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Harry
and
Ron
whipped
around
on
their
bench
.
Through
the
doors
to
the
Great
Hall
they
could
see
Umbridge
standing
with
a
small
group
of
ancient-looking
witches
and
wizards
.
Umbridge
,
Harry
was
pleased
to
see
,
looked
rather
nervous
.
'S
hall
we
go
and
have
a
closer
look
?
'
said
Ron
.
Harry
and
Hermione
nodded
and
they
hastened
towards
the
double
doors
into
the
Entrance
Hall
,
slowing
down
as
they
stepped
over
the
threshold
to
walk
sedately
past
the
examiners
.
Harry
thought
Professor
Marchbanks
must
be
the
tiny
,
stooped
witch
with
a
face
so
lined
it
looked
as
though
it
had
been
draped
in
cobwebs
;
Umbridge
was
speaking
to
her
deferentially
.
Professor
Marchbanks
seemed
to
be
a
little
deaf
;
she
was
answering
Professor
Umbridge
very
loudly
considering
they
were
only
a
foot
apart
.
'
Journey
was
fine
,
journey
was
fine
,
we
've
made
it
plenty
of
times
before
!
'
she
said
impatiently
.
'N
ow
,
I
have
n't
heard
from
Dumbledore
lately
!
'
she
added
,
peering
around
the
Hall
as
though
hopeful
he
might
suddenly
emerge
from
a
broom
cupboard
.
'N
o
idea
where
he
is
,
I
suppose
?
'
'N
one
at
all
,
'
said
Umbridge
,
shooting
a
malevolent
look
at
Harry
,
Ron
and
Hermione
,
who
were
now
dawdling
around
the
foot
of
the
stairs
as
Ron
pretended
to
do
up
his
shoelace
.
'
But
I
daresay
the
Ministry
of
Magic
will
track
him
down
soon
enough
.
'
'
I
doubt
it
,
'
shouted
tiny
Professor
Marchbanks
,
'n
ot
it
Dumbledore
does
n't
want
to
be
found
!
I
should
know
...
examined
him
personally
in
Transfiguration
and
Charms
when
he
did
NEWTs
...
did
things
with
a
wand
I
'd
never
seen
before
.
'
'
Yes
...
well
...
'
said
Professor
Umbridge
as
Harry
,
Ron
and
Hermione
dragged
their
feet
up
the
marble
staircase
as
slowly
as
they
dared
,
'
let
me
show
you
to
the
staff
room
.
I
daresay
you
'd
like
a
cup
of
tea
after
your
journey
.
'
It
was
an
uncomfortable
sort
of
an
evening
.
Everyone
was
trying
to
do
some
last-minute
revising
but
nobody
seemed
to
be
getting
very
far
.
Harry
went
to
bed
early
but
then
lay
awake
for
what
felt
like
hours
.
He
remembered
his
careers
consultation
and
McGonagall
's
furious
declaration
that
she
would
help
him
become
an
Auror
if
it
was
the
last
thing
she
did
.
He
wished
he
had
expressed
a
more
achievable
ambition
now
that
exam
time
was
here
.
He
knew
he
was
not
the
only
one
lying
awake
,
but
none
of
the
others
in
the
dormitory
spoke
and
finally
,
one
by
one
,
they
fell
asleep
.
None
of
the
fifth-years
talked
very
much
at
breakfast
next
day
,
either
:
Parvati
was
practising
incantations
under
her
breath
while
the
salt
cellar
in
front
of
her
twitched
;
Hermione
was
rereading
Achievements
in
Charming
so
fast
that
her
eyes
appeared
blurred
;
and
Neville
kept
dropping
his
knife
and
fork
and
knocking
over
the
marmalade
.
