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It
was
not
difficult
to
find
.
One
floor
down
,
pandemonium
reigned
.
Somebody
(
and
Harry
had
a
very
shrewd
idea
who
)
had
set
off
what
seemed
to
be
an
enormous
crate
of
enchanted
fireworks
.
Dragons
comprised
entirely
of
green
and
gold
sparks
were
soaring
up
and
down
the
corridors
,
emitting
loud
fiery
blasts
and
bangs
as
they
went
;
shocking-pink
Catherine
wheels
five
feet
in
diameter
were
whizzing
lethally
through
the
air
like
so
many
flying
saucers
;
rockets
with
long
tails
of
brilliant
silver
stars
were
ricocheting
off
the
walls
;
sparklers
were
writing
swear
words
in
midair
of
their
own
accord
;
firecrackers
were
exploding
like
mines
everywhere
Harry
looked
,
and
instead
of
burning
themselves
out
,
fading
from
sight
or
fizzling
to
a
halt
,
these
pyrotechnical
miracles
seemed
to
be
gaining
in
energy
and
momentum
the
longer
he
watched
.
Filch
and
Umbridge
were
standing
,
apparently
transfixed
in
horror
,
halfway
down
the
stairs
.
As
Harry
watched
,
one
of
the
larger
Catherine
wheels
seemed
to
decide
that
what
it
needed
was
more
room
to
manoeuvre
;
it
whirled
towards
Umbridge
and
Filch
with
a
sinister
'
wheeeeeeeeee
'
.
They
both
yelled
with
fright
and
ducked
,
and
it
soared
straight
out
of
the
window
behind
them
and
off
across
the
grounds
.
Meanwhile
,
several
of
the
dragons
and
a
large
purple
bat
that
was
smoking
ominously
took
advantage
of
the
open
door
at
the
end
of
the
corridor
to
escape
towards
the
second
floor
.
'
Hurry
,
Filch
,
hurry
!
'
shrieked
Umbridge
,
'
they
'll
be
all
over
the
school
unless
we
do
something
--
Stupefy
!
'
A
jet
of
red
light
shot
out
of
the
end
of
her
wand
and
hit
one
of
the
rockets
.
Instead
of
freezing
in
midair
,
it
exploded
with
such
force
that
it
blasted
a
hole
in
a
painting
of
a
soppy-looking
witch
in
the
middle
of
a
meadow
;
she
ran
for
it
just
in
time
,
reappearing
seconds
later
squashed
into
the
next
painting
,
where
a
couple
of
wizards
playing
cards
stood
up
hastily
to
make
room
for
her
.
'D
o
n't
Stun
them
,
Filch
!
'
shouted
Umbridge
angrily
,
for
all
the
world
as
though
it
had
been
his
incantation
.
'
Right
you
are
,
Headmistress
!
'
wheezed
Filch
,
who
as
a
Squib
could
no
more
have
Stunned
the
fireworks
than
swallowed
them
.
He
dashed
to
a
nearby
cupboard
,
pulled
out
a
broom
and
began
swatting
at
the
fireworks
in
midair
;
within
seconds
the
head
of
the
broom
was
ablaze
.
Harry
had
seen
enough
;
laughing
,
he
ducked
down
low
,
ran
to
a
door
he
knew
was
concealed
behind
a
tapestry
a
little
way
along
the
corridor
and
slipped
through
it
to
find
Fred
and
George
hiding
just
behind
it
,
listening
to
Umbridge
and
Filch
's
yells
and
quaking
with
suppressed
mirth
.
'
Impressive
,
'
Harry
said
quietly
,
grinning
.
'Ve
ry
impressive
...
you
'll
put
Dr.
Filibuster
out
of
business
,
no
problem
...
'
