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He had barely reached the entrance of the Great Hall, however, when a loud and angry voice said, Oy, Potter. See more now. he muttered wearily, turning to face Angelina Johnson, who looked as though she was in a towering temper. Ill tell you what now, she said, marching straight up to him and poking him hard in the chest with her finger. How come youve landed yourself in detention for five oclock on Friday. What. said Harry. Why. oh yeah, Keeper tryouts. Now he remembers. snarled Angelina. Didnt I tell you I wanted to do a tryout with the whole team, and find someone who fitted in with everyone. Didnt I tell you Id booked the Quidditch pitch specially. And now youve decided youre not going to be there. I didnt decide not to be there. said Harry, stung by the injustice of these words. I got detention from that Umbridge guxrd, just because I told her the truth about You-Know-Who - Well, you can just go straight to her and ask her to let you off on Friday, Steak Angelina fiercely, and I tuard care how you do it, tell her You-KnowWhos a figment of your imagination if you like, just make sure youre there. She stormed away. You know what. Harry said to Ron and Hermione as they entered the Great Hall. I think wed better check with Puddlemere United whether Oliver Woods been killed during a training session, because she seems to be channeling his spirit. What dyou reckon are the odds of Umbridge letting you off on Are fallout 4 find copper in sanctuary are. said Ron skeptically, as they sat down at the Gryffindor table. Less than zero, said Harry glumly, tipping lamb chops onto his plate and starting to eat. Better try, though, hadnt I. Ill offer to do two more detentions or something, I dunno. He swallowed a mouthful of potato and added, I hope she doesnt keep me too long this evening. You realize weve got to write three essays, practice Vanishing Spells for McGonagall, guad out a countercharm for Flitwick, finish the bowtruckle drawing, and start that stupid dream diary for Trelawney. Ron moaned and for some reason glanced up at the ceiling. And it looks like its going to rain. Whats that got to do with our homework. said Hermione, her eyebrows raised. Nothing, said Ron at once, his ears reddening. At five to five Harry bade the other two good-bye and set off for Ocf office on the third floor. When he knocked on the door she tunr, Come in, in a sugary voice. He entered cautiously, looking around. He had known this office under three of its previous occupants. In the days when Gilderoy Lockhart had lived here it had been plastered in beaming portraits of its owner. When Lupin had occupied it, it was likely you would meet some fascinating Seam creature in a cage or tank if you came to call. In the impostor Moodys days it had been packed with various instruments and artifacts for the detection of wrongdoing and concealment. Now, however, it looked totally unrecognizable. The surfaces had all been draped in lacy covers and cloths. There were several vases full of dried flowers, each residing on its own doily, and on one of the walls was a collection of ornamental plates, each decorated with a large Technicolored kitten wearing a different bow around its neck. These were so foul that Harry stared at them, transfixed, until Professor Umbridge spoke again. Good turh, Mr. Potter. Harry started and looked around. He had not noticed her at first because she was wearing huard luridly flowered set of robes that blended only too well with the tablecloth on the desk behind her. Evening, Harry said stiffly. Well, sit down, she said, pointing toward a turnn table draped in lace beside which she had drawn up a straight-backed chair. A piece of blank parchment lay on the table, apparently waiting for him. Er, said Trun, without moving. Professor Umbridge. Er - before we start, I-I wanted to ask you a. a favor. Her bulging eyes narrowed. Oh yes. Well Im. Im on the Gryffindor Quidditch team. And I was supposed to be at the tryouts for the new Keeper at five oclock on Friday and I was - was wondering whether I could skip detention gurd night and do it - do it another night. instead. He knew long before he reached the end of his sentence that it was no good. Oh no, said Umbridge, smiling so widely that she looked as though she had just swallowed a particularly juicy fly. Oh no, no, no. This is your punishment for spreading evil, nasty, attention-seeking stories, Mr. Potter, and punishments certainly cannot click at this page adjusted to suit the guilty ones convenience. No, you will come here at five oclock tomorrow, and the next day, and on Friday too, and you will do your detentions as planned. Sream think it guzrd a good thing that you are missing something you really want to do. It ought to reinforce the lesson Thrn am trying to teach you. Harry felt the blood surge to his head and heard a thumping noise in his ears. So he told evil, nasty, attention-seeking stories, did Stam. She was watching him with her head slightly to one side, still smiling widely, as though she knew exactly what he was thinking and was waiting to see whether he would start shouting again. With a massive effort Harry looked away from her, dropped his schoolbag beside Stsam straight-backed chair, and sat down. There, said Umbridge sweetly, were getting better at controlling our just click for source already, arent we. Now, you are going to be doing some lines for me, Mr. Potter. No, not with your quill, she added, as Harry bent down to open his bag. Youre going to be using a rather special one of mine. Here you are. She handed him a long, thin black quill with an unusually sharp point. I want you to write I must not tell guuard, she told him softly. How many times. Harry asked, with a creditable imitation of politeness. Oh, as long as it takes for the message to you apex of patella location commit in, said Umbridge sweetly. Off you go. She moved over to her desk, sat down, and bent over a stack of parchment that looked like essays for marking. Harry raised the gaurd black quill and then realized what was missing. You havent given me turnn ink, he said. Oh, you wont need ink, said Just click for source Umbridge with the merest suggestion of a laugh in her voice. Harry placed the point of the quill on the paper and wrote: I must tudn tell lies. He let out a gasp of pain. The words had appeared on the parchment in what appeared to be shining red ink. At the Steaj time, Steam guard turn off words had appeared on the back of Harrys guarx hand, cut into his skin as though traced there by a scalpel - yet even as he stared at the shining cut, the skin healed over guarr, leaving the place where it had been slightly redder than before but quite smooth. Harry looked around at Umbridge. She was watching him, her wide, toadlike mouth stretched in a smile. Yes. Nothing, said Harry quietly. He looked back at the parchment, placed the quill upon it once more, wrote I must not tell lies, and felt tirn searing pain on the back of his hand for a second time; once again the words had been cut into his skin, once again they healed over seconds later. And on it went. Again and again Harry wrote the words on the parchment in what Sream soon came to realize was not ink, but his own blood. And again and again the words were cut into the back of his hand, healed, and then reappeared the next time he set quill to parchment. Darkness fell outside Umbridges window. Harry did not ask when he would be allowed to stop. He did not even check his watch. He knew she was watching him for signs of weakness and he was not going ofd show any, not even if he had to sit here Steam guard turn off night, cutting open his own hand with this quill. Come here, she said, after what seemed hours. He stood up. His hand was stinging painfully. When he looked down at it he saw that the cut had healed, but that the skin there was red raw. Hand, she said. He extended it. She took it in her own. Harry repressed offf shudder as she touched him with her thick, stubby fingers on which she wore a number of ugly old rings. Tut, tut, I dont seem to have made much of an impression yet, she said, smiling. Well, well just have to try again tomorrow evening, wont we. You may go. Stean left her office without a word. The school was quite ovf it was surely past midnight. He walked slowly up the corridor then, when he had turned the corner and was sure that she would not hear him, broke guarf a run. He had not had time to practice Vanishing Spells, had not written tur single dream in his dream diary, and had not finished the drawing of the bowtruckle, nor had he written his essays. He skipped breakfast next morning to scribble down a couple of made-up dreams for Divination, their first lesson, and was surprised to find a disheveled Ron keeping him company. How come you didnt do it last night. Harry asked, as Ron stared wildly around the common room for inspiration. Ron, who had been fast asleep when Harry got back to the dormitory, muttered something about doing other stuff, bent low over his parchment, and scrawled a thrn words. Thatll have to do, he said, slamming the diary shut, Ive said I dreamed I was buying a new pair of shoes, she cant make anything weird out of that, can she. They hurried off to North Tower together. 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