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"
This
is
your
final
warning
,
"
said
Umbridge
's
soft
voice
,
magically
magnified
so
that
it
sounded
clearly
over
the
man
's
desperate
screams
.
"
If
you
struggle
,
you
will
be
subjected
to
the
Dementor
's
Kiss
.
"
The
man
's
screams
subsided
,
but
dry
sobs
echoed
through
the
corridor
.
"
Take
him
away
,
"
said
Umbridge
.
Two
dementors
appeared
in
the
doorway
of
the
courtroom
,
their
rotting
,
scabbed
hands
clutching
the
upper
arms
of
a
wizard
who
appeared
to
be
fainting
.
They
glided
away
down
the
corridor
with
him
,
and
the
darkness
they
trailed
behind
them
swallowed
him
from
sight
.
"
Next
--
Mary
Cattermole
,
"
called
Umbridge
.
A
small
woman
stood
up
;
she
was
trembling
from
head
to
foot
.
Her
dark
hair
was
smoothed
back
into
a
bun
and
she
wore
long
,
plain
robes
.
Her
face
was
completely
bloodless
.
As
she
passed
the
dementors
,
Harry
saw
her
shudder
.
He
did
it
instinctively
,
without
any
sort
of
plan
,
because
he
hated
the
sight
of
her
walking
alone
into
the
dungeon
:
As
the
door
began
to
swing
closed
,
he
slipped
into
the
courtroom
behind
her
.
It
was
not
the
same
room
in
which
he
had
once
been
interrogated
for
improper
use
of
magic
.
This
one
was
much
smaller
,
though
the
ceiling
was
quite
as
high
;
it
gave
the
claustrophobic
sense
of
being
stuck
at
the
bottom
of
a
deep
well
.
There
were
more
dementors
in
here
,
casting
their
freezing
aura
over
the
place
;
they
stood
like
faceless
sentinels
in
the
corners
farthest
from
the
high
,
raised
platform
.
Here
,
behind
a
balustrade
,
sat
Umbridge
,
with
Yaxley
on
one
side
of
her
,
and
Hermione
,
quite
as
white-faced
as
Mrs.
Cattermole
,
on
the
other
.
At
the
foot
of
the
platform
,
a
bright-silver
,
long-haired
cat
prowled
up
and
down
,
up
and
down
,
and
Harry
realized
that
it
was
there
to
protect
the
prosecutors
from
the
despair
that
emanated
from
the
dementors
:
That
was
for
the
accused
to
feel
,
not
the
accusers
.
"
Sit
down
,
"
said
Umbridge
in
her
soft
,
silky
voice
.
