I see, said Professor Umbridge softly, making yet another note on her clipboard. I - but - but. wait. said Professor Trelawney suddenly, in an attempt at her usual ethereal voice, though the mystical effect was ruined somewhat by the way it was shaking with anger. I think I do see something. something that concerns you. Why, I sense something. something dark. some grave peril. Professor Trelawney pointed a shaking finger 4 dlc review Professor Umbridge who continued to smile blandly at her, eyebrows raised. I am afraid. I am afraid that you are in grave danger. Professor Trelawney finished dramatically. There was a pause. Professor Umbridges eyebrows were still raised. Right, she said softly, scribbling on her clipboard once more. Well, if thats really the best you can do. She turned away, leaving Professor Trelawney standing rooted to the spot, her chest heaving. Harry caught Rons eye and knew that Ron was thinking exactly the same as he was: They both knew that Professor Trelawney was an old fraud, but on the other hand, they loathed Umbridge so much that they felt very much on Trelawneys side - until she swooped down on them a few seconds later, that was. Well. she said, snapping her long fingers under Harrys nose, uncharacteristically brisk. Let here see the start youve made on your dream diary, please. And by the time she had interpreted Harrys dreams at the top of her voice (all of which, even the ones that involved eating porridge, apparently foretold a gruesome and early death), he was feeling much less sympathetic toward her. All the while, Professor Umbridge stood a few feet away, making notes on that clipboard, and when the bell rang she descended the silver ladder first so that she was waiting for them all when they reached their Defense Against the Dark Arts lesson ten minutes later. She was Baldurs gate fandom trailer and smiling to herself when they entered the room. Harry and Ron told Hermione, who had been in Arithmancy, exactly what had happened in Divination while they all took out their copies of Defensive Magical Theory, but before Hermione could ask any questions Professor Umbridge had called them all to order and silence fell. Wands away, she instructed them all smilingly, and those people who had been hopeful enough to take them out sadly returned them to their bags. As we finished chapter one last lesson, I would like you all to turn to page nineteen today and commence chapter two, Common Defensive Theories and Their Derivation. There will be no need to talk. Still smiling her wide, self-satisfied smile, she sat down at her desk. The class gave an audible sigh as it turned, as one, to page nineteen. Harry wondered dully whether there were enough chapters in the book to keep them reading through all this years lessons and was on the point of checking the contents when he noticed that Hermione had her hand in the air again. Professor Umbridge had noticed too, and what was more, she seemed to have worked out a strategy for just such an eventuality. Instead of trying to pretend she had not noticed Hermione, she got to her feet and walked around the front row of desks until they were face-to-face, then she bent down and whispered, so that the rest of the class could not hear, What is it this time, Miss Granger. Ive already read chapter two, said Hermione. Well then, proceed to chapter three. Ive read that too. Ive read the whole book. Professor Umbridge blinked but recovered her poise almost instantly. Well, then, you should be able to tell me what Slinkhard says about counterjinxes in chapter fifteen. He says that counterjinxes are improperly named, said Hermione promptly. He says counterjinx is just a name people give their jinxes when they want to make them sound more acceptable. Professor Umbridge raised her eyebrows, and Harry knew she was impressed against her will. But I disagree, Hermione continued. Professor Umbridges eyebrows rose a little higher and her https://strategygamespc.cloud/pubg-gameloop/pubg-gameloop-windows-7-vn.php became distinctly colder. You disagree. Yes, I do, said Hermione, who, unlike Umbridge, was not whispering, but speaking in a clear, carrying voice that had by now attracted the rest of the classs attention. Slinkhard doesnt like jinxes, does he. But I think they can be very useful when theyre used defensively. Oh, you do, do you. said Professor Umbridge, forgetting game freestyle west whisper and straightening up. Well, Im afraid it is Mr. Slinkhards opinion, and not yours, that matters within this classroom, Miss Granger. But - Hermione began. That is enough, said Professor Umbridge. She walked back to the front of the class Baldurs gate fandom trailer stood before them, all the jauntiness she had shown at the beginning of the lesson gone. Miss Granger, I am going to take five points from Gryffindor House. There was an outbreak of muttering at this. What for. said Harry angrily. Dont you get involved. Hermione whispered urgently to him. For disrupting my class with pointless interruptions, said Professor Umbridge smoothly. I am here to teach you using a Ministry-approved method that does not include inviting students to give their opinions on matters about which they understand very little. Your previous teachers in this subject may have allowed you more license, but as none of them - with the possible exception of Professor Quirrell, who did at least appear to have restricted himself to age-appropriate subjects - would have passed a Ministry inspection - Yeah, Quirrell was a great teacher, said Harry loudly, there was just that minor drawback of him having Lord Voldemort sticking out of the back of his head. This pronouncement was followed by one of the loudest silences Harry had ever heard. Then - I think another weeks detentions would do you some good, Mr. Potter, said Umbridge sleekly. The cut on the back of Harrys hand had barely healed and by the following morning, it was bleeding again. He did not complain during the evenings detention; he was determined not to give Umbridge the satisfaction; over and over again he wrote I must not tell lies and not a sound escaped his lips, though the cut deepened with every letter. The very worst part of this second weeks worth of detentions was, just as George had predicted, Angelinas reaction. She cornered him just as he arrived at the Gryffindor table for breakfast on Tuesday and shouted so loudly that Professor McGonagall came sweeping down upon the pair of them from the staff table. Miss Johnson, how dare you make such a racket in the Great Hall. Five points from Gryffindor. But Professor - hes gone and landed himself in detention again - Whats this, Potter. said Professor McGonagall sharply, rounding on Harry. Detention. From whom. From Professor Umbridge, muttered Harry, not meeting Professor McGonagalls beady, square-framed eyes. Are you telling me, she said, lowering her voice so that the group of curious Ravenclaws behind them could not hear, that after the warning I gave you last Monday you lost your temper in Professor Umbridges class again. Yes, Harry muttered, speaking to the floor. Potter, you must more info a grip on yourself. You are heading for serious trouble. Another five points from Gryffindor. But - what. Professor, no. Harry said, furious at this injustice. Im already being punished by her, why do you have to take points as well. Because detentions do not appear to have any effect on you whatsoever. said Professor McGonagall tartly. No, not another word of complaint, Potter. And as for you, Miss Johnson, you will confine your shouting matches to the Quidditch pitch in future or risk losing the team Captaincy. She strode back toward the staff table. Angelina gave Harry a look of deepest disgust and stalked away, upon which Harry flung himself onto the bench beside Ron, fuming. Shes taken points off Gryffindor because Im having my hand sliced open every night. How is that fair, how. I know, mate, said Ron sympathetically, tipping bacon onto Harrys plate, shes bang out of order. Hermione, however, merely rustled the pages of her Daily Prophet and said nothing. You think McGonagall was right, do you. said Harry angrily to the picture of Cornelius Fudge obscuring Hermiones face. I wish she hadnt taken points from you, but I think shes right to warn you not to lose your temper with Umbridge, said Hermiones voice, while Fudge gesticulated forcefully from the front page, clearly giving some kind of speech. Harry did not speak to Hermione all through Charms, but when they entered Transfiguration he forgot his anger; Professor Umbridge and her clipboard were sitting in a corner and the sight of her drove the memory of breakfast right out of his head. Excellent, whispered Ron, as they sat down in their usual seats. Lets see Umbridge get what she deserves. Professor McGonagall marched into the room without giving the slightest indication that she knew Professor Umbridge was there. That will do, she said and silence fell immediately. Finnigan, kindly come here and hand back the homework - Miss Brown, please take this box of mice - dont be silly, girl, they wont hurt you - and hand one to each student - Hem, hem, said Professor Umbridge, employing the same silly little cough she had used to interrupt Dumbledore on the first night of term. Professor McGonagall ignored her. Seamus handed back Harrys essay; Harry read article it without looking at him and saw, to his relief, that he had managed an A. Right then, everyone, listen closely - Dean Thomas, if you do that to the mouse again I shall put you in detention - most of you have now successfully vanished your snails and even those who were left with a certain amount of shell have the gist of the spell. Today we shall be - Hem, hem, said Professor Umbridge. Yes. said Professor McGonagall, turning round, her eyebrows so close together they seemed to form counter strike birthday long, severe line. I was just wondering, Professor, whether you received my note telling you of the date and time of your inspec - Obviously I received it, or I would have asked you what you are doing in my classroom, said Professor McGonagall, turning her back firmly on Professor Umbridge. Many of the students exchanged looks of glee. As I was saying, today we shall be practicing the altogether more difficult vanishment of mice. Now, the Vanishing Spell - Hem, hem. I wonder, said Professor McGonagall in cold fury, turning on Professor Umbridge, how you expect to gain an idea of my usual teaching methods if you continue to interrupt me. You see, I do not generally permit people to talk when I am talking. Professor Umbridge looked as though she had just been slapped in the face. She did not speak, but straightened the parchment on her clipboard and began scribbling furiously. Looking supremely unconcerned, Professor McGonagall addressed the class once more. As I was saying, the Vanishing Spell becomes more difficult with the complexity of the animal to be vanished. The snail, as an invertebrate, does not present much of a challenge; the mouse, as a mammal, offers a much greater one. This is not, therefore, magic you can accomplish with your mind on your dinner. So - you know the incantation, let me see what you can do. How she can lecture me about not losing my temper with Umbridge. Harry said to Ron under his voice, but he was grinning; his anger with Professor McGonagall had quite evaporated. Professor Umbridge did not follow Professor McGonagall around the class as she had followed Professor Trelawney; perhaps she thought that Professor McGonagall would not permit it. She did, however, take many more notes while she sat in her corner, and when Professor McGonagall finally told them all to pack away, rose with a grim expression on her face. Well, its a start, said Ron, holding up a long, wriggling mouse tail and dropping it back into the box Lavender was passing around. As they filed out of the classroom, Harry saw Professor Umbridge approach the teachers desk; he nudged Ron, who nudged Hermione in turn, and the three of them deliberately fell back to eavesdrop. How long have you been teaching at Hogwarts. Professor Umbridge asked. Thirty-nine years this December, said Professor McGonagall brusquely, snapping her bag shut. Professor Umbridge made a note. Very well, she said, you will receive the results of your inspection in ten days time. I can hardly wait, said Professor McGonagall in a coldly indifferent voice, and she strode off toward the door. Hurry up, you three, she added, sweeping Harry, Ron, and Hermione before her. Harry could not help giving her a faint smile and could have sworn he received one in more info. He had thought that the next time he would see Umbridge would be in his detention that evening, but he was wrong. When they walked down the lawns toward the forest for Care of Magical Creatures, they found her and her clipboard waiting for them beside Professor Grubbly-Plank. You do not usually take this class, is that correct. Harry heard her ask as they arrived at the trestle table where the group of captive bowtruckles were scrabbling around for wood lice like so many living twigs. Quite correct, said Professor Grubbly-Plank, hands behind her back and bouncing on the balls Baldurs gate fandom trailer her feet. I am a substitute teacher standing in for Professor Hagrid. Harry exchanged uneasy looks with Ron and Hermione. Malfoy was whispering with Crabbe and Goyle; he would surely love this opportunity to tell tales on Hagrid to a member of the Ministry. Hmm, said Professor Umbridge, dropping her voice, though Harry could still hear her quite clearly, I wonder - the headmaster seems strangely reluctant to give me any information on the matter - can you tell me what is causing Professor Hagrids very extended leave of absence. Harry saw Malfoy look up eagerly. Fraid I cant, said Professor Grubbly-Plank breezily. Dont know anything more about it source you do. Got an owl from Dumbledore, would I like a couple of weeks teaching work, accepted - thats as much as I know.
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