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"
Try
Finite
Incantatem
,
"
said
Hermione
at
once
,
"
that
should
stop
the
rain
if
it
's
a
hex
or
curse
;
if
it
does
n't
,
something
's
gone
wrong
with
an
Atmospheric
Charm
,
which
will
be
more
difficult
to
fix
,
so
as
an
interim
measure
try
Impervius
to
protect
his
belongings
--
"
"
Say
it
again
,
slowly
--
"
said
Ron
,
searching
his
pockets
desperately
for
a
quill
,
but
at
that
moment
the
lift
juddered
to
a
halt
.
A
disembodied
female
voice
said
,
"
Level
four
,
Department
for
the
Regulation
and
Control
of
Magical
Creatures
,
incorporating
Beast
,
Being
,
and
Spirit
Divisions
,
Goblin
Liaison
Office
,
and
Pest
Advisory
Bureau
,
"
and
the
grilles
slid
open
again
,
admitting
a
couple
of
wizards
and
several
pale
violet
paper
airplanes
that
fluttered
around
the
lamp
in
the
ceiling
of
the
lift
.
"
Morning
,
Albert
,
"
said
a
bushily
whiskered
man
,
smiling
at
Harry
.
He
glanced
over
at
Ron
and
Hermione
as
the
lift
creaked
upward
once
more
;
Hermione
was
now
whispering
frantic
instructions
to
Ron
.
The
wizard
leaned
toward
Harry
,
leering
,
and
muttered
,
"
Dirk
Cresswell
,
eh
?
From
Goblin
Liaison
?
Nice
one
,
Albert
.
I
'm
pretty
confident
I
'll
get
his
job
now
!
"
He
winked
.
Harry
smiled
back
,
hoping
that
this
would
suffice
.
The
lift
stopped
;
the
grilles
opened
once
more
"
Level
two
,
Department
of
Magical
Law
Enforcement
,
including
the
Improper
Use
of
Magic
Office
,
Auror
Headquarters
,
and
Wizengamot
Administration
Services
,
"
said
the
disembodied
witch
's
voice
.
Harry
saw
Hermione
give
Ron
a
little
push
and
he
hurried
out
of
the
lift
,
followed
by
the
other
wizards
,
leaving
Harry
and
Hermione
alone
.
The
moment
the
golden
door
had
closed
Hermione
said
,
very
fast
,
"
Actually
,
Harry
,
I
think
I
'd
better
go
after
him
,
I
do
n't
think
he
knows
what
he
's
doing
and
if
he
gets
caught
the
whole
thing
--
"
"
Level
one
,
Minister
of
Magic
and
Support
Staff
.
"
The
golden
grilles
slid
apart
again
and
Hermione
gasped
.
Four
people
stood
before
them
,
two
of
them
deep
in
conversation
:
a
long-haired
wizard
wearing
magnificent
robes
of
black
and
gold
,
and
a
squat
,
toadlike
witch
wearing
a
velvet
bow
in
her
short
hair
and
clutching
a
clipboard
to
her
chest
.
Ah
,
Mafalda
!
"
said
Umbridge
,
looking
at
Hermione
.
"
Travers
sent
you
,
did
he
?
"
"
Y-yes
,
"
squeaked
Hermione
.
