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Hermione
had
seen
it
;
she
let
out
a
little
squeak
,
but
Umbridge
and
Yaxley
,
still
intent
upon
their
prey
,
were
deaf
to
everything
else
.
"
No
,
"
said
Umbridge
,
"
no
,
I
do
n't
think
so
,
Mrs.
Cattermole
.
Wands
only
choose
witches
or
wizards
.
You
are
not
a
witch
.
I
have
your
responses
to
the
questionnaire
that
was
sent
to
you
here
--
Mafalda
,
pass
them
to
me
.
"
Umbridge
held
out
a
small
hand
:
She
looked
so
toadlike
at
that
moment
that
Harry
was
quite
surprised
not
to
see
webs
between
the
stubby
fingers
.
Hermione
's
hands
were
shaking
with
shock
.
She
fumbled
in
a
pile
of
documents
balanced
on
the
chair
beside
her
,
finally
withdrawing
a
sheaf
of
parchment
with
Mrs.
Cattermole
's
name
on
it
.
"
That
's
--
that
's
pretty
,
Dolores
,
"
she
said
,
pointing
at
the
pendant
gleaming
in
the
ruffled
folds
of
Umbridge
's
blouse
.
"
What
?
"
snapped
Umbridge
,
glancing
down
.
"
Oh
yes
--
an
old
family
heirloom
,
"
she
said
,
patting
the
locket
lying
on
her
large
bosom
.
"
The
S
stands
for
Selwyn
...
I
am
related
to
the
Selwyns
...
Indeed
,
there
are
few
pure-blood
families
to
whom
I
am
not
related
...
A
pity
,
"
she
continued
in
a
louder
voice
,
flicking
through
Mrs.
Cattermole
's
questionnaire
,
"
that
the
same
can
not
be
said
for
you
.
'
Parents
'
professions
:
greengrocers
.
'
"
Yaxley
laughed
jeeringly
.
Below
,
the
fluffy
silver
cat
patrolled
up
and
down
,
and
the
dementors
stood
waiting
in
the
corners
.
It
was
Umbridge
's
lie
that
brought
the
blood
surging
into
Harry
's
brain
and
obliterated
his
sense
of
caution
--
that
the
locket
she
had
taken
as
a
bribe
from
a
petty
criminal
was
being
used
to
bolster
her
own
pure-blood
credentials
.
He
raised
his
wand
,
not
even
troubling
to
keep
it
concealed
beneath
the
Invisibility
Cloak
,
and
said
,
"
Stupefy
!
"
There
was
a
flash
of
red
light
;
Umbridge
crumpled
and
her
forehead
hit
the
edge
of
the
balustrade
:
Mrs.
Cattermole
's
papers
slid
off
her
lap
onto
the
floor
and
,
down
below
,
the
prowling
silver
cat
vanished
.
Ice-cold
air
hit
them
like
an
oncoming
wind
:
Yaxley
,
confused
,
looked
around
for
the
source
of
the
trouble
and
saw
Harry
's
disembodied
hand
and
wand
pointing
at
him
.
He
tried
to
draw
his
own
wand
,
but
too
late
:
"
Stupefy
!
"
Yaxley
slid
to
the
ground
to
lie
curled
on
the
floor
.
"
Harry
!
"
