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He had the strangest feeling that Dumbledore had been watching him a second before, but when he looked, Dumbledore seemed to be absorbed in conversation with Professor Flitwick. An interview. repeated Umbridge, her voice thinner and higher than ever. What do you mean. I mean a reporter asked me questions and I answered them, said Harry. Here - Fre he threw the copy of The Quibbler at her. She caught it and stared down at the cover. Her pale, doughy face turned an ugly, patchy violet. When did you do this. she asked, her voice trembling slightly. Last Hogsmeade weekend, said Harry. She looked up at him, incandescent with rage, the magazine shaking in her stubby fingers. There will be no more Hogsmeade trips for you, Mr. Potter, she whispered. How you dare. how you could. She took a deep breath. I have tried again and again to teach you not to tell lies. The message, apparently, has still not sunk in. Fifty points from Gryffindor and another weeks worth of detentions. 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But what made Harry happiest was Cho catching up with him as he was hurrying along to Transfiguration the next day. Before he knew what had happened her hand was in his and she was breathing in his ear, Im really, really sorry. That interview was so brave. it made me cry. He was sorry to hear she had shed even more tears over it, but very glad they were on speaking terms again, and even more pleased when she gave him a swift kiss on the cheek and hurried off again. And unbelievably, no sooner had he arrived outside Transfiguration than something just as good happened: Seamus stepped out of the queue to face him. I just wanted to say, he mumbled, squinting at Harrys left knee, I believe you. And Ive sent a copy of that magazine to me mam. If anything more was needed to complete Harrys happiness, it was Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyles reactions. 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